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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My eyes snapped open, revealing the ceiling of my shared bedroom with my mate. I frowned—how did I get here? The last thing I remembered was Sophia attacking me and then—
"You killed her," a somber voice mumbled.
I turned my head to the side, my eyes instantly locking on my mate's fiery ones that seemed to have dulled down.
You killed her.
His words finally hit me.
I killed Sophia.
But how? When? A faint memory of the metallic scent came back to me and I glanced down at my body. I don't understand. Wasn't I meant to be covered in blood?
"I cleaned you up," Alaric whispered.
I dragged my eyes back to his, and he gave me a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. I could hear his mind racing but I couldn't quite place his thoughts.
Should I tell her?
Part of his thought process came through to me and frowned. He wanted to tell me something. Sparks ignited on my face as he gently palmed my cheek.
"Princess," he started, "I think it's time you knew a bit about my past."
My heart leaped into my throat and I immediately feared the worst. The stories, his past. What was I about to find out?
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Alaric led me to a hidden stone wall that was situated inside the walk-in closet of our room. It was in the far back of the small space, behind the mirror. I hadn't even noticed that it was there but considering I did not have the time to snoop around, it is expected.
His hand was clamped firmly around my own sending nervous signals through our bond as he stood in front of the out-of-place wall. He let out a breathy sigh, looking over his shoulder at me before hesitantly pressing his palm against the wall. Only, his hand passed through it instead. My eyes widened— it was an enchanted wall.
Silently sensing my amazement, Alaric let out a short chuckle. Before I could even blink, he went through the wall, pulling me with him, revealing a well-lit cavern. My eyes flitted around the cave-like structure in wonder and that was when I saw it. Three coffins were sat in front of us, two large ones and a tiny one between them. A framed picture corresponded with each one.
Above the coffin to my left, was a portrait of a young woman. She was beautiful with dark skin, a heart-shaped face, and black, thick, coily hair that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep red, framed by thick brows, and her thick lips were painted an iridescent green which matched her 18th-century gown.
To my left was a picture of a young man who looked no older than 17. He had many similarities with the woman, dark hair and red eyes. His face was much harsher than hers, with a sharp jaw pricked with a close-cut beard. His hair was also a bit straighter, held behind his head in a ponytail. He wore a coat that was similar to what Alaric and his brother had, only his was pitch black.
