After being rejected by his mate, the alpha of Crimson Red pack, Caden King never thought he would be given a second chance mate by moon goddess. Things get a little complicated when he discovers that his mate is no other than the petite and vivacio...
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ROSETTA LAURIER
When I was a little girl, my mom used to tell me stories about monsters lurking in the dark and the princes who fought the monsters and saved the princess.
She used to warn me about those monsters and told me that I was a flower which is too precious for this cruel world.
But mom failed to warn me about the monsters that lived inside us.
The monsters that pushed our limits and fought to be free.
But are they all evil?
Are all monsters evil?
Or is the world too hard?
And are the princes that were described in the fairytales always so pure and kind hearted?
What happened after that happily ever after?
Was it really happily ever after?
Is there anything like happily ever after in the world?
These questions always peeped in my mind. But there was no answer, not even from my mother who claimed to be living her happily ever after but ended up committing suicide.
The aftermath of every happy ending is not always delightful. It can be full of sufferings and helplessness.
Maybe the happily ever after is just moving on.
Like how my father moved on and married his mistress after a week of my mother's death.
I watched my whole world fall apart and all I could do was stare blankly.
I was terrified I would break down.
I did.
But it didn't matter.
I was born with wings but my dear ones cut off my wings.
I guess it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
But,
Every word,
Every moment,
Every half smile,
Every cry,
Every sigh.... Left a scar.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past was real.
The past did not kill me.
And it did not make me stronger.
It simply was and always will be scorched upon my heart.
My whole life, I have been in war with myself.
And some war helps us bloom.
She's the flowers, But she's also the rain. She's the beauty of the day. But also the nights full of pain.
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