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she muttered and she walked away down the hallway. I look back at Malia who is still standing there, clutching her books like they’re armor, but her shoulders aren’t as tight anymore. She looks up at me with those eyes that don’t know whether to hate me or thank me, and I feel the tug in my chest again. “You’re—” she began but cut herself awed. I leaned slightly closer. “Better?” She fucking nods Ethan, her boy toy appears “Malia! There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’m Ember of the Timber Coven. I’m here to speak with High Priestess Malaia,'' I told him. “Did she know you were coming?” he asked. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Alright. Wait here,” he said politely. I nodded my head and stayed seated on my horse while he wrote a letter and sent it by currier spell to Malaia. We waited for a few minutes in comfortable silence before the paper came back to him. He grabbed it out of the air and read it, then motioned for the gates to be opened. We rode into the small village and dismounted right as the stable hands ran up to us. I handed my reins over to one of the young boys and started to step away from my horse when I looked up to see Malaia walking to

A single accusation could be dismissed as a lie, but hearing it from multiple dangerous sources made her inner wolf feel incredibly uneasy and unprotected. "Supreme Alpha Gerard, since your rogue men are so incredibly bold with their mouths, will your hand let my body call Jackson right now?" Malia challenges, thinking only her fiancé's alpha name could bring these thugs back down to reality. Gerard laughs loudly, waving his old claws. "Go ahead and try, girl. My wolf is in no rush tonight."

When I head to Maliyah’s room, I find her painting and sure enough she is still wearing the bracelet. “You feeling better?” “A bit, I feel bad that Luca was removed from his position as my guard though.” “Don’t feel bad, he shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with. He is still a warrior, just no longer your guard.” I walk over to her as she continues her painting. I look at her painting and then back at her. I am confused by her work. It’s a black wolf, but it’s not Enzo or Malayah. It’s a black wolf I’ve never seen before and all black is not a common color, but it is a common color among Enzo’s bloodline.

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

’ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N : Hello again, Melodia is here! Sorry for the delay, I got covid weeks ago and it attacked my body quite hard. I am recovering at the moment because covid attacked my lungs quite bad. It's hard to breath, I keep coughing and throwing up. More over since covid my eyes are more sensitive to lights. ANY kind of lights, including laptop, tab, phone. It really makes it hard for me to type. Thank you so much for the patience you show to me and my novel, I am deeply grateful.

The words echoed through the chamber, revealing the sinister alliance between Malia and Armand, the same man who had haunted my life even when I was living in the woods with Draco. My heart raced within my chest as I listened, unable to tear my eyes away from Malia's now pale and trembling figure. The revelation left me with a chilling realization that the depths of her wickedness knew no bounds. I stood frozen in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest. The revelation of Malia's plot to capture Draco, the century-old vampire residing in the depths of the woods, who had saved me, and harnessed his blood for her own evil purposes left me reeling. The quest for immortality, a desire that had

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

I would not stoop that low, no matter how much I wanted him, and he would not risk the alliances either. My phone vibrated with a notification and I pulled it out. It was probably Paul, calling to check on me, but the moment my eyes landed on the screen, my entire world came crashing down. My insides felt like they were on fire, the same way they had been the day Adonis and Bella’s truth had come out to the world. Rosaline Guerra & Luciano De Luca—the story worth a thousand scandals. The title of the blog sent shivers up and down in my body.