Whispers in the Mirror
I didn’t mean to wake it. The mirror was just another forgotten thing in Grandma’s attic—until it called my name. Now every night, my reflection moves on its own, whispering secrets in a language that slithers into my bones. The doctors say it’s stress. But I’ve seen shadows crawl out of the glass. And one of them wears my face. Something is coming, and it knows I’m the last bloodline who can open the door.The first time the mirror spoke, I thought I was dreaming.\n\nNow, crouched behind a stack of mildewed trunks in Grandma’s attic, I watch my reflection smile without me. The air smells like burnt copper and old roses. My fingers tremble around the flashlight, its beam flickering across the cracked surface of the oval mirror—engraved with symbols that weren’t there yesterday.\n\n‘Luna…’ it whispers again, my voice but wrong, stretched thin like taffy. Behind me, something scrapes against wood. I don’t turn. I know what I’ll see.\n\nMy reflection takes a step forward. Out of the glass.\n\nDo I smash the mirror now, scream for help, or ask what it wants from me?
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Finding My True Alpha with the Wooden Mask
On her birthday, Seraphina discovers her Alpha mate Jackson is marrying his first love Laila, who claims to be dying from wolfsbane poisoning. When Seraphina questions him, Jackson cruelly dismisses her, reminding her she lost her wolf saving him and is now just an ordinary human. Heartbroken and pregnant, Seraphina makes a decision that triggers unexpected consequences when the mate who scorned her suddenly becomes desperate to find her.
His Cure, My Poison
When our two packs were at war, I secretly injected myself with the deadly Silverthorn Toxin to save my Alpha mate. But when he woke, Fenris hailed another she-wolf, Vanessa, as his savior, and condemned me as his enemy. "Freya, you are here to repay a blood debt. Your Silver Crest pack owes me the lives of my entire pack." He obliterated the last remnants of my family in this city. He imprisoned me on his private territory, tormenting me daily, his Alpha presence a constant, crushing weight. He dressed Vanessa in the Luna's gown and announced that she was carrying his child. And to everyone else, I was nothing more than a canary in his gilded cage. The tearing agony of our rejected mate bond was more lethal than any torture. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to watch as the landmarks my family had built were torn down, one by one. Every time I tried to end my own life, he would dig up the bones of one of my kin from their graves and grind them to dust right in front of me. "I told you, you don't get to die without my permission." I stopped struggling. Let him hate me. After all, I only had three days left until the Silverthorn Toxin in my veins ran its course.
Locked Away While She Was Loved
My mate, Alpha Ryan, abandoned my healer's appointments after I got pregnant, always blaming pack business. But I found him at the clinic anyway - with another pregnant she-wolf, his childhood friend Bonnie. He held her with a tenderness he no longer gave me. "I'll take responsibility for this child," he promised her. "He'll be safe." Their child? I saw his temporary mark on her neck and his lie twisted like a knife in our mate bond. While I carried his pure-blooded heir, he let the pack brand my child a bastard and hailed her half-blood pup as his true heir. To protect Bonnie, he locked me in a silver-laced cell. The silver was a living death. He didn't realize his mistake until I took the forbidden herbs, sacrificing our child and collapsing in a pool of my own blood. Only then did he cradle my broken body, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.
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