Saturday arrived, and Alex, fully embracing his role as a carefree teenager, decided to dedicate the morning to the sacred art of doing absolutely nothing — lounging on the couch with Alice and Lucina in his arms.

However, Lucina apparently had her own plans. Every weekend morning for her began with a mandatory ritual — a hot bath where she could stretch, relax, and enjoy peace. Still, she stayed beside Alex until ten, deciding to indulge in a bit of “lazy pleasure” first — lying with him like a cat refusing to move until the world starts revolving around her.

When Lucina finally went to take her bath, only Alex and Alice remained in the room. The girl made herself comfortable, using Alex as a living pillow. He lay on his back while she, wrapping her legs around his, rested her head on his chest. From the bathroom came a soft melody — Lucina was humming to herself, carefree, as the hot water relaxed her body.

Alex had a free day ahead: no urgent business except meeting Samantha at the airport and visiting the Cullens to witness the awkward yet amusing introduction between Bella, Carlisle, and Esme.

Alice, meanwhile, wasn’t planning to waste the moment. From time to time, she kissed Alex on the cheek, and when he turned his head toward her, she’d grin mischievously and poke his nose, giggling. Alex just chuckled — he loved that playful, genuine energy of hers. There was something irresistibly charming about Alice: one day she could be a sweet, cuddly girl, and the next she’d run around the house in panic because “her purse vanished,” only to realize she’d handed it to Alex herself.

Catching his thoughtful gaze, Alice narrowed her eyes slightly — as if she sensed he was thinking something “naughty” about her. The next moment, she grabbed his cheeks and stretched them apart, showing him her “great revenge.” Alex endured it with a straight face, then turned his head toward the clock on the nightstand. Three and a half hours left until Samantha’s arrival. He sighed — when there’s nothing to do, time drags painfully slow.

A few minutes later, Alice finally settled down and, purring contentedly, climbed fully on top of him, resting her chin on her folded hands. Her legs swung lazily in the air as she gazed at his face with a warm smile.

Alex smiled back, grabbed her cheeks, and started stretching them in return — payback for all the suffering. Alice burst out laughing, trying to fend him off, but he didn’t stop and soon launched a full-on tickle attack.

The room filled with laughter. Alice wriggled, desperately trying to escape, but Alex, the true Demon King, was relentless.

Just then, Lucina emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She stopped in the doorway, shaking her head with an amused smile at the chaos before her. After a long week of classes, a hot bath really helped her unwind — and this scene only made her mood even better.

By the time Lucina changed into her home clothes, Alex and Alice had stopped tickling each other and were now fiercely fighting for “territory” on the couch.

“This couch belongs to me!” declared Alice, kneeling on the cushions. “I’m the Queen who will defeat the Demon King and save the world!”

“Foolish mortal,” Alex said darkly, playing along. “I will conquer the world starting with this couch — and take you as my bride!”

Their battle for “power” ended unexpectedly. Lucina approached the couch, squinted, and with one casual push to Alex’s back, sent both of them tumbling to the floor.

“Looks like I’m the queen of the whole world now,” she said triumphantly, sitting in the middle of the couch and drying her hair with a towel.

Alice, sitting on the floor and rubbing her sore backside, protested,

“Lucina, that’s not fair! I thought we were friends! You stabbed me in the back!”

Alex clutched his chest dramatically and added,

“My love… I thought you loved me… but you used me for the throne! My heart is broken! I… I’m dying… blegh…”

He collapsed to the floor theatrically, a stream of “blood” — obviously fake but impressively realistic — running from his mouth. Lucina struggled to hold back laughter, while Alice dropped to her knees beside him, squeezing out a couple of fake tears.

“How could you leave me?! You promised we’d always be together! NOOOOO!”

Lucina covered her face with her hands, unable to hold it in any longer, doing her best not to laugh at such a “tragic” moment. Alex, still pretending to be dead, also struggled to keep a straight face. Alice’s performance as the grieving widow was so convincing that even he almost burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, the girls who were watching the livestream from home — since everyone knew Alex’s mornings were usually uneventful — suddenly stared at their screens as if they were witnessing the most dramatic soap opera of their lives. Some even got emotional and shed a few tears, cursing Lucina in the family group chat as “the main villainess of the tragedy.”

But when Alice let out a few more dramatic “NOOOOOOO!”, Alex finally lost it. Laughter burst out of him uncontrollably — loud, contagious, and genuine. Alice immediately stopped crying and started laughing too, and Lucina, seeing the whole scene turn into a farce, couldn’t hold back and joined in as well.

Getting up from the floor, Alex wiped the “fake blood” from his lips and shot Lucina a meaningful look. It clearly said: “Revenge will be swift.” Lucina, catching the hint, flashed an innocent smile, but that didn’t save her — Alex jumped forward in one smooth motion and grabbed her before she could escape.

“Ah! You idiot! Let me go! It tickles! Hahaha!” Lucina screamed, squirming in his arms.

“That’s for betraying us!” Alice shouted triumphantly, jumping onto the couch and grabbing Lucina’s leg, joining the “attack.”

A few minutes later, the “victim” was lying on the couch with messy hair and clothes, breathing heavily and glaring at her tormentors in mock outrage. Alex and Alice sat nearby, grinning and exchanging smug looks.

“Well, did you have your fun?” Lucina drawled, narrowing her eyes slightly. Then she raised her leg and tried to push Alex off the couch, but he dodged, caught her, and pulled her into his arms. Now she was the one trapped.

“Gotcha,” Alex said with a satisfied smile.

Lucina didn’t hesitate to counterattack — she grabbed his cheeks and stretched them in opposite directions, then even gave one a playful bite.

“That’s for everything!” she declared, trying to sound threatening, but the laughter in her voice gave her away.

Alex just smiled, gently ran his hand through her hair, and lay back down on the couch. Both girls soon made themselves comfortable on his chest.

To chase away the creeping boredom, Alice picked up the remote and turned on the first movie she found on TV. Time passed unnoticed, and when the movie ended, the clock already showed noon — only an hour and a half left before Samantha’s arrival.

Alex turned to the girls.

“So, are you coming with me to the airport, or heading straight to the Cullens’?”

Lucina and Alice exchanged a glance and answered in unison:

“Nope. You go greet Samantha yourself. We’re going to watch Bella blush in front of Carlisle and Esme.”

Alex looked at them with an empty, almost tragic expression. Betrayal! But the girls just burst out laughing, kissed him on both cheeks, and fled the couch together.

He sighed, smiled, and decided not to argue. After lying there for a few more minutes, he finally got up. Half an hour later, he stretched, stood, and used magic to change his outfit — a black cloak, trousers, T-shirt, and boots. Classic.

“Now that’s way cooler,” Alice said, brushing his hair back. “With that look, you’ll knock Samantha off her feet for sure.”

Alice and Lucina were also getting ready to leave — heading to the Cullens’ house, of course, so they wouldn’t miss “the best part.”

When the trio stepped outside, they spotted Charlie, Bella, and Edward. Edward was explaining to Charlie where he planned to take Bella, while Charlie, though more relaxed these days, still held a shotgun out of old habit.

When they saw Alex and the girls, all three turned toward them. Alex waved in greeting. Charlie nodded with a friendly smile — after all, it was thanks to Alex that he had mended his relationship with his daughter. Edward returned the gesture, but Bella looked at Alex as if she were staring at the main villain of her romantic life.

Seeing Bella’s look, Alex couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Being a child at heart trapped in the body of a mad adult, he did the only thing he could — he stuck out his tongue at her. Bella froze, completely thrown off and unsure how to even respond to such a gesture.

Chuckling, Alex got into the Impala under Bella’s stunned gaze. Lucina and Alice, exchanging mischievous grins, settled into Alice’s red Porsche — a car she hadn’t driven in ages, since they’d all been riding to school with Alex ever since the move.

As he drove past Bella’s house, Alex caught her gaze again and, unable to resist, stuck his tongue out once more before stepping on the gas. The last thing he heard was Bella’s indignant shout:

“He’s such a jerk!”

Alex laughed so hard that even the rearview mirror rattled. His mood was excellent.

He drove down the road with his hand hanging out the window, enjoying the rush of wind and humming along to the music blasting from the speakers:

“Show me the Champion of Light, I’ll show you the Herald of Darkness, Lost in a never-ending night, Diving deep to the surface…”

He nodded to the rhythm, a grin tugging at his lips, driving straight ahead — toward Samantha… and yet another round of chaos.

Alex didn’t care at all about the curious stares from drivers in neighboring cars as he waited at a red light. He was in a great mood today, and as usual, couldn’t care less what anyone thought. When the light turned green, he pressed the gas pedal and continued on, still humming along with the song.

When he finally reached the airport, Alex parked the Impala and, before getting out, grabbed a sign from the passenger seat — one he’d prepared in advance, filled with a couple of funny phrases. It was his first time meeting someone at an airport, and he’d always wanted to recreate that scene from the movies where someone greets a loved one holding a sign.

Satisfied that the message looked amusing enough, he stepped out of the car and headed into the terminal. Inside, he first approached the information desk to find out where the arriving flight would land. After getting directions, he made his way to the right terminal and checked his phone — the flight was due to arrive in about thirty minutes. He found an empty seat in the waiting area, sat down comfortably, and pulled a pair of earphones from his coat pocket to pass the time.

While Alex waited for Samantha, the girl herself was already on the plane, which was preparing to land soon. She sat by the window, resting her head against the cold glass as thoughts swirled through her mind. One night had changed her life completely — and surprisingly, she didn’t regret it. But what lingered most in her mind was the conversation with her parents before the flight.

That was when she learned a family secret kept hidden for decades — the disappearance of her maternal grandfather. Her mother had told her that he vanished when she was still a child, leaving behind only a small wooden box, the very one Samantha now held in her hands.

She studied it curiously, remembering that conversation. The box was rectangular, about the size of a small book, made of polished walnut and trimmed with silvery metal along the edges. On the lid, a six-pointed star was engraved — two interlocking triangles within a circle. Faded symbols ran along the sides, their language long forgotten. It wasn’t just a box — it was a mystery waiting to be solved.

But Samantha didn’t have the time or the means to figure it out, so she decided to show it to Alex. After all, if anyone could make sense of something this mysterious, it was her boyfriend — the Demon King himself.

“I wonder what’s inside this thing,” she murmured, turning the box over in her hands.

Thoughts of the upcoming meeting with Alex made her smile. They hadn’t seen each other for a whole week since parting ways at the hospital, and now she couldn’t wait to see him in person, not just through a screen.

Samantha fully understood that her life would never be the same again. She now had to stay away from ordinary friends — as her father had said, once you encounter the supernatural world, you can never turn away from it. And with their family history, encounters with monsters were only a matter of time.

When she asked her father how he had managed to avoid this fate, he only gave her a look of someone who had never truly left that world. Samantha then recalled the conversation between Alex and the old hunter Jack — about how only a few hunters die peacefully in their beds of old age.

She sighed, staring out the airplane window, and glanced again at the box in her hands. The plane shuddered slightly as the pilot announced the start of the descent. Samantha gripped the mysterious relic tighter, eagerly anticipating the meeting with the one who might shed light on all these secrets.

When a soft voice from the speakers informed passengers of the landing and asked them to fasten their seatbelts, Samantha tucked the box into her pocket and smiled. Her heart beat faster — she was about to see Alex again.

The plane touched down gently, the wheels humming, and soon passengers began standing up, collecting their luggage. Samantha grabbed her bag and, unable to hide her excitement, headed toward the exit. Her face wore a smile — a mix of nervous anticipation and delight.

As soon as she stepped into the arrivals hall, she began scanning for Alex, Alice, and Lucina, assuming all three had come to meet her. Spotting Alex, however, was easier than expected — even in the crowd, he stood out. Tall, with his usual confident posture, and… holding a pink sign above his head, with her name written in large letters surrounded by countless drawn hearts.

Samantha froze for a moment, both stunned and embarrassed, but laughter escaped her before she could stop it. She didn’t care that Alex had drawn attention to himself — on the contrary, his shamelessness only melted her heart even more. She tightened her grip on the suitcase handle and hurried toward him.

A few steps from Alex, she dropped her luggage and threw herself into his arms. Alex caught her, holding her just as tightly as she held him. Samantha lifted her head and, without hesitation, kissed him on the lips.

“Where are Lucina and Alice?” she asked, smiling when she pulled back.

“They decided to stop by Alice’s family,” Alex replied, not letting go of her. “They want to watch the awkward show.”

“Awkward show?” Samantha tilted her head slightly.

“Edward is introducing Bella to his adoptive parents today. Knowing Bella, it’s going to be a disaster — awkwardness at an apocalypse level,” Alex smirked.

“Judging by what Alice wrote, you’re probably right,” Samantha giggled.

“And how did your parents react to your move?” Alex asked, leaning slightly toward her.

“That’s… better discussed in the car,” Samantha replied softly, a slightly embarrassed smile on her lips. “I have a lot to tell you. A lot.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, catching the note of seriousness in her voice, but remained silent. Nodding, he grabbed her suitcase and led the way, holding her hand with his other.

As they walked through the parking lot, Samantha talked about what had happened with her friends over the past week — things she hadn’t mentioned in their messages. Alex listened quietly, occasionally nodding. It didn’t surprise him that, after the nightmare on Blackwood Mountain, it had been hard on all of them.

Jessica, for example, had suffered the most — after the Wendigo had kidnapped her and left her alone in the dark shaft, she still feared the dark. Fortunately, Mike had stayed by her side, never leaving her alone, supporting her even when nightmares tormented her.

Chris, on the other hand, had thrown himself completely into studying the supernatural world. Ashley had tried to stop him, but without success. Alex sighed heavily when he heard this.

“Tell him from me not to poke around in that crap,” he said calmly. “The deeper he goes, the worse it’s going to end.”

When they reached the Impala, Alex opened the trunk, placed Samantha’s suitcase inside, and got behind the wheel. The engine purred to life, and they drove out of the parking lot, heading toward Forks.

On the highway, Alex slowed down a bit so Samantha could enjoy the view of the dense forest stretching along the road. She cracked open the window, inhaled the fresh pine-scented air, and smiled faintly. Here, next to Alex, she felt at ease. Even the thought of monsters lurking in the shadows of the forest didn’t scare her.

“So,” Alex said, glancing at her briefly, “what did you want to tell me?”

Samantha looked at him, then pulled the same box from her pocket, its surface faintly shimmering in the sunlight.

“Do you know what this is?” she asked quietly.

When Alex saw the box, his eyes widened for a moment — so much so that he reflexively jerked the steering wheel, but quickly corrected it and carefully pulled over to the side. He stared at the object in Samantha’s hands for several seconds, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Taking the box, Alex felt a slight chill run through his fingers. He knew what it was. Knew it all too well. But one thing truly surprised him — how this relic had ended up with Samantha at all.

“Sammy… where did you get this box?” he asked, still not looking away, his voice full of genuine astonishment.

“My mom gave it to me,” Samantha replied, smiling a little sheepishly. “She said she got it from my grandfather when she was a child. And now she decided it was time to pass it on to me.”

“Did she say what exactly this box is connected to?” Alex asked, frowning slightly.

“Yes. Mom said that Grandpa often claimed he was a member of some secret organization called the Men of Letters. And before he disappeared, he left this very box,” Samantha explained, telling how the box had ended up in her hands.

Alex whistled softly and shook his head.

“Didn’t see that coming. I thought almost all Men of Letters heirs in America were long dead. As far as I know, only two remain… but apparently not.”

“I think I get what you mean,” Samantha said, furrowing her brows. “But I still couldn’t open it. No matter what I tried — nothing works.”

“Because this isn’t just a box,” Alex smirked, turning it over in his hands. “It’s a puzzle. Every member of the Men of Letters was obsessed with secrets, symbols, riddles, and their maniacal pursuit of knowledge. But in 1958, almost all of them were wiped out by a demoness named Abaddon. And your grandfather was among those who died. He didn’t abandon your mother — he died fulfilling his duty. And inside…” Alex pressed a barely visible pattern on the side, and with a quiet click, the mechanism activated. The lid opened. “…is the key to the Men of Letters bunker.”

He pulled out the key — black, antique, with the organization’s symbol engraved on the head.

Samantha stared at it, mesmerized.

“It’s so… simple,” she whispered.

Alex grinned, spinning the key between his fingers. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

Now, if I ever run into the Winchesters — no need to lie. I have the real key. The thrill inside him was so strong that he couldn’t resist and unexpectedly kissed Samantha.

When they pulled back, Alex was still smiling.

“And how did your father react to all this?” he asked.

Samantha sighed, lowering her gaze.

“That’s a complicated question… Turns out, Dad used to be a hunter. Actually — his whole family were hunters. But after he married Mom, he decided to quit. He wanted a normal life. I remember as a kid, wondering why he had a gun in the house, or why he always picked me up from friends’ houses late at night. Now I understand — he was just afraid I’d accidentally encounter something… not from this world. But in the end, I did anyway.”

Alex blinked, slightly agape.

“Well, that’s a twist…” he murmured.

Of course, he knew Samantha was kind, determined, and wouldn’t abandon her friends in trouble. But for her to have a double legacy — hunters and Men of Letters — that was something only the Winchesters ever had. Then Alex remembered that this universe was now mixed up, and perhaps such coincidences were just part of the new reality.

To confirm her words, Samantha pulled an old journal from her backpack.

“This is Dad’s,” she said.

Alex took it carefully, flipped through a few pages, and a look of astonishment crossed his face.

“He knew John Winchester… and Bobby,” Alex said, looking up.

Samantha nodded.

“Yes, but he never talked about it. Only that the hunter’s life made him paranoid. And if it weren’t for Mom, he probably would have lived in fear, checking the closet every night as if someone were hiding there.”

Alex closed the journal and looked at her seriously.

“So, my dear Samantha, will you accept this legacy? Or do you want at least a half-normal life?”

Samantha smiled and took his hand.

“After everything that’s happened… and after who my boyfriend is now — what normal life could I even hope for? I want to help. I want to learn everything I can. Even if I don’t know anything yet.”

Alex chuckled softly and squeezed her fingers.

“Then it’s settled, my love. I’ll teach you everything — from hunting to defense. And who would have thought it all would start with one old box.”

Samantha just smiled at Alex’s words — she still wanted to help him in any way she could with his work. But having learned about her legacy and after Alex’s explanations, she understood that sooner or later she would inevitably face the supernatural, given her family background.

Before returning the Men of Letters bunker key, Alex made three more copies — one for himself, and he decided to give the other two to Lucina and Alice. Then he took out a small box he had prepared specially for Samantha.

When she saw the ring in his hands, her eyes widened, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She realized that sooner or later she would receive her own ring — just like the other girls she had interacted with in the family chat. Samantha reached out to Alex, slightly embarrassed. After all, like any girl, she dreamed that her boyfriend would be the one to place the ring on her finger.

Alex smiled, took her hand, and carefully slipped the ring onto her ring finger. At that moment, Samantha literally radiated joy — especially knowing that Alex had made the ring by hand, specially for her. There was no other like it.

While she admired the ring, resisting the urge to show it off to her friends, Alex began explaining the artifact’s functions. Samantha listened eagerly, even though she already knew much of it. When he finished, she carefully placed the key back in the box and stored it in her personal inventory.

Realizing how convenient the spatial storage was, Samantha sighed lightly with a hint of regret: it was a shame she had received the ring so late — she could have moved all her things at once instead of being limited to one suitcase and waiting for her parents to send the rest by mail.

Starting the engine again, Alex drove onto the road, heading toward Forks. First, he wanted to stop by her house so Samantha could drop off her things and, if she wished, change clothes.

As they approached the house, Alex noticed Jacob entering to see Bella. It turned out she wasn’t home. Holding back a laugh, Alex watched as Jacob looked like a lost puppy while Charlie explained that Bella had gone on a date with Edward.

Samantha couldn’t help but smile too — Alice had already detailed all these romantic dramas in the family chat. She found the strange triangle between Bella, Edward, and Jacob particularly amusing.

Parking the car by the house, Alex took Samantha’s suitcase and led her inside.

“Here’s your new home. Oh, and almost forgot — I don’t think you should go down to the basement,” Alex said, glancing at her.

“I know,” Samantha replied with a slight smile. “Alice already explained that you keep a demon… or demons, down there. Honestly, I’ve lost count of how many there were.”

“For now, just one. The others… let’s just say they weren’t fortunate enough to give me the answers I wanted,” Alex said calmly, thoughtfully stroking his chin. “I guess I don’t need to explain that demons aren’t to be pitied?”

“That was explained to me too. I told you — Lucina and Alice told me everything. And the other girls in the family chat repeatedly warned me not to go down yet. Demons can possess humans, so they look like normal people,” Samantha said, showing her phone with the chat messages.

Alex nodded and led her upstairs so she could unpack her things.

Climbing upstairs, Samantha pointed to the second room, but Alex just grimaced and explained who lived there and why there was noise coming from it. Nodding, Samantha headed to her own room — the one she would be sharing with Alex, Lucina, and Alice.

While she unpacked her things, Alex sent a message to the girls, explaining that he had already picked up Samantha and that they would come over as soon as she finished and changed. However, he didn’t mention her legacy — he wanted to tell them in person to see their reaction.

During the chat, Alex felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw that Samantha had already changed, and he hadn’t even noticed when.

“Ready?” Alex asked, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Yes,” she replied with a soft smile. “I didn’t bring many things. The rest my parents will send by mail. So for now, I only have one suitcase.”

Alex nodded and got up from the couch, taking Samantha’s hand to go downstairs and head to the Cullen family.

Once in the Impala, they drove onto the road. Alex rolled down the window and lit a cigarette, enjoying a brief moment of quiet.

“What do I need to know about vampires?” Samantha asked, glancing at him with curiosity.

“Actually, not much,” Alex replied with a slight smile, flicking ash out the window. “They’re really sweet and kind. Everything you’ve seen in movies is complete nonsense. After I tweaked their bodies a bit, they’re basically no different from humans. They can eat regular food, though sometimes they still need to drink blood. But yes, they still sparkle in the sun like walking disco balls. You’ll make friends with them easily. Carlisle and Esme — the heads of the family — you’ve already heard of them. I think Alice told you everything you need to know. Well… you might have to get used to Emmett’s silly jokes. But overall, it’s just a normal family, even if they are vampires.”

“Alice really did tell me a lot,” Samantha smiled. “I just wanted to clarify. Though you forgot to mention that you like making silly jokes with Emmett too. Alice explained in detail how you both walked around school with bunny ears and added ‘peko’ to every word.”

Alex laughed.

“The main thing is, it was fun! School without that would be pure boredom. But if you keep being so clever, you might have to go there yourself, even if you already graduated.”

“Hm, I’ll think about it,” Samantha replied with a smile, leaning on his shoulder. “Though a few months back in school… I’m not sure if it’s worth it. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind going back for a bit.”

Alex just smirked. He had no intention of forcing Samantha to go back to school — she could decide for herself. If she wanted to dive back into school life, he would happily help her get the paperwork in order.

Arriving at the Cullen house, Samantha peeked out the window and couldn’t hide her admiration. The house looked luxurious yet cozy at the same time. She quickly realized that an immortal family living for decades could easily afford such a place.

Alex parked the Impala next to Alice’s red Porsche and turned off the engine. Stepping out, he took Samantha’s hand as she looked around with interest — the fresh air, tall trees, and the quiet, serene atmosphere.

“I’d love to live in a place like this too,” she murmured in awe.

“We can think about that,” Alex smirked as he approached the door.

He didn’t even knock — he just opened the door. And as soon as they stepped inside, Alice dashed out of the living room. Alex held out his arms, ready to catch her, but she zipped past him with a joyful squeal, hugging Samantha and speaking at machine-gun speed.

Lucina appeared right after. Alex reached out again, but like Alice, she passed by him and went straight to Samantha. Emmett peeked out from the living room, pointing at Alex and laughing loudly.

Alex clicked his tongue and, unable to hide his smile, followed the girls.

In the living room, he noticed that Edward and Bella weren’t there yet.

“Everyone, meet Samantha!” Alice shouted excitedly, introducing her.

“Hi, everyone,” Samantha said, slightly embarrassed, waving her hand.

“Don’t be so shy,” Emmett smirked. “When you hugged Alex in just a towel, you didn’t seem this bashful.”

Rosalie immediately gave her husband a playful nudge.

“Don’t listen to him — he’s an idiot as always. But he’s right about one thing — you have nothing to be shy about. We’ve already seen you… well, through that little thing that’s always flying around Alex,” she said with a warm smile, stepping closer.

“Samantha, dear,” Esme said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You must be hungry after your flight. I’ve prepared so much food, you’d think ten people live here.”

“I wouldn’t say no,” Samantha smiled.

Esme nodded happily and invited everyone to the table.

Alex wasn’t planning to tell anyone about her legacy just yet — he wanted Samantha to settle in comfortably before revealing the details.

As Alice had said, the Cullen family turned out to be friendly and welcoming. Although Samantha still felt a little embarrassed that almost everyone had seen that awkward towel moment, it quickly faded into the background. She relaxed and soon found herself chatting with Rosalie, Esme, Alice, Lucina, and Jane, feeling right at home.

To be continued…

(I thought for a long time about what to do with Samantha. She can’t just be a simple girl who suddenly plunged into the world of the supernatural. So I thought, screw it, and chose a rather interesting route for Samantha’s family. Hehehehe.)

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