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  “You were mine once,” Aiden murmured, pinning her to the wall. “And you will be mine again.”   Alina laughed softly, even as tears burned her eyes. “You chose another woman, Aiden. Now you don’t get to touch what you abandoned.”   Three years of silence. Three years of cold sheets. Three years of being the "Placeholder Luna."   Alina knew the terms: marry the powerful Alpha Aiden, provide an heir, and disappear when the contract expired. She played her part perfectly. But when Aiden’s childhood sweetheart returns to claim her throne, the rejection isn't just a formality—it’s a betrayal that leaves Alina shattered and exiled to the pack’s dangerous fringes.   Then, an accident comes that almost claims her life. Instead of death, she finds a savior: a scarred rogue, hunted by every pack in the territory. Where Aiden saw a contract, this stranger sees a Queen. Where Aiden saw a wolfless Omega, he sees a mate.   As the Rogue’s obsession with Alina grows, so does the danger. But back at the palace, Aiden is realizing that breaking the bond didn't stop the hunger. He wants his wife back. He wants his son home.   But the Rogue doesn't play by pack rules, and he has no intention of letting his rescued treasure go back to the man who threw her away.   The Alpha wants his legacy. The Rogue wants her soul. And Alina? She’s done playing by everyone else’s rules.

In a world where power and blood define destiny, Isla Veyra is a Kyote werewolf, born with fragmented powers but unmatched determination. On the night of the mating ceremony meant to unite her clan with Dorian Kael’s cursed beta pack, everything shatters. Rejected publicly, her bond with him awakens in fire and fury, transforming her into a white-hot predator no one anticipated. Haunted by rage, pain, and the involuntary pull of a supernatural connection, Isla must navigate betrayal, rival packs, and the secrets hidden within Dorian’s curse. As she struggles to control the bond, a rogue Alpha watches from the shadows, a forbidden attraction simmering where none should exist. When Dorian’s life is threatened and rival clans rise against him, Isla’s fury unlocks something ancient, terrifying, and extraordinary ushering her toward a destiny even the oldest prophecies could not predict. But love, trust, and power come at a cost, and in the end, only one question remains: can she master the bond before it consumes them both? Blood will be shed. Bonds will be broken. And legends will awaken.

I signed for my sister's dinner. Not for love. Not for glory. Just so she wouldn't go to bed hungry again. Now I'm carrying his heir — and Clause 7 says I'll never see this baby's face. Elara is an omega with nothing left. So when Alpha Kael Blackwood — cold, haunted, called the Ice Alpha — offers her a contract, she doesn't hesitate. One year. One heir. $200,000. Live in his house. Carry his child. Leave when it's over. What the fine print hides: Clause 7. If the baby is a male heir — a True Alpha — Elara's parental rights end at birth. No visits. No goodbyes. Just a check and a locked door. She discovers this at fourteen weeks. After the morning sickness. After the first kick. After she's already named her daughter. Kael Blackwood is not a good man. He buried his entire pack at nineteen. He hasn't smiled since. But Elara sees the cracks. The hallway light he leaves on because she's afraid of the dark. Her sister's crayon drawings taped to his fridge. The way his hand hovers over her stomach — never touching — when he thinks she's asleep. He's not supposed to care. She's not supposed to want him to. When an old enemy discovers Elara's pregnancy carries the prophesied heir, the contract becomes a death warrant. Kael must choose: Follow pack law and lose her forever. Or burn his legacy down — and keep her. The Ice Alpha's Contract is a complete standalone dark werewolf romance. No cheating. No non-con. Pregnancy from Chapter One. Guaranteed HEA. ---

“Finally, we have something special. A matched set, if you will. An omega and her pup. The mother’s a rogue, freshly severed, which as many of you know makes her quite the omen. And the child, well, she’s young and trainable. Together, they make a fascinating package.” No. No, no, no. A guard grabbed my arm, shoving me toward the stage. Another one carried Nora, who was screaming and reaching for me, and I knew this night was about to change our lives forever. I just didn’t realize how much. ----- Dionne Parker has spent her entire life being invisible, just another omega servant scrubbing floors and swallowing insults. She’s survived the Bloodmoon Pack by keeping her head down, her mouth shut and her daughter alive. But when she’s framed for a crime she didn’t commit, survival means running… straight into the hands of traffickers where her life takes the worst turn. Standing on that auction stage under blinding lights, listening to strangers bid on their lives, Dionne thinks this is the end. Until a voice cuts through the chaos with an offer no one can match. Her buyer is Kael, the five-hundred-year-old Lycan King whose reputation is built on blood and brutality. Cursed by dark magic and barely holding onto his humanity, he’s the last person Dionne should be around. But the moment he sees her, his beast who has been violent and uncontrollable for three centuries, goes completely still. As if it’s been waiting for her. Now Dionne is trapped in a castle with a king who’s barely holding onto his humanity, enemies who are closing in from every corner, and a shadow who’s been organizing her destruction from the start. Will she survive when her past and present collide, or will the love meant to save her become the weapon that destroys them both?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Amara, a wealthy aristocrat's well-bred daughter with a secret to hide, is thrown into despair when her world is suddenly shattered after discovering she isn’t the Caldwells' biological daughter. It was incredibly convenient for her father to discard years of love, devotion, and family ties, quickly sending her as a marriage tribute to a Werewolf Prince after receiving an invitation that, according to the Peace Treaty between Werewolves and Humans, required one of his daughters. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t truly a Caldwell, nor that she was already in love with someone else. So, on the night of her planned elopement with her lover, her fate with the monster was ruthlessly sealed. Forget that the Alpha Prince is a cursed monster—yet, why is he always in her face, treating her like his perfect plaything to pass the time? But most importantly, if he truly doesn't care about her, why do those who cross her suddenly disappear or get punished? — Excerpt: Amara could feel the tension in the way Alexander stood before her—the restraint in his silence, the weight of his attention pressing against her body. He shouldn’t be this close to her after cornering her against a tree. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” he asked, his voice dangerously controlled. Her breath trembled, but she shook her head. “I—I don’t know.” “I take it.” Amara inhaled sharply as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, conflicted eyes, burning with something that made her heart stutter. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispered. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips. “Because if I cross that line,” he said, “I won’t stop.” “Then cross it.” Her voice was barely audible. Instantly, the restraint in Alexander’s eyes shattered. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss.

From virgin to Ryker's play toy, Rowan's obsession and Corvin's lustful desire. Amaris is that good girl turn bitch! ******* Sold to the father. Fated to the sons. Desired by all three. Amaris Storme was sent as an arranged mate, a peace offering to a cold, grieving Alpha who refuses to touch her. But the moment she steps into his territory, everything goes wrong. Because the bond doesn’t choose him. It chooses his heirs. One twin wants her out of spite. One twin wants her but cannot claim her. The father wants nothing, until he wants everything. Father and sons are driven onto opposite sides, each pulled toward the same woman they should not want. Old wounds reopen and the pack begins to split from the inside out with Amaris at the center of the storm. She was never meant to belong to them all. Now none of them are willing to let her go. Three Alpha wolves. One forbidden bond.

She was sold to the man who wants her dead. Princess Liora Ashenbane wakes up in a golden cage, drugged, betrayed, and handed over to the Alpha King of the werewolves. Thessian Nightfang believes she murdered his mate and slaughtered his people. The evidence shows her face. The punishment is death. She has three weeks until the full moon to prove she’s innocent. Three weeks to survive his hatred. Three weeks to uncover the truth. Three weeks before the Alpha King rips her throat out. But the massacre wasn’t what it seemed, and Liora is the key to a conspiracy that could destroy both humans and werewolves. Enemies to lovers. Weak to strong. Golden cage. Alpha King with a broken heart. She falls for the man who swore to kill her. This is very dark.

"Do you know where you are?" "Who cares which hell I fall into!" Dakota responded coldly. "Do you know what I do with my enemies?" "You kill them and drink their blood!" Dakota never imagined attending her sister's engagement party would turn her life upside down. The man she loved twice, the mate she gave everything to, the father of the twins she nearly died birthing, is marrying her sister. Raising their son. Living the life he promised her. With her memories flooding back in devastating waves, Dakota does the only thing she can: she runs. Straight into enemy territory. Into the hands of Alpha Kade, the rival her pack has feared for years. He should kill her. Use her as leverage. Start a war. Instead, he offers her refuge. But when her mate comes demanding her return, claiming the bond can't be broken, Dakota faces an impossible choice: The man who destroyed her twice, or the enemy who's offering her a chance to destroy him back. Some loves are forbidden. Some are fatal. And some enemies... become everything.

"Forgive me, my soul," he said, knowing it was probably the last time he would see the love of his life. *** Simply put, King Agust is the devil in plain clothes. A raging Lycan with an unwavering desire to wipe out werewolves, he is the ultimate danger to a race whose only mistake is bearing the same blood as that of his father— a werewolf alpha who ruined him and left him consumed by hatred. Like a mad king, Agust has waged relentless wars to drive them into hiding. Until he meets Park. Ruler of Kiyoto, the last standing werewolf pack, Alpha Park is everything Agust despises yet cannot ignore. Fearless, defiant, powerful, and unforgiving, Park rejects Agust when he discovers they are mates. Agust takes it as a challenge. But when his Lycan army attacks Kiyoto without his approval, Agust burns them all, triggering a revolution. Even then, the only thing Agust cares for is the one man who makes him weak in the knees. Alpha Park. In the middle of the revolution, an enemy with a familiar face arises. Hidden in plain sight as Agust’s ‘twin,’ Alpha Ming Chang Zhu has only ever wanted one thing: to be Agust’s only choice. For years he’s stayed devoted to his ‘brother’s’ salvation. When he hears of Agust's mate, Chang Zhu sets course for Kiyoto to eliminate the obstacle standing between him and his greatest obsession. When the three lives collide in love, obsession, and vengeance, the mad Lycan king has to choose between the alpha who despises him and the one who would burn the world to have him. But is there truly a choice, when the king has always had his eyes on only one?

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE "Who knew that something so beautiful could come out of filth like Edmund?" He says, as he runs the backs of his fingers up and down my bare skin. Goosebumps spring up immediately. "Who would have imagined," he says slowly, savoring every word, "that something so exquisite could be born from a man as vile as your father." His eyes trace me with deliberate leisure, stripping, measuring. I felt skinned under his gaze. "A rapist," he continues lightly, as if reciting lines from a book. "A butcher of children. A coward who kills pregnant women and plunges his weapon into a friend's back." He stepped closer. Too close. "And yet," he murmurs, voice dropping, "he left this behind." His smile sharpened. I can't move. I can't breathe. "You should be grateful," he goes on, almost kindly. "If you had been born uglier, I would have killed you like the rest." A pause, then his hands on my cheek, gentle. "But beauty like yours," he adds, eyes darkening, "is worth breaking slowly." * What is worse than being rejected once? Being rejected two more times. Xira Valeen is a defective wolf who never thought she would get a mate. So when she is mated by one who only wants her for her birthright while his brother only wants her because she rises an uncontrollable hunger in him, she is doubtful. Then they reject her, she accepts quietly. Their enemy steps up and claims her as a mate just to use her against her former mates then he also rejects her. Three times she is rejected. Shunned and alone, Xira disappears and when she returns all three Alphas kneel before her, begging for forgiveness and swearing that they want and love only her. Hardened by their betrayal, she ignores them and joins the Mating Hunt, intent on finding the mate who can save her... However, the Moon goddess sure has a cruel sense of humor, or can this time be different?

In a world ruled by bloodlines and bound by prophecy, the strongest werewolves rise through ritual and power except those cast aside by fate. Cassandra comes from a disgraced family, cursed and rejected by wolves for generations. She is a nobody. Kael Stormborn was raised to be the savior of their kind. Groomed since birth to bind with the legendary Alpha wolf and stand against the awakening darkness, he is the heir to destiny itself: arrogant, confident, unstoppable. Everyone knows his fate—everyone, that is, except the wolf. When Cassandra enters the Hatchery, the legendary wolf makes a choice that no one expects: it chooses her. The world holds its breath as prophecy collides with reality, power with defiance, and destiny with desire. Together, Cassandra and Kael must navigate elemental forces, rival packs, and a darkness older than the world itself. And as the seals of an ancient evil begin to crack, they will discover that some bonds cannot be broken and some legends cannot be rewritten without consequences.

I am Alina Graves. My whole life I was taught to be invisible. Omega. Orphan. Servant. I scrubbed floors in Blackthorn Castle while the alphas feasted, and lowered my eyes when they passed by. I knew: survival meant silence. But on the night of the Blood Moon, fate decided otherwise. I was thrust into the sacred circle in place of the ailing bride. And the bond struck—like lightning to the chest. My mate is Kael Blackthorn, the future Alpha King, whose name is whispered with fear across all the lands of England. He did not want an omega on the throne. He publicly rejected me before the entire pack. Called me a mistake. The humiliation burned hotter than fire. But at night, he came. Claimed me as his. Secretly. Cruelly. Without choice. Now, every glance from him is a brand. Every order is a chain. Every whisper in the castle corridors hints that my blood hides an ancient power capable of destroying the entire kingdom. I was meant to remain broken. But if fate made a mistake in choosing me for him—I will make the world bleed for that mistake.

Aurelia Veylin thought she could survive anything until Alpha Ryker Shadowclaw claimed her as his mate. He is ruthless, dangerous, and he does not just want her body, he wants her heart. Enemies lurk in the shadows and secrets threaten everything she loves. When betrayal strikes closer than she ever imagined, Aurelia must fight to protect her heart or lose everything forever.

The sinful acts of humanity bring forth a great calamity upon themselves, or so they thought. Supernatural Emergence happened. Supernatural creatures start to come out of nowhere and forcefully claim half of the Earth and massacre any humans that cross their paths. All of them are too powerful, dozens of countries fall under their diabolic claws. Humanity was pushed against the corner. But things started to turn around when humanity began to awaken magical powers. Awakened is the name for those who awaken these powers blessed by the Gods, and they become the pillars of humanity. Rex Silverstar is a normal boy who has a traumatic experience. On the day of the Supernatural Emergence, a Werewolf takes everything he has. He lost his family and his home, left alone in this cruel world. What drives him to live every day is his deep hatred towards the Supernaturals. Joining the military in the hope of helping exterminate the Supernaturals from an early age, he found out that it's impossible to kill the Werewolf that was responsible for killing his parents without being an Awakened. On a fateful night, in a near-death experience, he's given a chance by the full moon. It was the turning point of his life. Obtaining a System that allows him to become stronger, having the potential to match and surpass the Supernaturals, Rex was ecstatic until he saw his stats window. "I'M NOT A WEREWOLF!!" "Daily quest failed, sanity stat has been decreased by 20%!" "Sanity stat is too low, you are unable to contain the blood moon blessing!" "Starting forceful transformation!" "WHAT?! I'm a human! What transformation?!" "You are overwhelmed with bloodlust!" ----- Join my discord: https://discord.gg/cg6a5sBkpJ Support me here: https://ko-fi.com/mrboogey13 ----- I do not own the cover of the book, if you made it and want to take it down just say so and I will immediately change it.

Within five minutes of the first time I met Chase Dubois, he fingered me in my Father's receiving room. My mother was five steps away. He shoved a nearby door open and pulled us inside. “Chase Dubois. Are you trying to take advantage of an innocent girl like me?” His amused eyes found mine. “Yes. I very much plan to, little princess.” He was gone as quickly as he came, leaving me disheveled and furious. Only later, when I saw him sitting calmly in his wheelchair, his eyes tired and cold, did I realize the terrifying truth: This is just a game to him! **** Alpha Chase, the rightful Lycan heir, is bound to a wheelchair and a political marriage. Tilly, a dragon princess, is forced to become his bride to save her dwindling kingdom. But the brutal, passionate alpha who visits her at night bears little resemblance to the quiet prince in the wheelchair during the day. As a coup brews and secrets ignite, Tilly must uncover which version of Chase Dubois is real—and which one is using her as a pawn in a deadly game for power.

No one talks about the Black Moon. They say children born beneath its ink-stained light are cosmic errors, mistakes corrected before their seventh winter. At eighteen, I am the error that lived. As the Alpha’s daughter, I should have been royalty. Instead, I am a ghost in my father’s house, treated like rot beneath the floorboards and never touched without heavy gloves. I have no wolf and no future—until the night I am rejected by my fated mate. When my heart breaks, the sky breaks with it. The moon turns black, lightning strikes, and a plague begins to destroy my pack from the inside out. The Priests’ verdict is simple: to save the wolves, the "curse" must be bled dry. Sentenced to death, I steal one final night of freedom in the neon haze of a forbidden club. There, I meet a dangerous stranger with a deal that tastes like sin and salvation. Yes, they called me a mistake. They called me a sacrifice. But when I return for the Bloodline rituals, the Goddess didn’t choose my sister to save the world. She chose me. Now, the Kings of wolves, mages, and vampires are coming for me; they all want a piece of the Black Luna to tip the scales of war. They think they can buy my blood, my presence, or my hand in marriage… They are wrong, because the shadow beneath my skin… is finally hungry. Excerpt: "You're a long way from the attic, little curse," he says, his voice a low, silk-wrapped growl. "I'm a few hours from an altar," I shoot back, my sassy edge finding its footing. "I figured I'd see what the world looks like before I'm bled dry for it." He leans down, his breath warm against my ear. "The Blood-Claw pack is foolish. They think they can solve a plague by killing the only thing the Goddess actually bothered to mark?” "They think I'm a mistake. Who are you to tell them otherwise?" He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his silver gaze pinning me in place. "I’m the Prince," he says, the title sounding like a threat. "And that’s enough.” He reaches out, his thumb grazing my jawline, tracing the path where my father’s hand usually leaves a bruise. I should flinch, but the shadow in my blood is purring at his touch. “I have a proposal, Iskera. If you go back alone, you die at dawn,” he whispers, his eyes darkening. "They’ll open your throat to appease a Goddess who isn't even listening. But if you go back as my property? If you wear my ring and carry my name?" He leans closer, his lips inches from mine, his scent of sandalwood and winter air filling my senses. "Not even your father would dare draw his knife against what belongs to me."

She died with his name on her lips and his hands around her throat. The evidence said she killed her own sister. The pack believed it. Her mate, Alpha Kael Blackwood, didn't just believe it—he sentenced her himself. The rejection burned through her bond like fire, but the silver chains? Those were cold. The execution was quiet. No witnesses. No one came to save her. When Elena opens her eyes, she's standing in a white dress. It's her wedding day. The same one where she first promised herself to a man who would eventually destroy her. The same sister who would betray her is adjusting her veil with smiling eyes. The same Alpha who will one day kill her is waiting at the altar. This time, she doesn't run. She doesn't cry. She smiles back and says I do. Because revenge tastes better when it's served cold—and Elena has learned to be very, very patient. She'll play the devoted Luna. She'll let her enemies think they've won. And when they least expect it, she'll take everything they built on her bones. What she doesn't know is that somewhere in the world, four powerful Alpha brothers have been searching for their lost sister for twenty years. What she doesn't know is that when they find her, the woman who was once the weakest Luna in Shadowfang will become the most untouchable queen the werewolf world has ever seen. And Alpha Kael Blackwood? He'll spend the rest of his life begging for a second chance he will never, ever receive.

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, an urge to mate slammed into Dexmon, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence. His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not.   ________________________ [Synopsis] Two Alphas. One impossible choice. A stranger saves Serena's life, and she returns the favor without knowing he's the Crown Prince of Drakenfell. Mate. He knows instantly. She has no idea. After a year in silver chains, her wolf is dead. At least, that's what she believes. But Dexmon is already betrothed to a princess who will murder to keep him. So he stays silent. Fin Shadowclaw, the youngest Alpha King in Skardos, can't take his eyes off her either. His wolf also says 'Mate' and he has no intention of walking away. Serena remains unaware, until someone tries to kill her. Fin catches it in time, and is forced to mark her to save her life. Right when his fangs are deep and Alpha venom flowing, a black wolf slams into him. He's knocked back, and watches as the wolf's fangs bite right over his mark. Serena wakes up to a fuming Alpha Prince, ready to re-mark his territory as many times as it takes. And a possessive Alpha King who's already decided nothing will pull her away from him. Two marks. One girl. And a war that has nothing to do with territory. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. ________________________ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubcon, abuse, SMUT, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised.  Tags: fated mate, war, royal family, betrayal, shifter, queen, underestimated, alpha king, luna Discord: https://discord.gg/JR2yGgKNq8

This is a story for the hopeless romantics who crave more than just love… but destiny, danger, and a touch of the forbidden. At its heart is a striking redhead with piercing blue eyes, a woman caught between two men: the one she thought she lost forever, and the one who now holds her heart. But this is no ordinary love triangle. It is a tale woven with the remnants of ancient races long thought extinct, the Nosferatu, the Lycans, the Elves, and the Dwarves. Beneath the surface of kingdoms and courtship lies a brewing storm of rebellion, bloodshed, and a fight for freedom. In a world where loyalty to one’s people clashes with the desires of the heart, every choice comes at a cost. Cursed with immortality through endless rebirth, she has wandered through lifetimes burdened by memory and loss, searching for a way to break the cycle and finally rest. To protect herself, she keeps her heart locked away… until she meets a kind, gentle man who teaches her how to love again, only for fate to cruelly take him from her. Forced to carry that grief into yet another life, she resigns herself to loneliness. Until she meets him. A man bound by the same curse. A man who understands her. A man who dares to make her believe in love again. But what happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When her first love returns, alive and changed, just as she begins to move on? And what happens when she discovers that her curse is not a curse at all… but the truth of what she really is? As secrets unravel and identities are revealed, she must choose between love and duty, past and present, heart and destiny. And this time, the choice may cost her everything. Content Notes • Contains explicit romantic scenes • Themes of love triangles and emotional conflict (with a touch of reverse harem dynamics) • Includes violence, bloodshed, and death • Set in a medieval-inspired world (yes, soap exists) • Contains mature language ⸻ Excerpt “I’m tired of this existence,” Melissa murmured, her voice barely louder than the dying embers in the hearth. “I don’t want to live forever. I just want it to end… to finally stay dead.” Elric stepped closer, his gaze soft but unyielding. He lifted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. “And if you leave,” he asked quietly, “who will I spend eternity with?” Melissa pulled away, the cold air rushing to meet her bare skin as she moved toward the window. The night wrapped around her like an old companion, indifferent and endless. “You’ll learn to live without me, Your Majesty,” she said, her tone distant. Behind her, Elric closed the space between them once more, his arms encircling her, warmth against the chill. “Is a life like this not worth it,” he murmured, “if you live it with someone you love?” Melissa’s expression hardened, her eyes reflecting something far older than sorrow. “Love is meaningless without an ending,” she replied. “Even vows are built on it… till death do us part.”