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Beauty
I died in 2025.
It wasn’t tragic—just quick. A car crash on a rainy Tuesday morning. One moment I was sipping overpriced coffee, and the next, everything went black. I expected the void, the silence, maybe even nothingness.
But I woke up in a castle made of moonstone, with silver-threaded sheets and the scent of roses clinging to my skin.
And three men watching me like I was the answer to a prophecy.
They called me Elaria.
And worse—they called me their mate.
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I sat up, the silk dress brushing my legs. “I think there’s been a mistake,” I croaked, voice unfamiliar even to myself. “I’m... I was someone else. My name was Bella Reyes. I lived in 2025. In—California, I think.”
The tallest of them stepped forward. His presence filled the room like a storm. Midnight hair, jagged scars across one cheek, and golden eyes that pulsed like embers.
“I know,” he said simply. “You were Bella. Now, you’re Elaria. You’ve come back to us.”
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The Beast, they whispered. But he wasn’t the only one.
There was Caelum, the ice-eyed sorcerer with magic in his veins and pain buried deep in his soul.
And Thorne, the knight with a broken sword and a heart that refused to give up on hope—even after a thousand years.
They were waiting for me. Bound to me.
Three mates. One soul.
And I was supposed to love them all.
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But how do you love what you don’t understand?
How do you fall for legends when your heart still remembers car rides, cell phones, and Spotify playlists?
More importantly, how do you tell ancient beasts that you don’t want to be anyone’s chosen one?
Especially when your heart starts to betray you... one look, one touch, one whisper at a time.
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To Be Continued…