All Chapters of The First of Her Kind: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amani had to stay in the city for a couple of days while Adam received treatment at a local medical center. It was crucial for him to rest and regain enough strength to shift into his wolf and make a full recovery. Amani allowed Emily to stay by his side, opting to give her some space. Amani decided that it was best for them both, as she was afraid that she might kill Emily for how she had been treating her, not to mention exposing her true identity. Amani found accommodation at a local Inn, where they refused to accept any payment. The townspeople seemed intimidated by Amani now that they knew who she truly was, and were cautious not to do anything that might upset the Prince.Even the following morning, as Amani walked to the market to gather herbs for her medicinal potion, she noticed that nobody would meet her gaze or even offer a smile. Unfazed, she chose not to hide her scars anymore, displaying them proudly for the world to see. After all, the truth had already been revealed.

Malakai spent two days roaming the hills in his wolf form, unable to escape the constant replay of the night at the gala. The moment he saw Amani, he had been prepared to give up everything for her, to beg for her forgiveness and whisk her away to a place where they could be together forever. But instead, he had succumbed to his possessive instincts, unleashing the beast within him and acting like a crazed animal. In the process, he had even harmed Amani, causing him to believe that she would never want anything to do with him again. Seeing Amani living a seemingly joyful life before his arrival shattered Malakai's heart. The way she had looked at him that night mirrored the same loathing she had shown when he first brought her to the palace. Did she no longer love him anymore? Was she now in love with that man, allowing him to touch her in ways only Malakai had before? The mere thought of Amani being intimate with someone else made him want to tear out his own heart. When Malakai

“What the hell did you just do, Jax?!” Archer shouted, darting towards Adam’s lifeless body.Jax stalked closer to Amani, and she stepped back, gut-wrenching fear evident in her eyes. He ruthlessly gripped her by the throat, yanking her towards him, crashing her body against his.“Don’t fucking touch her!” Archer bellowed.Archer lunged, delivering a powerful strike to the side of Jax’s head, causing him to stumble and release Amani. With a roar of anger, Jax tackled Archer to the ground, smashing his fists into Archer’s face. With a rush of adrenaline, Archer blocked Jax’s blows and retaliated with a brutal headbutt, knocking Jax onto his back. Archer loomed over him, raining down a lifetime of suppressed resentment and rage.“You… sick… mother… fucker!” Archer yelled, each word punctuated by a savage strike to Jax’s face.The three other men rushed in, yanking Archer off Jax, then unleashed a barrage of stomps and kicks on him without mercy.“Stop!!” Amani cried. “Leave him alone!!”

Jax and his nefarious minions quickly realized that Amani and Archer had fled. Jax found it more amusing than problematic, confident that their injuries would hinder any significant escape. They ventured into the dense evergreen forest, a faint scent of something unfamiliar lingering in the air, stirring their curiosity."Come on out, little She-Alpha," Jax's voice echoed through the towering trees, laced with a venomous taunt.The men halted abruptly, their eyes widening in disbelief at the sight that unfurled before them. A formidable wolf, fierce and imposing, emerged from the shadows, emanating a primal growl that pierced the stillness of the night. She was a sight to behold, her presence rivaling the mightiest of alphas. As if on cue, the eclipse reached its peak, giving way to the soft moonlight that cascaded upon her. The ethereal glow accentuated Amani’s piercing, emerald green eyes, while her silver fur shimmered like stardust, capturing her essence in a mesmerizing display.

Amani bathed and dressed with a sense of urgency, eager to check on Archer and reunite with those she had missed so dearly. She was pleased to find her belongings just as she had left them. She had missed her clothes, each piece a part of her identity, and now, back in her own territory, she relished the freedom to wear whatever she wanted. Dresses were never Amani's style, unless the occasion absolutely demanded it. Amani happily slipped into a pair of sleek black fitted pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. A crisp white off-the-shoulder top accentuated her natural grace, while her trusty black leather boots added a touch of boldness to her ensemble. As she meticulously brushed her hair, she couldn't help but fixate on the woman staring back at her in the mirror. The scars that had once defined her now seemed like distant memories, gradually fading into the background. This newfound version of herself felt both exhilarating and unfamiliar, and she knew it would tak