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"Three worlds. One forbidden bond. A love that could ignite war." Selene Rhea was born a witch, sworn to her coven’s laws. She never asked for the fire that surged in her veins, or the fate that tied her to two sworn enemies: Rowan, a feral wolf bound by loyalty and rage, and Lucien, a vampire prince wrapped in shadow and hunger. Drawn together by an unbreakable bond, the three of them ignite a passion that is as dangerous as it is irresistible. Their nights burn with desire, their days thrum with power, and their bond becomes more than love — it becomes a storm. But forbidden love has a price. When wolves, witches, and vampires rise to tear them apart, Selene must embrace the terrifying truth: she is no longer just a witch. She is axis — the center of a bond that could either remake the world or burn it to ash. Blood will fall. Desire will consume. And war will begin.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?