LOGINHer life became a whirlwind after her 18th birthday. One drunken night changes her life in a way she never expected, or thought possible. Being thrusted in to the world of the supernatural she learns about herself, her family and a prophecy the Lycan king is trying to keep buried. Damon was a responsible young prince, a plot against him to keep an old prophecy from coming true leads, Damon to a chance encounter with his fated mate. One night changed his life forever. As forces threaten to rip them apart Aurora and Damon face off against the most dangerous of foes and together they set out to make alliances and restore the kingdoms to their former glory. Aurora and Damon must win the war between good and evil, As their faith and bond is tested they learn to navigate the war and stay together to reclaim what is rightfully theirs.
View MoreMy Name is Aurora Grayson. I'm your average 17-year-old girl with big goals and even bigger dreams. I live with my parents in a modest two-bedroom home off the outskirts of town and life has been hectic and chaotic and really busy if I am being honest with myself. Between studying and trying to get the scores and scholarships, I need to get into Harvard, attend high school, and work part-time at the local diner down the road from my house.
I barely have time to just be a 17-year-old. I have to help pay my family's bills since my father got sick and had to resign from his position at the university. My mother works in a local upscale hotel as the assistant manager. She's beautiful, determined and my best friend, my biggest confidant.
Though she makes decent money, she still needs help with bills. I am close with my parents. They are amazing, so to help them, I got a part-time job at the local diner in the agreement that the job wouldn't affect my grades. One day I will be able to afford to take care of my parents like they do me.
I see the sacrifices they make proudly and without complaint, for me. My mother and father moved here to Cambridge, Massachusetts, before I was born. I don't remember life anywhere else. Yes, the famous home of Harvard Law School. My father was a professor there until he got too sick to work.
He loved his job more than anything. I can remember sitting in his class as a young girl watching young minds take in his teachings. He was loved and cherished by all of his students before he was forced to resign.
My heart breaks for him. He has always been my hero. I know he misses teaching. Doctors are hopeful the next round of treatments cures this unexplained illness plaguing him. I hope and wish more than anything that they are right and can cure him and give him his life back!
"Good morning dad," I said as I rushed around him in the kitchen. I picked up my book from the night before, where I'd left it on the kitchen table after studying too late, then an apple from the fruit bowl for breakfast this morning. "Wait, Aurora, I can make you breakfast," he said, holding himself up on the counter. I looked at my dad, giving a gentle smile.
"No, thank you daddy, just rest, I am going to be late for school," I said before leaning over and gently kissing his cheek. "We can have dinner tonight. I don't have to work at the diner," I said, smiling at him again “I will hold you to it, brat," he said, kissing my cheek in return. "I love you dad," I said as I rushed out of the door. "I love you too, kiddo have a great day at school!!" He yelled after me.
I ran from the house and got to the bus stop. Thomas, my boyfriend, was there. He kissed my cheek. "Good morning beautiful," he said with a smile. I leaned in to his kiss, giving him my cheek. "Good morning," I said, smiling. Thomas and I had been dating for almost 3 years, since we were 15. "You didn't call me last night," he said with a frown. "Yeah, I know I am sorry. No excuses,” I said with an apologetic smile on my face.
“I worked late at the diner then when I got home last night, I fell asleep at the kitchen table studying," I said. "You have done that a lot lately," he said, his tone streaked with annoyance. "I know that too, and I am sorry about that. I just have to pull the GPA and test scores to get the full ride scholarship to Harvard. My family and I really need this,” I reminded him.
“Testing is this week," I said as the bus was pulling up. "You know hot stuff, I can give you a ride to school," he said, pointing to his convertible. I smiled, "I like to stay humble," I said, kissing his cheek quickly and getting on the bus. I sat down next to my best friend Lilly, "Good morning Aurora," She said with a soft smile.
"He is still trying to get you in that car isn't he?" She said laughing. "Yeah he is," I said, side eyeing her. “He should focus more on his test scores than his daddy’s money and trying so hard to get into your pants” she said looking out the window at him. “He’s going to duke!” I said. “Yeah but you and I both know his daddy’s money is paying for his entrance. He doesn’t need scores when he can throw money at it,” she said before she went silent for a moment.
"He's really pushing you to give up that V card of yours, isn't he?" I looked at Lilly flabbergasted. "Um...well.... Yes but you know how I feel about it," I said, looking at her "Yes, yes, school before play," she said, shoulder bumping me. "Test scores before you score,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. “Girl you need to de-stress yourself, what could it hurt to have a single night of fun out?" She said laughing.
"That sounds fun but right now I have the state testing coming up and the scholarships to think about. I'll be 18 in a few days and with the school year ending in a few months they will be awarding scholarships soon. The testing is this week. and when they give out scholarships soon I have to have my name on that list and my entire future rides on it." I said shyly.
“I need this scholarship money and honestly so does my family Lilly” “you are holding damn near a 5.0 GPA. You have surpassed all previous testing I have no doubt you will get that full ride to college” she said, hugging me with an arm. I leaned my head against her before we sat back in the seat putting our knees up on the back of the seat in front of us.
Aurora’s POVThe silence in the nursery wasn’t peace. It was weight. Heavy enough to crush breath from lungs. Heavy enough to make even warriors outside hesitate before entering. Rick was still on his knees. Still holding Thea. Still crying. But the tendrils were no longer simply reacting. They were failing. Flickering like dying embers. Yet I could feel it underneath everything. Something far worse than loss of control.A secondary presence. Not Rick’s. Not Hagetha’s alone. Something older was pushing back against his awakening clarity. Something hungry. Something patient. Something that did not like being denied. Lucian. I had never seen him. Never faced him. But I had felt his shadow before. And now it was reacting. Because Rick was no longer a perfect vessel. He was becoming unstable. That made him dangerous.To us. To Thea. To the world. Damon stepped beside me slowly. His eyes never left Rick. Max was tense inside him now. Focused again. Predator focus. Not confusion anymore. Ju
Aurora’s POVThe nursery felt like it was holding its breath. Even the light seemed different now. Thea sat in his arms, her attention was fixed on Rick. And Rick… Rick was no longer the man who had burst into our castle with intent to take her. He was shaking. Not from fear of us. From something inside him breaking apart.The black tendrils along his arms writhed violently, no longer smooth or controlled. They moved like something panicked—like a living thing realizing it was losing its grip. “No…” he whispered again, but it wasn’t directed at us anymore. It was directed inward. At himself. At whatever was inside him.Hagetha’s influence. Or something worse. Thea reached out again. I felt it the moment she did. The air shifted. Light pulsed from her skin—soft, white, warm—but stronger now than before. Not explosive. Not destructive. Corrective. Like reality itself was trying to realign. Rick flinched. The tendrils recoiled again, faster this time. He gasped sharply, dropping his head
Damon’s POVThe moment I felt it, I knew something inside the castle had changed. Not the battlefield. Not the perimeter. Inside. Max went still. That was worse than his rage. Stillness meant focus. Predator focus. “What is it?” Toney shouted over the chaos. I didn’t answer. Because I couldn’t. My instincts were screaming in a direction that made no sense. The nursery. Aurora. Thea. Rick.A name I hadn’t spoken aloud in weeks suddenly burned through my mind like poison. And then I moved. I didn’t order a retreat. I didn’t strategize. I abandoned the outer wall. Behind me, warriors shouted. Ahead of me, zombies poured through broken gates like a flood of dead things that refused to understand they were already gone. But I didn’t care anymore. Because something far worse than an invasion was happening behind us.Aurora’s POVRick was crying. Not quietly. Not controlled. The kind of crying that breaks something open inside a person that cannot be repaired. He was holding Thea like she wa
Rick’s POVHe stopped remembering days. Time blurred. Sometimes he was awake. Sometimes he wasn’t. Sometimes he was screaming inside his own head but no sound came out. The black tendrils had spread further now. Up his neck. Across his chest. Down his arms. They moved like living ink beneath his skin. Whispering. Always whispering. “You will be strong.” “You will be useful.” “You will be whole.” But he wasn’t whole.Not anymore. Hagetha had shown him the truth. Or part of it. Lucian. A name that tasted like death. A thing buried beneath the world. A thing he was supposed to become. But even through the haze, something else remained. A memory. A baby’s face. Silver eyes. Tiny hands gripping his finger. Thea. That memory hurt more than the tendrils. Because it felt real in a way nothing else did anymore. And that terrified him.-4 Weeks Later-The dead began walking. Not in full. Not yet. But enough. Bodies pulled from old battlefields. From forgotten graves. From cursed soil beneath ab
Damon's POV: I looked at this silver-eyed beauty. My head clouded. I wasn't sure what I must have drunk to make me feel this way. I'd had a single whiskey. It occurred to me, I may have been drugged. My eyes went wide with the realization. Before I could stand up and go speak with my beta abou
We danced together, after refilling my glass. We laughed and jumped to the beat. I could feel wandering eyes on me, so I looked around. I did not see anyone. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. It was not unpleasant but made me hyper-aware of being watched by someone. I glanced aroun
An hour later, I was standing in front of her full-length mirror. I had a short tight fighting black dress that ended mid-thigh, a slit on the side went to my hip. Black heels. My brown hair she had dried and picked out, letting my natural curls come out resting down my back. She did my make-up in
"Well..." She said, "Why can't Thomas help you study? I bet he could help you relax too?" she said with a wink. I rolled my eyes. "He says he is fine waiting until I get into college. He says sex is not the most important thing to him. "He says that, but he's been waiting almost 3 years for you. E












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