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      Chapter 6

      by Quinn Hawthorne   I should have left. The second I saw her, the second her scent hit me, I should have turned around and walked away. Pretended I never saw her, never even knew her. It would have been the smart thing to do. The safe thing to do. But I couldn’t. The moment her eyes met mine, all that pain, all that desperation that I’d buried came roaring back to life, tearing me apart. She looked at me like I was a ghost, like I’d shattered her heart all over again just by standing there. And hell if…
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      Chapter 34

      by Quinn Hawthorne   I leaned against the kitchen counter, rubbing my temples as the pot of soup simmered on the stove. The quiet felt suffocating today. Yesterday, everything had been fine—better than fine, actually. My parents had been in good spirits, more alert, even managing to get through the day without much of the usual struggle. So, I told the nurse to take the day off. They deserved the break. But today... today was different. I sighed, pushing myself off the counter and grabbing a spoon to stir the…
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      Chapter 36

      by Quinn Hawthorne The mark on my hand wouldn’t stop itching. The mark on my hand had grown darker. Its presence, once faint, now felt like a constant whisper at the back of my mind. At first, I’d ignored it, brushing off the strange tingling sensation as an aftereffect of the ritual. But deep down, I knew better. This wasn’t something I could dismiss anymore. It wasn’t going away. Sitting in the quiet of my nest, I stared at it. The lines were no longer subtle—they were defined, almost alive, moving in rhythm…
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      Chapter 35

      by Quinn Hawthorne   It was strange, how quickly everything could change, even though nothing really looked different. Xavier and I had done this a thousand times before—sitting together, his knee brushing against mine, watching something on TV that neither of us cared about. But now, every little touch felt charged with meaning, every glance full of something new. I shifted on the couch, glancing at him. His attention was on the screen, but I knew better. He was just as aware of this new reality as I was. The…
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      Chapter 5

      by Quinn Hawthorne I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand, a dull, persistent hum that pierced through the thick fog clouding my head. My body ached as if I’d been dragged through a nightmare and back—except, this wasn’t the usual sleep paralysis hangover. This felt worse. Heavier. Pushing myself up, I glanced around the room. Nothing had changed. The cracked mirror, the pile of dirty laundry in the corner, my collection of cryptid posters on the wall—all there, all familiar. But something felt…
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      Chapter 31

      by Quinn Hawthorne “If you want to back out, I wouldn’t be offended. We have only been dating for almost two months now.” Silas said while his back was to me, and he filled the fridge with easy-to-eat food for the week. The heat hotel we picked was definitely an experience. They offer complimentary breakfast, which they deliver to each room using the air element to eliminate scents and sounds that the alphas or omegas would perceive as a threat. I’ve heard of people using air to do housework and other duties, but…
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      Chapter 32

      by Quinn Hawthorne The scent of her heat, a potent mix of lily of the valley and vanilla, was driving me wild. It was a perfume that seemed to seep into my very bones, a siren call that I couldn't resist. Xiomara, my Mara, was spread out beneath me like a feast, her pale skin flushed, and her blue eyes glazed over with desire. She was losing herself to the primal need of her omega instincts, and I was more than ready to answer that call. I trailed kisses up her smooth thighs, savoring the sweet taste of her slick on my…
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      Chapter 5

      by Quinn Hawthorne Opening the journal felt like cracking open a storm, the pages heavy with emotion, as if Scarlet’s pain had soaked into the very paper. The leather binding was worn and soft beneath my fingers, but the weight of what I held made my hands tremble. Each word she had written seemed to scream out at me, etched in messy, desperate strokes that bled with all the emotions she hadn’t been able to say out loud. The first entry I flipped to was from April 10th, the numbers pressed into the page so hard it…
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      Chapter 30

      by Quinn Hawthorne The room was thick with the scent of dragon's blood and the sight of dancing flames. I could feel the elements around me, a chorus of ancient power that hummed with the rhythm of the earth itself. The cut on my wrist stung, a small price to pay for freedom from the chains that had bound me for so long. As the last drop of my blood fell into the bowl, the world seemed to hold its breath. A surge of energy coursed through me, a torrent of raw power that felt like it might tear me apart from the inside out.…
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      Chapter 28

      by Quinn Hawthorne I was practically buzzing as I took the wheel of Gideon's car, the engine purring to life beneath my fingertips. The drive back to his place was an exercise in restraint; my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, resting on Gideon's thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns over the denim of his jeans. Every so often, he'd glance over at me, a small, private smile playing on his lips, and I'd feel my heart kick against my ribs like a wild thing trying to escape. We were a tangle of limbs and laughter, the car…
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