She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 96

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Amelia’s pov

The room felt like it was spinning. Not in a way where I became dizzy, no, but in a way where I was pulled and pushed into the world of memories with her.

I take in a shaky breath as I clutched the edge of the countertop.

The Darkest Moon.

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It was always written in her handwriting, scribbled in red ink. Always red ink. Those words were slashed across the very top of the pages. The title of her poem she never could get perfect. Those were her words. I believe anything she wrote was perfect.

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The

But this one. This one was the last poem she wrote. Or perhaps I should say she never truly got to finish it. This was her last incomplete.

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“My mo–aunt,” I said shakily, lifting my gaze from the countertop to stare at Emily. “It was hers. Her words. Her title for her poem. It was her poem,” I whispered at the end as my throat began to close up as the memories took control over my thoughts.

“Why would the note-

“Perhaps she wrote it,” Damon cuts in. “Her aunt must’ve written it.”

I’m not sure if his words were true or false but they triggered me and before I not it I am lashing out at him. “She’s dead! My aunt is dead! The dead can’t write notes!”

The entire room stills. Even Damon who seemed to always have a comeback shuts up and blinks as if he was shocked to hear me so angry, so broken.

“She’s dead…” I whispered as the memories of her claw and pull and burn. Blood was everywhere. She was dead. I saw it. I saw her. I saw the blood. She was dead. “She’s dead,” I repeated and Raiden squeezes my hand as if trying to anchor me back to reality.

“Amelia,” he whispers softly and manages to pull me out of the gruesome memories. I blinked and looked around the room. Everyone was quiet. I looked down in shame, sighing. “I’m sorry, this is all just too much in such little time.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Emily says gently. “How about you take that breakfast upstairs with you and then lay down after? We will take care of everything.”

I look up, her eyes are warm and her smile is gentle, caring. “We promise to protect you with our life Amelia. You’re not only part of our pack now but you’re also family. Family protect family.”

My heart skips a beat and something weighs in my stomach. Family. We’re family.

“Family?” I whisper, unsure, uncertain.

Raiden squeezes my hand. “Family”

Raiden’s pov

I closed the door behind me and lingered there a bit. I didn’t like leaving my mate in the room alone but I had to discuss what was going on with my parents and Giovanni.

It made no sense what he swore he had seen. It couldn’t have been Amelia. She was here in my arms the entire night. And her scent….she only smells like me and vanilla. No werewolf or vampire. Definitely not a hybrid.

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+25 BONUS

“We need to clearly add more wolves to secure the border. It was bad enough hunters got in but someone who’s a hybrid that looks like Amelia?” Mom grumbles, her head shaking in disappointment. “I am the lycan queen for goddess sake! Our borders should be the most secure!”

“Magic has become advance Em,” uncle Shawn utters in thought, scratching his chin. He and aunt Lucy came as soon as mom and dad called them over. They even brought my cousins who were in Rayne’s room right now.

“What if this is magic at play? Perhaps this is beyond what we even think it is,” he continues. “Think about it, the hunters got in undetected. And the girl Giovanni said that is Amelia but clearly isn’t, got in too. Something is too strange about this.”

Mom’s eyes narrowed. “The witches are forbidden to use their magic in our borders for their gain. We have rules! We would know if it’s magic.”

Aunt Lucy shook her head. ” Not those who didn’t bow to you sister. There are still those who do not comply with your rules and you know it.”

Mom’s eyes ablaze and her aura shifts into one of dominance. Her lycan was awake. “Bring all the witches to me now. I want them all here before sun down.”