Three-thousand-year-old Varcolac, Jason Chase, discovered that his true mate, Morgan Freeman, isn’t human. In fact, she is far more mysterious and he has no idea in which supernatural race she belongs. Worst of all…. she has left him to return to the ships without knowing what he truly is, or that she is his true mate.

Twenty-five-year-old Morgan Freeman know she is special but has no idea what she is. She can understand any language by just wishing to, and she has this nick to teleport whenever she feels threatened. She also knows that it’s not the only two things that she can do. 

A vampire coven wants her to be part of the immortal race. On the other side the love of her life wants to steal her abilities. What does a girl have to do to find her “happily ever after?”

Will Jason ever find Morgan to explain what he really is and what Morgan truly means to him?  Will Morgan ever give him the time to hear him out?



I couldn’t believe that I was standing in front of another cruise ship. The Orion.

Getting back onboard wasn’t that easy. I missed my return date by almost a contract and a half, not to mention how difficult the past few months had been. I had to learn how to walk again, how to become a person again. 

I still had nightmares of Asim and his coven. My time with them was not an experience I wanted to relive, but the terrors made them feel so real. Like I was back there with him again. The worst part was, I couldn’t talk to anyone about them, not without putting their lives in jeopardy, real danger.

Dr. Peters tried though. He knew about her, the other me in my dreams, how real she was to me, but it was hard opening up to him without revealing the truth about what had really happened to me.

Getting back onboard a cruise liner took hard work, but it was fairly easy to get another letter of employment. 

I was assigned to the same ship I would’ve joined nine months ago.

They gave me a server position again, and not a busser like my first contract.

When I left that dark and lonely place Jason kept me in, I found my way back to Christa and John.

The look on both their faces when they found me was pure shock, but not unexpected.

Christa was upset with my mother for never telling me and confirmed everything that mom had said to me while I was almost dying.

They helped me to get better, took me for physio and done more tests since my body was busy waking up.

The doctor confirmed that my system still had traces of a drug that he had never seen before and would like to know more about it. He said that if I had gotten more of it in my system, I would’ve been a vegetable for the rest of my life. He was truly fascinated, in a horrified way, about it. It made him wonder about a lot of things in his career. 

Christa was another story though. 

She was petrified, obviously knowing the truth about everything that was hiding around us.

She was so upset with this new world and their unforgiving nature toward humans, and not to mention her anger toward Jason for letting all of this happened to me.

She didn’t take the news that he wasn’t human either, too well.

We fought about the fact that I wanted to go back, but I was no damsel in distress. My mom, and now Christa, said the same thing. I was far from a damsel in distress. I knew that I was something else. Maybe not even human. I just didn’t know.

“You are human!” Christa yelled as I voiced it one day. “You have a heartbeat and a kind soul, your mother and father were both human, Morgan. You are not a monster.”

“I have abilities Christa. The last time I heard about humans having abilities they were fictional and not real. This is not real. I belong in their world, I just don’t know where. Are you sure my mom was a human?”

“Of course she was. She was petrified whatever was happening to you, Morgan.”

“My dad?”

“He was a cop, they shot him, he died. Do you think that if he was anything else but human he wouldn’t have been able to stop his own death.”

“Then what am I?”

“You are special,” she touched my cheek. “That is all?”

I stared at her for a long time with tears blurring my sight. I wiped them away vigorously.

“What’s with that bracelet?” Christa asked.

I shook my head.

I’d looked at it so many times. It was beautiful. Had charms around it. One charm was a wolf, I thought it represented my brother. Another looked like a silver vampire fang, then there was a heart that I think was made out of diamonds, and the last one was two hands holding some sort of a stone that was round. They were all hanging from a silver bracelet. I had tried to get it off so many times but it didn’t want to budge. There was no clasp.

I remembered Jason putting it on, but I hadn’t seen how he had done it.

“Do you think those are real diamonds?”

“Christa, I don’t know.”

“Morgan,” she sighed. “Do you feel different? Have you experienced anything else aside from teleportation?”

I nodded. “There is this weird thing I can do with languages.”

“What weird thing?”

“When I don’t understand and really want to, it turns into English.”


I pushed myself up from the couch, clutching my cane. I needed to walk.

“Morgan just rest for another few minutes please.

“I don’t have time for any of this, I need to use my legs, I need my mobility.”

“You need to rest, you have been practicing enough for today.”

“You have no idea how long I couldn’t do anything, Christa. I can’t go back to having that helpless and hopeless feeling, please, just help me.”

She looked at me, worried. Finally, she nodded. I continued working on getting back in shape. 

John had tried so hard to help me too, to find out if there was another person like me out there. One that had multiple abilities, but so far the closest he came to anything was a Native American website with rituals and beliefs posted on it. On it, there was an entity mentioned that had abilities, a lot of abilities like me, but its form wasn’t human. It could turn into anything.

“You are not an entity, for crying out loud. You were born, Morgan, not conjured.”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just the modified version of whatever that thing is, Christa.”

“You are not a thing. Stop saying that.”

She stormed out of the house.

John just sat there and sighed. He couldn’t even look at me, and I was sure his heartbeat was faster when I was near him.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

He turned around and looked at me for the first time in a long time. A furrow pulling at his eyebrows. And then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, before shaking his head. “I’m not scared of you, Morgan. I’m scared for you and I’m terrified about what the vampires might do if they find you.”

“They are not that fast.” I joked and the side of his lips curved slightly.

“You need to stay close so that we can help you with all of this, Morgan.”

“Did you know the stuff that Christa knew?”

He shook his head. “I knew your mother was crazy at that stage, when you and Collin disappeared…” he shook his head. “We searched five days for you. I  led the search party Morgan and when you returned, Christa refused to talk to me about what had happened. I knew Collin was going through something tough and he too wasn’t making much sense whenever he talked about it, but now the gibberish that he said is finally makes sense.”

“I was so little, and he…” 

“Was little too. He did love you Morgan, he was worried about you before he disappeared.”

I huffed. “I think he told the wolves about me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“When I was captured, there was this girl. Henriette,” I said. “She was werewolf material, could see things but hadn’t been changed yet. The vampires had captured her too and she was so sure that the werewolves would come to her rescue. When I told her that Collin was my brother, she knew exactly who I was.”

John smiled. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he had been keeping tabs on you, watching from a distance to know if you were okay.”

I laughed. “A werewolf in South Africa? I doubt it.”

He laughed.

“He loved you Morgan.”

“We are never going to see him again, are we?” Tears filled my eyes.

“I don’t think so.”

That wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. He was still my brother. The only blood I had left.

“Morgan, are you sure this is where you want to be?” Belatar said, bringing me back to the present and out of my recollections.

I nodded and smiled. I had met him yesterday morning. I had teleported back to the US the night before and checked into the Ramada hotel that the head office had booked for the crew and staff members who were signing on for this contract.

I had to get a new passport and visa because Jason had my old ones. 

Yesterday morning I had found Belatar sitting in the breakfast area. He was so shocked to see me and asked me where Jason was. When I dabbed tears away and told him it hadn’t worked out, we were just too different, which was a lie, and at the same time not, he knew that Jason wasn’t accompanying me. 

I begged him to just keep our relationship a secret. I didn’t want anyone else to know that we had had something going on. Especially now that I knew he never loved me but only wanted me for my abilities. To fulfill his prophecy.

I huffed and kept looking over my shoulder. None of this felt right. It felt as if I was putting so many people’s lives in danger, or maybe I was hoping to see my brother somewhere in the distance after John suggested that he might be keeping tabs on me. I would give anything to see him again, anything.

Jason and Dom had distracted me from all of this before. They were so beautiful and now I knew why. They were not human. Supernatural looks were hard to ignore, hard not to get pulled in by.

I also realized now what he meant by saying he thought I was better off without him.

Because he wasn’t human.

What had changed his mind?

I still had nightmares, still smelled Asim’s sickening sweet odor, but I was handling it better because of my teleportation ability. I knew that I could get out of gritty situations unlike other people. I had discovered in the past few months that it didn’t matter where I teleported to. The world was my playground.

If danger came near, I would just go poof to safety. But others around me might not be so lucky.

It felt as if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.