Lahat ng Kabanata ng Healing a rogue princess: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

*Cynamon* As the familiar voice slices through the tension, I turn, my heart racing, half in relief and half in disbelief. Cukier stands there, looking as rugged and wild as the Texas landscape itself. His blonde, almost white, hair hair tousles in the wind, a hint of mischief in his smile that feels both familiar and foreign after all this time. “Cynamon,” he says, stepping closer, his voice a blend of warmth and urgency. Zyka lets out a weird sound in my head, ‘It is Cukier… and Zalder.’ Zalder is Cukier’s wolf. Before I can respond any of them, he wraps me in a tight embrace, the kind that feels both protective and reassuring. I melt into him, breathing in the scent of home mixed with a hint of adventure. “I can’t believe it’s you!” I exclaim, pulling back to look into his eyes. “How did you find me?” Cukier’s expression shifts, a shadow crossing his face. “It wasn’t easy,” he admits, his tone serious now. “But I need to warn you.” My heart skips a beat, concern flooding my

*Zac* The sun dips low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue throughout the living room as I step inside, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. But today, something feels distinctly off, but not in a bad way. “Cynamon?” I call out, my voice echoing softly. The house is unusually quiet, the usual sounds of her humming or the gentle clinking cookware from her baking conspicuously absent. As I walk further in, I spot her in the corner, surrounded by an array of pillows and blankets, her brow furrowed in concentration. It’s an adorable sight… like a bird carefully arranging her nest. I can’t help but smile at the endearing image. “What are you doing, love?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and amusement dancing in my eyes. She looks up, a hint of surprise flashing across her face before she quickly masks it with a nonchalant wave. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just… tidying up.” But I see the way her fingers fidget with the fabric, how her gaze d

*Zayn* LZ and I amble through the crisp evening air, Blue bounding ahead like a furry tornado of excitement. My stomach twists into a pretzel of nerves. How in the world do you tell someone that their neighbor might be a werewolf without sounding like a nutcase? I glance at LZ, his easy grin clueless to the furry bombshell about to drop. "Hey, Ben," I start, my voice a tad too chirpy for what is coming. He turns to me, a puzzled look on his face. "What's up, Zayn? You look like you just found out squirrels are planning a world domination scheme." I take a deep breath, gearing up for the uphill battle. "You know how Cynamon is... a bit different from your average Joe, right?" LZ nods, a playful smirk dancing in his eyes. "Oh, Cynamon and her quirks. Is she about to confess she's been training squirrels for a circus act?" I bit back a laugh at the squirrel circus notion. "Not quite, Ben. It's more about her... unique nighttime activities." His eyebrows shoot up with a mix of curi

*Evangeline* The warmth of the kitchen area envelops me as I stir the pot, the comforting aroma of homemade stew filling the air. Outside the window, the moon casts a serene glow over the landscape, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I glance towards the living room where Zac and Cynamon, both exhausted yet radiant, are utterly engrossed in their newborn daughter, Clementine. The sight tugs at my heartstrings, a bittersweet ache blooming within me. It is jealousy, but not the malicious kind, I am happy for them, truly, and so proud to be part of this… but I wonder if I will ever have this, if it is even possible. I watch as Cynamon cradles Clementine with a look of fierce love and protectiveness, and Zac, the proud father, looks on with awe. Their little family, a beacon of unity and hope, brings a smile to my face, yet deep inside, I secretly yearn for my own moment like this. A wistful thought crosses my mind… of having babies of my own one day. But

*Evangeline* The ton of fear in Cynamon's voice sends a chill down my spine. The soldiers step out of the shadows, their presence a stark contrast to the peaceful morning we were enjoying moments ago. My heart races as I see the determination and hate in their eyes, and I know that this is not a figh easily won. I turn to Cynamon, my voice firm yet filled with urgency. "Cynamon, trust me with Clementine. I can keep her safe. You need to focus on defending yourself." Her eyes meet mine, a silent understanding passing between us. She nods, and I quickly lift Clementine from the stroller, cradling her protectively in my arms. The tiny girl gazes up at me, her innocent eyes unaware of the danger surrounding us. "I'm sorry I haven't told you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but there's no time for more words. I let my secret unfold as I spread my wings, the shimmering, ethereal appendages unfurling from my back. I see the shock in Cynamon's eyes, but there's no time to dwell o