Decades of moving around in search of the silver cauldron, the witch artifact that is rumored to hold the source of all witch power in the world, leaves Damian Moretti stuck in a web of indecision. In his latest move to one of the least known witch hotspots in the US, Seattle, he starts to imagine he would never find the cauldron and might never end the centuries-old war between the werewolves and witches. The casualties are rising, and the destiny of the werewolves rests on his ability to find that Cauldron. He spends most of his time working for Weiss, the Alpha leader, and chasing down leads. That is, until he moves into a house in a new neighborhood. Zelene Simmonds wants a fresh start, and Seattle is the one place she had good memories in. She moves into her grandmother's old house, and settles in to make the most of her new life. Her life changes even more than she had expected. A romantic journey starts between them, and while she is suspicious of Damian's origins, nothing can beat the pull between them or so it seems because Damian finds the silver cauldron is in the one place he least expected, and now he has to choose between victory in a centuries-old war, and happiness. Would he be willing to take away an important part of Zelene's life and lose her in the process, or would he leave his old life behind?
Damian's POV
I was standing a yard away, and I was captivated by her stormy gray eyes.
She was an instant mystery that unfolded before my very own eyes.
"Are you alright?" I asked her.
"I . . . I . . ." She blinked, her chest heaving as she swallowed hard. She looked to her left and then her right, and behind her, searching, unsure.
"Are you badly hurt?" I asked, my voice almost in a whisper. She hadn't noticed the small cut on the back of her hand but I did. And the blood was about to reach the surface.
She clutched her hand against her chest, trying to calm herself, and slow down the beating of her heart.
"He's"
"He's gone," I answered.
"Ar.... Are you sure?"
"I think my presence must have scared him off. Here, it's clean you've got a cut on the back of your hand," I told her.
It was only then she turned her hand over to see. Her brows came together in a frown, it was probably the least of her problems then, "Oh, it's not much."
"Still, you should keep it covered," I said, and my hand was still outstretched. I needed her to take the handkerchief.
She lifted her eyes back up at me before she took it. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I could see behind the panic and the gratitude. There was something else gnawing at me from the strange woman's gaze, rooting me which brought some unfamiliar heat to my senses.
"He just. . . came out of nowhere," she said, as she dabbed at her hand.
"He must have thought he'd be lucky," I told her.
I've had my fair share of encounters with roadside strangers. If only the blonde-haired woman standing in front of me knew how pale in contrast every second that passed in our silence was to many others, she wouldn't be so calm.
She shook her head and sighed, "God," tucking her hair behind her ear.
"You're alright now."
The next move I finally made was towards her.
I heard as her heart skipped a beat. Wa
What was that about? Some subtlety or not? I took the handkerchief from her. "May I?" I asked.
She hesitated, then she held her hand forward. I've lived long enough to say I've seen it all, but never have I seen time pause.
Time suddenly stood still as our fingers brushed each other.
Why the hell was I so calm in front of her? I definitely hadn't met her before. I would have noticed her smell. I just could not take my eyes off of her.
Who was she?
What was she?
"Thank you," She let out.
"Of course."
Nothing about this made sense. Not my sudden domestication. Not the strange woman's comfort being so close to me, a stranger, just moments after almost being assaulted by one.
I stepped away and looked at the flat tire of her car. This was obviously the reason why the vagabond had pulled a knife on her. Seen her vulnerability and took the chance.
"Are you sure he's gone? Shouldn't I call the police or something?" she asked, and I could sense the panic still there.
"He's definitely not coming back," I answered. I would know this because I had broken both of his hands and dumped his unconscious body somewhere in the abandoned building behind her.
"And how are you so sure about that?" she asked.
It sounded as if she was suspicious of me. Maybe I had planned it with the attacker who wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.
Anyway, I didn't want to tell her the truth. That I had hurt the guy. It was better I just allayed her fears.
"Just trust me on this one, will you?" I said to her.
She hesitated for a second, eyes scanning me as if she could very well tell if I was lying or if I was telling the truth.
To me, she looked so vulnerable. And I felt this sudden urge to protect her at all costs.
She rubbed her shoulders and asked me, "So, what are we going to do about my car?"
"About your car?" I asked. "Well, I am going to help you fix it. Do you have a spare tyre?"
She nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Good. I don't expect you have the tools for that, do you?" I asked.
She shook her head, suddenly losing her power of speech.
"Just stay right here and I'll get them from my car, all right?" I said, and my hands were spread right in front of me to tell her that there was no need to worry.
There wasn't anyway. I could smell a heartbeat miles away, so I could tell that we weren't expecting any company.
I got the tools from my car and the spare tyre from hers, and proceeded to fix the flat.
"Where are you headed?" I asked her.
"Home," she said.
"Is it a long way?"
"Quite."
"Good thing I found you, right?"
"Thank you. For your help."
She was standing so close to me and I could feel her presence. It was like some immovable object that was trying to intrude into my private space. How possible was that?
"Sure," I told her.
She had a new tyre after I was done and her car was as good as new.
I returned my tools to my car, cleaned my hands and went back to meet her.
I didn't know what made me say it but the words just came right out of my mouth. "I should see you home. Just to be sure you get home safe. If that's alright with you."
"Thank you for your help but I can't trust you with my location."
"I understand. I don't have to follow you home."
She agreed and we were on our way. The drive took six minutes. I got out of mine and she wound down her driver's side.
"Make sure you treat that," I pointed to her hand.
"I will. Thank you again," she said and offered me her hand.
I took it and that's when I saw it.
Selene Moonlight is a strong and tough werewolf, but Grayson, a cruel alpha who has made a deal with the Wraith King, an evil force from the past, has control over her. Selene fights to stay true to herself and keep her pack safe from the Wraith King's growing power. She used to be Alistair's mate, but Alistair betrayed her and was sent away. To get her freedom back and save her pack, Selene has to find her way through a web of lies, betrayals, and old curses as she learns dark secrets about her past and the Wraith King. With Alistair, her loyal friend Raiden, and Isaac, a mysterious ally, by her side, Selene has to face her own power and decide what she wants to do: give up everything to beat the Wraith King or risk losing herself forever.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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