Nobela ni Presh Starr

The sun was setting behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of purple, pink, and gold. The Blood Moon Pack gathered in the ceremonial clearing, an intimate space surrounded by ancient trees and the whispers of the wind. At the center stood Damien and Elena, hand in hand, their hearts bound tighter than ever.Today wasn't just about survival. It was about love. It was about healing. It was about the life they had built, the battles they had fought, and the new life they had brought into the world—Luna, their daughter, their legacy.The soft breeze carried the scent of roses and lavender, and the pack members had decorated the clearing with delicate flowers. This was not just a ceremony for the Alpha and his Luna, it was a celebration of unity, of the pack’s endurance, and of the love that would guide them into a new era.Damien gazed into Elena’s eyes, his heart swelling with pride and adoration. "Elena," he began, his voice deep with emotion, "from the moment I met you,

Later that evening, as the pack house settled down after Alpha Alaric's visit, the air was calm, filled with the quiet sounds of nature. The stars above twinkled in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the land. Inside their private quarters, Elena and Damien finally had a moment to themselves.Elena leaned against Damien’s chest as they sat on their bed, the warmth of his arms around her a soothing comfort. They hadn’t had many quiet moments like this since Luna was born, and both of them were relishing the peace. Damien kissed the top of Elena’s head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair."You've been incredible through all of this," he murmured, his deep voice filled with admiration. "I don’t know how I got so lucky."Elena smiled, tilting her head to meet his gaze. "I could say the same about you. You’ve been my strength, especially with everything we’ve been through."Damien’s eyes softened as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. The tension that had h

The pack house was abuzz with activity as news of Alpha Alaric’s visit spread. It wasn’t a common occurrence for an Alpha from another pack to visit so soon after a child’s birth, but Alaric had insisted, bringing with him gifts and offerings for baby Luna. His peaceful visit had been arranged after tensions between the two packs had begun to ease, and Damien—though wary—decided to accept the gesture.When Alaric’s convoy arrived, it was nothing short of impressive. The front courtyard filled with beautifully decorated carriages, each bearing gifts wrapped in fine fabrics, crates of rare fruits, exotic flowers, and handcrafted toys for the newborn Alpha heir. As Alpha Alaric stepped out, his presence was immediately felt—tall, broad-shouldered, and with the calm confidence of a leader who was more accustomed to diplomacy than war. He smiled warmly at the guards who greeted him.“Alpha Damien, Luna Elena, I come in peace,” he said as he approached the main entrance. His voice carried a

As the days turned into weeks, Damien's devotion to spoiling Elena only intensified. He took it upon himself to ensure that every moment she spent as his mate, and now the mother of his child, was filled with joy and comfort. It became his personal mission to make her smile every day, and nothing was too extravagant in his eyes when it came to showing his love for her.One morning, after a peaceful night's sleep, Elena woke to find the entire room transformed into a beautiful oasis. White roses and lavender petals were scattered across the floor, creating a delicate path leading from their bed to a warm bath that had been drawn for her. The scent of the flowers mixed with the steam rising from the tub filled the air with calming sweetness.Damien was by her side, smiling as he helped her out of bed. “Good morning, my love,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I thought you could use a little pampering today.”Elena smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection. “You sp

In the days that followed, Damien took spoiling Elena to an entirely new level. Now that things had settled after the intense battles and his focus could shift back to his mate and their newborn, he made it his mission to ensure Elena wanted for nothing. It wasn’t just about material things, it was about showing her just how deeply he cherished her after all they had been through.One morning, Elena woke to the sound of soft music playing from the corner of the room. Sunlight was streaming through the curtains, filling the space with warmth. Her first instinct was to reach for Luna, but before she could get out of bed, Damien appeared at her side with a breakfast tray.“Good morning, my love,” Damien said softly, placing the tray on the bed. He leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead before pulling the covers back up around her. “You’re not lifting a finger today. Not while I’m here.”Elena smiled sleepily, her heart swelling as she looked at the tray filled with fresh berries,

In the days following the Luna's naming ceremony, the pack house was brimming with happiness and joy. There was a palpable sense of celebration that echoed through the halls, spreading warmth and unity throughout the Blood Moon Pack. Every day felt like a new beginning, with the birth of Luna and the peace that had been restored, filling everyone’s hearts with gratitude and pride.Damien, ever the doting husband and now a proud father, had taken it upon himself to spoil both Elena and their newborn daughter, Luna. He could hardly take his eyes off of them, his heart swelling with love and joy. Each morning, he would wake up early to bring Elena breakfast in bed, ensuring she had everything she needed to recover and relax after the birth. He’d always bring fresh flowers, their petals dewy with morning mist, placing them on her bedside table.“I don’t know how you manage to find time for this every morning,” Elena said with a smile, cradling Luna in her arms as Damien brought in a tray

VALERIE The day I was banished felt like the end of the world. I had been led through the palace gates, my heart heavy with the weight of betrayal and heartache. I had lost everything, my title, my place by Tristan’s side, and my identity. The coldness of the stone walls and the quiet murmurs of the council that sentenced me to exile haunted me long after I left the palace, as I walked through the unfamiliar path to the unknown. I could barely hold myself together as the doors closed behind me, the finality of it all hitting me in waves.I didn’t know what would happen next. I didn’t know where I would go or how I would survive. All I had known, all I had been, was in that palace, by Tristan’s side. And now, that world was gone, shattered by lies, deceit, and forces beyond my control. The sting of the judgment burned deeper as I traveled far from everything I knew, haunted by memories of better days. Those days when Tristan and I were together, when the future seemed as bright as the

CARLI stood in the doorway of my mother’s chamber, my fists clenched at my sides, jaw tight with anger. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, and Lady Bianca sat at her bed, her back to me. She hadn’t even bothered to turn around as I entered, typical. She never took me seriously, but today, things were different.“Mother,” I started, my voice low but sharp. She didn’t respond. I stepped further into the room, my boots heavy against the stone floor. “We need to talk.”Still, no reaction. Her fingers continued to move through her hair, as if nothing in the world could bother her. But I wasn’t going to let her ignore me this time. Not after what she’d done.“I said we need to talk,” I repeated, louder this time, my voice growing more strained with every word.Finally, she turned her chair slowly, and her cold gaze met mine. Her lips curved into a small, almost amused smile, but I saw the faint flicker of something else behind her eyes. Guilt? Regret? No, not from her. Neve

FRANK I stood there in front of the entire room, my heart racing in my chest, every breath sharp, shallow. The weight of my confession felt like it was suffocating me, but I knew I had no choice but to speak the truth. The lies had been eating away at me for far too long, and the time to come clean had finally arrived.“I……I need to confess something,” I began, the words trembling in my throat. I could barely keep my hands from shaking. The truth was coming out, and there was no turning back now. My whole life had been built on deception, and now I was about to tear it all down.“I’ve been a part of something terrible,” I continued, my voice a little stronger as I forced the words out. “I….” I hesitated for a split second, knowing how impossible it would sound, how deeply it would hurt everyone in this room. But I had to say it. There was no other way.“I was having an affair with Vanessa before her accident,” I confessed, and I watched the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces. My

TRISTAN The heavy doors slammed shut behind Valarie as she left , taking the last shred of light from my world with her.I turned back to the council, my chest hollow, my mind reeling as their verdict was delivered with cruel finality.“It’s treason,” Councilman Eldric declared grimly, his voice a decree that echoed through the chamber. “Deception of this magnitude cannot go unpunished. By law, the penalty is death by hanging at dawn.”I felt my blood turn to ice.“No,” I said, voice low, dangerous. “You’re not touching her.”“She deceived the crown. She usurped the place of your rightful bride….”“She saved this kingdom!” I cut in, fury sharpening my words. “She held this house together when no one else would! And she did it while carrying the weight of secrets she never asked for!”The council murmured, some visibly unsettled, others remaining cold and unmoved. Bianca leaned against her chair, smug satisfaction curling her lips.Carl said nothing, but his expression was unreadabl

TRISTAN The council chamber was unusually tense today but for once, it wasn’t working against me.I’d spent the last week tightening every loose end, making backdoor alliances with the few council members smart enough to see where true power should lie. I could feel the shift in the air, the subtle glances passed between them, the nervous fidgeting when I spoke.They were beginning to break.I wasn’t about to let Carl and his scheming mother destroy what was mine , what my bloodline had built for centuries. And as I laid out my case, the room was quiet, listening. Even Carl’s smug grin had faded.I allowed myself the smallest hint of satisfaction.Good. Let them squirm.“I don’t care what rumors you’ve planted in the streets,” I told them, my voice low and commanding. “The laws of Blackwood remain unchanged. The crown does not go to the one who whispers loudest but to the one who’s born to it. I am Alpha Theo’s heir. And no amount of manipulation will rewrite that.”Some heads nodd

VANESSA The palace gates loomed ahead, tall and cold and impossibly imposing. I’d grown up seeing pictures of this place in magazines and news articles , the Blackwood Palace, the heart of power in our territory. It had always seemed like a myth, an untouchable world for people born with bloodlines thicker than gold. And yet, here I was, being ushered through those iron gates by a guard who barely made eye contact with me.I clutched my shawl tighter around my shoulders, the chill in the air sinking past my skin and into my bones. I wasn’t sure why I was here, not really. The invitation had arrived this morning, delivered by a pale woman with a stiff smile. She’d called it a personal request from Lady Bianca herself. And though my parents had urged me to refuse, to stay home, to rest , curiosity gnawed at me like an old, familiar ache.Because no one had told me a goddamn thing.Not about my accident.Not about what had happened while I was gone.Not about Valarie.Not about Tristan.

The night after the wedding was quiet and still, as if the world was holding its breath, watching the newlyweds as they began their journey together. Emily and Tyler returned to their private suite, hand in hand, wrapped in the soft afterglow of their wedding celebration. The air between them was filled with an intimate anticipation, their love radiating in every glance and touch.The room had been decorated with rose petals scattered across the bed and the scent of lavender drifting through the air, calming and inviting. A gentle light filled the room, illuminating the space just enough to cast a warm glow around them.As they entered, Tyler let out a soft laugh, turning to look at Emily. "I still can’t believe you’re mine," he murmured, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.Emily smiled, her eyes shining as she looked at him. "And I can’t believe I get to love you every day."Tyler reached for her hand, drawing her close until there was no space between them. His gaze was

The sun shone brightly on the day of Emily and Tyler’s wedding, casting a warm glow over the carefully decorated garden. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, and the sweet scent of jasmine filled the air. Guests began to gather, a mix of family and friends, each one eager to witness the union of two people who had overcome so much to be together.Emily stood in her bridal suite, surrounded by her closest friends. The dress clung to her in all the right places, and the delicate lace veil framed her face perfectly. She could feel the excitement bubbling within her, a blend of nerves and sheer joy. Glancing in the mirror, she took a deep breath, allowing herself to soak in the moment.“Are you ready to become Mrs. Tyler Hudson?” Gracie, her maid of honor, asked with a grin.Emily nodded, her heart racing. “More than ready.”After the final touches were made, Emily made her way to the entrance of the garden, her heart pounding with anticipation. She could hear the gentle murmur of guests an

Emily sat on the edge of her bed, the weight of the past few weeks pressing down on her shoulders. After Celine's death, the dynamics within her family had shifted. She had always been distant from her mother, Mrs. Hudson, whose harsh words and criticism had left deep scars. But now, Emily found herself longing for connection, for the chance to mend the rift that had widened between them.Taking a deep breath, she reached for her phone and dialed her mother’s number. The phone rang twice before her mother picked up.“Emily,” Mrs. Hudson answered, her tone guarded yet curious.“Mom, can we talk? I really want to see you,” Emily said, her voice steady but filled with a hint of vulnerability.“I suppose so,” her mother replied reluctantly. “Where do you want to meet?”“Let’s just have dinner at home. I’ll cook,” Emily suggested, a nervous flutter in her stomach.There was a brief pause, then Mrs. Hudson replied, “Alright, I’ll be there.”Emily hung up, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope.

As days turned into weeks after Celine’s funeral, Emily found herself struggling to navigate her grief while trying to reconnect with Tyler. Their relationship, once vibrant and full of promise, now felt strained and distant, like a threadbare tapestry fraying at the edges. Emily knew that Tyler was hurting, and she wanted to be there for him, but every time she tried to bridge the gap, she was met with an unyielding wall of silence.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Emily decided to reach out. She texted Tyler, her fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before she hit send: "Can we talk? I miss you."Moments later, her phone buzzed. "Meet me at our spot?"Her heart lifted at the invitation. Their spot—an intimate little café tucked away on a quiet street—had been their go-to place for late-night conversations, laughter, and stolen kisses. She quickly got ready, feeling a flutter of anticipation and anxiety in her s

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the cemetery as mourners gathered around Celine’s grave. The atmosphere was heavy with sorrow, a palpable grief that wrapped around each person like a shroud. Emily stood near the front, her heart aching as she watched the small casket being lowered into the earth, a bittersweet finality settling over her.She remembered Celine’s laughter, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, and the countless moments they had shared together. Now, it felt like a piece of her own heart had been buried along with Celine. Tears streamed down Emily’s cheeks, the loss cutting deeper than she could have ever anticipated. She clenched her fists at her sides, fighting the urge to scream at the unfairness of it all.“Why did it have to be you?” she whispered to herself, the question echoing in her mind like a haunting refrain.As the ceremony progressed, Emily felt a soft touch on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Tyler standing beside her, his eyes

Celine stared at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at her revealing a ghost of the woman she once was. The dark circles under her eyes were deep, and her complexion was pallid, a stark reminder of her declining health. But today, she wanted to feel alive, to cherish one last evening with the people she loved most. She wanted to create memories that would linger, bittersweet yet precious, in the hearts of her family.As she moved about her bedroom, she carefully chose an outfit: a flowing emerald dress that accentuated her figure and a delicate necklace that sparkled under the light. It was her mother’s, a piece she’d treasured for years, and wearing it made her feel connected to the woman who had once been a formidable force in her life. Celine hoped that tonight would not only be a farewell but a reconciliation, a moment to mend the rifts that had formed over the years.Once dressed, she walked downstairs, the familiar scent of her mother’s cooking wafting through th

Daphne’s POVI watched as Fiona pushed her chair back abruptly, her untouched breakfast forgotten as she stormed out of the dining hall.The tension in the air was thick.She was furious, and I could feel the weight of her anger lingering even after she had disappeared from sight.I swallowed hard, shifting my gaze toward Enzo, who was still sitting beside me, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t even tried to stop her.I hesitated for a moment before reaching for his hand."You should go after her," I said gently.His jaw clenched. He didn’t move."Enzo," I pressed, squeezing his fingers. "I’m fine. Just go."He exhaled heavily, clearly reluctant. "Are you sure?"I nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yes. I promise."For a moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes searching mine. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he stood up and left the room.I let out a slow breath, placing a hand over my stomach.The moment at the stairs had shaken me more than I wanted to admit.I could still feel the

FionaI sat at the grand dining table, my hands folded neatly on my lap, my face the picture of calm. Inside, however, my heart pounded with anticipation.Any moment now.I had planned everything carefully. The servant I trusted had done as instructed, coating the stairs with an invisible, slippery substance. Just enough to send Daphne tumbling down, enough to make her lose the precious child she carried.It had to be an accident. No one could suspect a thing.The thought made me smirk slightly.I had arrived first, making sure I was seated before anyone else. Moments later, Enzo walked in, his strong presence filling the room as he took his seat beside me."Good morning," he said absently, but his tone lacked warmth.I forced a soft smile, reaching for the tea that had been set for me. "Good morning, my love."He barely acknowledged me, his gaze flickering toward the door as if he were waiting for someone.I already knew who."Did you sleep well?" I asked, desperate to keep his atten

Fiona I couldn’t believe it.Daphne was pregnant.The news hit me , sending a surge of anger and betrayal through my veins. I didn’t hear it from Enzo, my husband, the man who was supposed to confide in me. No. I heard it from Fred, his Beta.That alone was enough to make my blood boil.Enzo had kept this from me. Why? Did he think I wouldn’t find out? Did he think I didn’t deserve to know?The anger simmered inside me as I paced my chambers, my nails digging into my palms. I had been patient. I had watched from the sidelines as he grew closer to her, as he looked at her the way he had never looked at me. And now, she carried his child?This wasn’t part of the plan.Our plan had been foolproof, bring in a weak, insignificant omega, someone who wouldn’t be able to give him the heir he desperately needed. Someone who would buy us time until the curse took him, leaving everything in my hands.And yet… she was pregnant.I clenched my fists, my breath uneven as Fred watched me from across

DaphneThe morning sun poured through the large windows, painting the walls with golden light. I stood there, arms wrapped around myself, watching the world wake up outside. Birds chirped in the distance, the trees swayed gently in the wind, and everything seemed so peaceful.But inside me, a storm raged.The contract. The curse. The unbearable thought of leaving my child behind. The weight of it all pressed down on me, threatening to suffocate me.I barely noticed when the bed shifted behind me, but I felt the warmth of his presence before he even touched me. Enzo moved silently, the way only an Alpha could, until his arms slipped around my waist from behind, pulling me into his embrace.His lips found my shoulder, pressing soft kisses along my skin, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling even as my heart ached.“You left our bed,” he murmured against my neck, his voice husky from sleep.I forced a small smile, tilting my head slightly as if nothing was wrong. “I couldn’t sleep.”

DaphneAs I watched Alpha Enzo’s face light up with happiness, a warmth spread through my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. He looked so different in that moment, so unguarded. The fierce, commanding Alpha who had always seemed untouchable now looked like a man who had just been handed his greatest dream.A child.His child.I felt a flutter of something I couldn’t quite describe—joy, perhaps, or hope—but it was quickly overshadowed by a sinking feeling that coiled in the pit of my stomach. The curse. The contract. The promises I had made when I first came to the pack.Reality settled over me like a heavy cloak. This happiness wasn’t mine to keep. It was temporary, fleeting, a dream I had no right to hold onto.I lowered my gaze to my stomach and gently placed my hand there. A tiny life was growing inside me, a child created from the love Enzo and I had shared—even if it hadn’t been planned, even if it had started as something far more complicated. This child was real, undeniable,

As I left doctor Tobias’s office, I walked slowly, my thoughts tangled with a mix of curiosity and longing. I couldn’t help but wonder what Alpha Enzo was doing. Tobias had assured me that everything looked good during my check-up, but my mind wasn’t focused on myself. Instead, it drifted to Enzo.I had overheard earlier that he was in a meeting with the council, discussing the last rogue attack and strategies to prevent further incursions. I admired his dedication, his tireless efforts to protect the pack, but selfishly, I missed him. I missed the way he held me close, his strong arms wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and safety. Even thinking about it sent a small smile to my lips and made my chest ache with yearning.By the time I reached my room, I felt the weight of the day pressing down on me. After closing the door, I kicked off my shoes and settled onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Hours passed as I allowed my mind to wander, reliving memories of Enzo’s rare but heart-m