Two hours into the celebration, everyone was having a good time. Mira spotted Amanda stealing glances at Vincent a few times. She realized the former couple had yet to reconcile. Now and then, they would steal glances at each other. Vincent was busy talking and laughing to some single female pack members. He looked like he was having a good time while Amanda looked like she was about to commit homicide.
“Oh, get over it!” Mira groaned as she was annoyed by Amanda’s stealing glances. “Just go there and talk to him.”
“He hates my guts. I swear it; he hates me,” Amanda said, trying hard not to look at Vincent.
“Can I steal her for a moment?” Cohen asked Amanda.
“Sure, Mister Happily Ever After,” Amanda replie
Two months later, somewhere in Cuba.Cohen parked his car before coming out and walking to the bar of the town. He had been in town nearly one week now. He slipped a few hundred dollar bills to the bouncer on the front door before he was let to enter. There was no time to waste as Cohen made his way to the basement where the real fun was.An illegal fight match.People were roaring at the ongoing match, but that didn’t bother him as he kept going until he entered a changing room. Taking his shirt off, he prepared for his own fight, which would be after the current one. He wrapped his hands with boxing tape. For someone like him, he had to fight carefully—without taking life unless intended to. The match wasn’t what he was looking for. It was the guests who attended the match that was his main prior
Mira’s pen hovered on the paper. She couldn’t think of anything else to add to her journal. Her eyes scanned every word she had written on the page. It amazed her that she could write this much of the story of her life. She never had a formal education, but she was lucky that a woman taught her how to read and write during their enslavement.Mira didn’t write the story of her life to remind herself how she got this far. But she wrote it for her kids when they faced hardship in their lives and thought of giving it up. She wanted them to know how many hardships their parents had to endure to get this far.Everyone questioned; what happened now? Dalton Forest had proven the two Councilors of the Werewolf’s Council, Ophelia Jade and Robert, were guilty of numerous charges, including the murdered case of his younger brother, Winston, who was
He stared at the white witch as he couldn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth. Amanda was no longer leaving. She closed the door of his apartment once more and crossed her arms. From the beginning, she had been thinking how she should break the news to the man who lost his mate and a few months later, the body was taken from the grave. It wouldn’t be a pretty scene judging Cohen’s fragile control of his own mind.
Cohen left the pack mansion without meeting anyone else. Liam was in a meeting when he arrived. But, Cohen was still not ready to face the Interim Alpha. He went to his lake house and was shocked when he saw the lake house was completed. Before the battle, Cohen was still working on the deck floor and several other rooms inside. Now, it all looked completed and...empty.
Trinity, also known as the Mother of Dark Magic, was the very first human to get the gift of a sorceress. She had a twin named Titania. Ironically, Titania became the Mother of True Magic. While Trinity practiced Dark Magic, Titania practiced true magic which was also known as the magic of white witches. One sister fell into the darkness and another walked in the light. Both of them were enemies till this very day. Trinity was said to earn her magic true mating with one of the princes of Hell. Thus, granting her forbidden magics and immortality. Titania passed at the age of three hundred. Her legacy was carried by those who were born as white
Liam returned to the pack mansion without Cohen. Although it was disrespectful for Liam being cold to Cohen, the Interim Alpha’s anger was unquestionable. For months, he tried to find his Alpha. If it wasn’t because of Cohen’s pa
A day passed since his return to the pack mansion. He spent the day discussing and thinking about where the robbers might have taken Mira’s body. Cohen was tired. He sat in the bedroom of his lake house, holding a photo of Mira.“Where are you, baby?” he asked.His heart ached again. No matter how much he tried to forget the day her life was taken, he would still remember it. He tried to drink alcohol to keep the memory away but when he was sober, the memory came back. He tried to do a lot of work to keep his mind busy. But at the moment his mind stopped being busy, he thought of her.Cohen got up from the bed and put her picture inside his jacket pocket before he walked out. When he was out there, he made a connection with the beggars and the homeless people in the town where he would
The house engulfed in flame, taking Patricia along. Cohen rushed into the house and almost got himself killed when the ceiling began to collapse. He searched around, looking for Patricia. The impact of the explosion was close to her position which might have killed her. But Cohen doubted she would go down that easy. Since the beginning, he knew something was different with Patricia. She had the scent of a human probably for carrying another child inside of her but she also had another scent.He coughed as the thick smoke began to take a toll on his lungs. Then, he spotted Patricia surrounded by a large red shield. She was holding onto her left hand that was bleeding. She was panting heavily. Cohen followed the drop of her blood on the floor. There was a strange mark on the floor where she was standing. The mark was created with her blood.Ignoring the fac