There was deep relief in my chest that made me realise that I was worried about something. "I know my father was a bastard, and he hurt my mother and the women in his life in irreparable ways. But I am nothing like him. I am not a dark alpha, and I refuse to be. Please do not let what we discover a

~Tamia~ Sylvester took off his clothes, leaving his boxers on and lay on the bed facing up and resting his head on his hand. He looked to the side and smiled at me. He motioned me to join him in bed. "Come on, Green-eyes. I want to hold you," He said, and I smiled. I took off the joggers and left

"I am sure no woman would go through half of what your mother did and not snap. Your father treated her like shit. He tried to replace her with his fated, then forced her to be his fated's midwife. He cheated on her, killed most of her family members and crippled them by forbidding her from represen

There were six journals altogether, and somehow it wasn't a daily record of her life; browsing through the page, I realised she only recorded significant events. "Read aloud, Tamia," Marcel said. We were all eager for answers, so we sat in the living room, and I picked the oldest journal, judging b

~Sylvester~ I took the journal from Tamia and read the page she was on. I could not believe what I had just seen. "What if this woman was trying to frame my mother? The letter was anonymous. What if that was what she was trying to do? Jenny was on the council, and my mother wasn't. My father had l