Eternal Love: Book 1
The Moon Goddess never makes mistakes, her judgment should never be questioned, she assigns mates for a reason and that is why the rejection kills.
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Kirabo Peters finds herself knocking on death's door after the man sh...
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Alaric has been on edge ever since he told me we were going to visit Sword of Hera. He showed me a letter he'd received from Zack stating they wanted my body. My blood ran cold the moment it hit me that he was convinced of my death. Does that mean he wanted me to die? Why, all of a sudden, was he requesting for my body? The very thought of going back there formed a pit in my stomach but I knew it had to be done or else a war might break out and that's not good.
The night had already fallen. I did all the chores in the house and made dinner. Now I was both worried and bored. Jessabelle was with Alaric all day discussing the trip and battle plans, no doubt. I was much more concerned about the latter. I knew the stories of my mate's bloodthirsty ways. I could only hope that no one dies during this so called visit.
Sighing, I covered my hair with a silk bonnet and jumped into the bathroom. After a heated shower my entire body relaxed. Maybe I shouldn't worry too much about things I can't control. Whatever happens, they deserve it. I walked into the bedroom in just my towel and my heart jumped into my throat as I noticed someone on my bed. An involuntary scream left my lips as fear slowly crept up my body.
The sudden noise caused the woman to flinch and she turned around to face me before a laugh lit up her face. The familiarity in her green eyes calmed me down before I shot her a harsh glare.
"What the fuck, Jess!" I growled stomping into the closet.
She laughed and I heard her steps follow behind me. My heart was still racing as I combed through my side of the closet.
"Why, I never knew you had such a potty mouth, darlin'," she teased, leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh hardy-har," I snapped sarcastically, "What are doing here anyway?"
"Breena and I are takin' ourselves to the pub," she responded, "And I came to get you. Won't be fair to leave ya here bored now, would it?"
I froze at her words and locked eyes with her through the mirror. That's when I noticed what she was wearing. A skin tight, silver, strapless dress clung to her body stopping mid thigh. She was sporting a smoky eye and a bold red lip, and her hair was curled and pulled up into a curly bun. She was also wearing gladiator sandals. She looked stunning.
"Why're ya lookin' at me like that?"
Her voice shook me out of my daze and I turned around to face her. I haven't had a drink in a while and I'm not sure if it's healthy for me. What if I start crying again?
"Don't jus' stand there darlin'. Get dressed," Jessabelle urged.
It wouldn't be so bad if I did go out, would it? Shrugging I sifted through my draws until I found a black mini leather skirt and a blue tube top. I pulled on a pair of combat boots and hiked on a fishnet half top over the tube top. I didn't bother with make up, opting for just gloss and mascara and the final addition was a pair of silver hoops.
