Book 1: Chapter 71

Genevieve parked her black BMW in front of the castle and climbed down. She knows Edward would be mad to see her uninvited but she can’t do it anymore, she can’t pretend like she was happy by staying away. She has gone over it last night and she played her plan in mind as she walked up to the front door.

She would tell him that she would reject her mate as soon as possible if only he would take her. He has to take her, he has no one. She had been listening since the blood moon night to know if he had found his mate but nothing of that news came to pass since it would have been a happy feast if the prince was to find his long-lost mate.

She pushed open the door and her eyes became vigilant immediately as she perceived the one scent, the one scent she has hated all her life. Rusty smell. Her claws elongated as she stepped into the living room, her nose sniffing around, trying to find where the smell was coming from.

Aliyah walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of ho