I woke up to the sound of hushed voices, I opened my eyes to find my uncle Fredrick, my supposed real father, and both of my adoptive parents outside of the door of the bedroom I was laying in. I was shocked to find my mother and father here. Did they know about me all along? Did they know who or what I already was? The uncertainty on me is daunting, and I again start to question my entire life with them. I sit up, and the floor makes a noise as I move, and immediately, they stop talking with Shaemus. My mother looks into the room with a guarded expression on her face. Like she was just caught doing something that was supposed to be a secret. She fidgets and looks at me awkwardly. I arise from the bed and walk towards them; it is then I notice Tiffany and her mother are also there in the room. I stopped myself from approaching any further. The memory of Tiffany’s actions, and our conversation is still fresh in my mind. I really did not want to see them again. “Hello Pumpkin” my fath

Greece. It had been several hours since Velaria left the scenario with her parents. Her heart felt very broken however, she was determined to move on. She still felt she was too young and beautiful to settle down with anyone destined or not. She had to accept reality as it is, her life was never a normal human life, and never will be. She had been deceiving herself for years. Now that she was seeing things from a different lens so to speak, she recounted everything her mother said, and everything made sense. She realized that for years she was ignoring the magic in front of her because she did want to believe. She actually now, did recall her mother using magic at home, or her brother practicing Latin words. She felt like such a fool. It was right there in front of her the entire time. She just never accepted the reality of it, never wanted to believe or see it. Could she be the destined mate of Shaemus or betrothed from birth to another being? It was difficult for her to accept. S

I ran from the nightclub. I was intent on getting away from that deliciously hot man. The same man who has been haunting my dreams. I feel as if I know him. I feel my essence reacting to him. Bending to his voice, and every will. I do not know what the fuck is happening with me but, I lately have not been in control of my sexual prowess as I normally am. I mean like what the fuck?! As I am walking down the street, I feel eyes on me again. This time it is different. This energy feels cold and deadly. Not heated like it wants to consume me in unending pleasure. I made it back to my hotel room. I finally begin to relax as I start to undress myself. I am undoing my dress when I hear a sensual voice from behind “Allow me my dove” I freeze as I feel hands unzipping me while caressing my back. I unleash a moan while my head falls back on his shoulder. “Do you know how long I have searched for you?” he whispered, “do you how long I have waited for you?” “Who are you?” I whisper while I wr