Ethan I was nervous about seeing Chelsea. Although we said it wouldn't matter if we weren't fated, I didn't know why I was suddenly nervous. I had never cared for anyone the way I cared for her, and I knew it was the same for her. So I wondered why I was unwilling to see her tonight. Her eighteenth birthday was in a few hours, and I had promised to be the first person to see her, but my heart was beating fast. I had stayed away from the house all evening, avoiding her. She said she would spend the time with me, and Noah had confirmed that she was in our home. Though not showing, we found out after the wedding that Summer and Winter were pregnant, and they were very peckish, so Chelsea always brought them snacks. Although Summer and Winter had planned a party for her, it wasn't going to take place until the evening of her birthday. It had been torture waiting these months, and now it was finally time for me to make her mine. I never planned to be with anyone except for her, so
~Winter~ A year passed, and all the struggles were a distant memory. Now, we were hosting the gathering in the East, and Summer, Chelsea and I had gone over time. Chelsea was a new mother now. She and Ethan had wasted no time. They claimed each other and got married the next month. Normally, we all thought they would wait, but two months later, she was pregnant, and a lovely girl named Evangeline was the product. Evangeline was a beautiful blonde baby, and we all loved her. We were new moms ourselves, and Summer and I couldn't carry Evangeline as much as we would like. I had twins, and they were adorable. Both of them looked like Stepanovs, and I wondered if my genes ever stood a chance. My daughter's name was Michelle, and My son's name was Frederick. They were adorable, and I loved them so much. Summer had a son, and she and Sebastien named Him Leonardo after Sebasteins's father. He was cute and looked a lot like his grandfather, but he had green eyes like Summer. She w
I want to start by saying I'm truly sorry for the short chapters. It seems there are now "ideal word count limits" to adhere to. I deeply regret the prolonged silence, but I've been grappling with severe health issues lately, and I'm still in the throes of recovery. I couldn't bear to leave this book neglected for too long, so I pushed through to the end so you all could move on. I do hope to return with a new story soon, and hope you will all be there, but for now, I must concede and focus on recuperating. The silence weighs heavy on me, and I truly hope you enjoyed the story and its conclusion. This marks the final instalment in the DSOF series. Perhaps one day, I'll pen Eleanor's tale, but I'm hesitant to make any promises I may not be able to fulfil. Please bear with me, dear readers and co-writers, and know that I cherish each and every one of you dearly. I will miss you all immensely. I love you all.❤️❤️❤️🙏🏾🙏🏾🤗🤗
~Winter~There is always a turning point in everyone's life, a defining moment when you know your life will never be the same again. It is either for good or worse, but a change will definitely occur, and you have no power over it.That was when I stood at the altar with my fated mate, Alpha Brandon Knight of Hayland.I wished I could snap my fingers and freeze the moment, but I had no such power; my only option was to live through it. My legs remained frozen on the spot. I should run, a voice in my head kept telling me to bolt.Kira, my wolf, had receded, this was for me alone. My moment, my fucking moment.It was the bluemoon evening, and everything had gone wrong.I should have figured it out; the signs were there. Denial is a vital coping mechanism, and I had adopted it all through, ignoring the signs and pushing on. The recent late nights, control, reluctance, missed calls, and unexplained absences. It was there, but I just kept going."What you don't know won't hurt you, Win
~Winter~ I should have walked and not waited through the whole thing, but my feet won't budge an my heart wont let me. Some people laughed, and some people gasped, but tears just streamed down my cheeks and his cheeks. If this was hard for him to do, then why was he doing it? "I have waited for my fated, and I must say, I was disappointed when I found you. I tried to love you. I tried to make excuses for you in my head, but I just couldn't. The day I knew I couldn't go ahead with this was when I could not introduce you to my foreign friends. Your sense of fashion is terrible, you have no taste, not an ounce of sophistication, and you do not seem like you care to learn. Hayland needs a Luna that would build it and help it survive these trying times. You aren’t that person, Winter. I wanted you to be so badly, but you aren’t that person," He said and released my hands. "I must say, only a foolish alpha in my position would settle down with you. If I were a peasant or a commoner, wit
~Winter~ I felt a hollowness when I woke up. An emptiness that I would do anything to fill up. The break wasn’t complete either, Brandon and I were still faintly connected, and I did not know why, but it worsened my emptiness. Remembering the incident made me cry. I cried all night into the morning. I scratched his mark on my inner thigh until the skin was marred and sore. I hated myself for falling and letting him do this to me. I hated myself for daring to believe. Fate never gave me anything good. Why did I think this would be different? Summer and I grew up in an orphanage. We were dumped at the orphanage with only our last names, and they referred to us as thus until we decided to give ourselves names when we turned four. I chose Winter because it was my favourite season, and she chose Summer for the same reason. Summer was a darling by giving me space. The children did not come to check on me in the morning, and I knew it was Summer’s doing. I was glad, but I knew
~Winter~ I heard slow footsteps heading in my direction and composed myself. Brandon walked in, and I did not bother to greet him. He did not deserve my respect. I felt the pull he felt it too, it was in his eyes, but I refused to acknowledge it. He seemed partially drunk in his wedding suit. He had dark circles and looked like shit. His buttons were opened, and his shirt rough. It was clear he hadn't slept at all. He should be happy after the show he gave the crowd yesterday. He should pat himself on the back. Brandon’s eyes were misty and sad. He was broken. He moved close to me, to touch me, but I stepped away from him. "Winter," he said almost in a whisper, emotions pouring out of him, but I was numb, his blue eyes misty, remorse filling his eyes as if he had a wake-up call but realised it was too late. I didn't let his emotions get to me. I was the one that was humiliated and shattered, not him. I was the one marked and ruined for life. I was the trash that had been discar
~Winter~ It's been a month since the Bluemoon incident, and I still haven't been able to get over what happened. It's Brandon’s damn scent and that residual bond causing an emptiness in my soul. I can't move past it, and the helplessness of it is infuriating. Summer believes I will be okay; I think so, too, but the stares and gossip aren't helping matters at all. Now, a month has passed, and I can't say I have healed completely; in fact, I still cry about it. Every time I go out, someone is pointing and gossiping. People look at me with pity. Brandon has tried to reach out several times, but I shut him out. It is best this way. The earlier he accepts he ended things and it is over, the better. I have yet to hear from Lesley, but I know I will. At the rate Brandon is going with his pleas, she will come for me. Even Brandon's mother has reached out a couple of times to check on me. Who was I kidding? It wasn't every day a fated got dumped at the altar. I couldn't believe