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Enzo The door slammed shut behind me, Fiona’s sharp words still ringing in my ears. My jaw clenched as I strode down the hallway, my boots hitting the wooden floor with heavy thuds. This wasn’t the life I had envisioned. I had always known Fiona to be territorial, but the presence of Daphne had ignited something far worse.This was why I had resisted the idea of a breeder in the first place. A simple plan, an heir to break the curse and ensure the survival of my pack. No attachments, no emotions. But nothing was simple anymore.I turned a corner and froze. Tobias was standing near the staircase with Daphne.They were talking, their heads tilted toward each other, smiles tugging at their lips. Daphne’s delicate laughter floated through the air, soft yet vibrant, and for a moment, I was rooted to the spot.Jealousy surged through me like wildfire.The way Tobias looked at her, it was too familiar, too comfortable. And Daphne... She seemed happy. Not the subdued, cautious woman I had co

Daphne The hours after Enzo left the garden felt like a lifetime. The crash had sent a ripple of unease through the pack house, and though I didn’t know the source of the chaos, I could feel the tension thickening in the air.I lingered in the garden for as long as I could, hoping that the fresh air might calm my racing heart. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, and the cold began to seep into my bones, I reluctantly made my way back inside.The pack house was eerily quiet as I walked through the halls. Normally, I’d hear laughter or the low murmur of conversation, but tonight, there was nothing but the faint creak of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet.As I approached the staircase leading to my room, I heard voices drifting from the dining hall. Curious and more than a little apprehensive, I crept closer, careful to stay out of sight.“You’ve gone too far this time, Fiona,” Enzo’s voice growled, low and dangerous.“I’ve done nothing but protect this pack,” Fiona snapped

DaphneThe days had grown colder, and with them, the atmosphere in the pack house. The rogue’s words lingered like a curse over everyone, and while no one dared to speak openly about it, I could feel the weight of their suspicion.I tried to distract myself with small tasks, arranging the books in the library, helping in the kitchen, even wandering the gardens when no one was around but nothing could ease the knot in my chest. Every time I passed someone, their gaze lingered a second too long, and the whispers started before I was even out of earshot.It was Fiona, of course, who made her disapproval the loudest."Careful with the silverware, Daphne," she said one morning as I placed the polished knives on the dining table. Her tone was sweet, but her smile was sharp. "We wouldn’t want you to cut yourself. Or anyone else."My cheeks burned as the pack members sitting nearby chuckled under their breath. I wanted to snap back, to tell her to mind her own business, but I bit my tongue an

DaphneThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the pack house, warming my skin as I stepped into the dining hall. It should have been a peaceful morning, but the air was thick with unease. Whispers rippled through the pack like wildfire. I couldn’t ignore the furtive glances sent my way or the abrupt silences that fell whenever I entered a room.I tried to push it aside, focusing on my daily tasks, but the tension wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. Something was wrong.It wasn’t until I heard the distant howls, sharp, desperate cries that sent a shiver down my spine that my fears solidified. My heart raced as I hurried to the window, peering out to see a group of patrol wolves carrying a prisoner between them.A rogue.My pulse quickened as the Alpha’s commanding voice boomed from outside. Enzo was in his element, his tone calm yet laced with authority. As much as I wanted to stay away from the commotion, curiosity tugged at me. Before I could talk myself

Daphne Enzo's hand moved gently up my back, his touch warm and steady, as though he were trying to reassure me of something he couldn’t yet say. His strength enveloped me, but it wasn’t suffocating. It was protective, anchoring. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this safe, this… seen. The storm of my thoughts began to quiet, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the cool night air.“You confuse me,” I whispered, daring to meet his intense gaze again. His dark eyes seemed to gleam under the soft light of the moon, full of emotions I couldn’t decipher.“How so?” he asked, his voice low and husky, sending a tremor through me.I hesitated, unsure how much of my heart I wanted to reveal. But something about this moment, this man, made it impossible to hold back. “One moment, you’re distant, cold—like you can’t even stand to look at me. And then, you’re here, holding me like I mean something to you.”He let out a deep sigh, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head.

Daphne The moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains of my room, casting a soft, silvery glow on the walls. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands, my thoughts tangled in the chaos of the last few days. Fiona's accusations still clung to me like a suffocating shroud, even though Enzo had believed my innocence. I didn’t know why, but the memory of the way he had hugged me lingered in my mind, warming me in a way I didn’t want to admit.The garden was serene under the glow of the full moon, its soft light reflecting off the dew-kissed petals of the roses. The gentle rustling of leaves and the chirping of crickets filled the night air, creating a sense of calm that contrasted sharply with the storm inside me. I had come here to think, to escape the weight of everything that had happened over the past few days.But I wasn’t alone.I felt his presence before I saw him. That familiar scent of cedar and musk drifted toward me, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart quickened

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

Valarie I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching Alpha Tristan rush out of the room after Fiona without so much as a glance back at me. My heart clenched painfully in my chest.I hadn’t asked for this, any of this.I hadn’t asked to take my sister’s place in this marriage, to play the role of a dutiful wife to a man who clearly despised me, or to live in a palace where every glance and whisper carried suspicion. And now, after that humiliating moment, I was left standing alone in the dimly lit room, the echo of Tristan’s footsteps fading down the hall as he chased after the woman he truly loved.I wrapped my arms around myself, the silk of my dress cool against my skin, and tried to steady my breathing. My cheeks still burned from the kiss....his kiss. It had been unexpected, intense, and for a fleeting moment, it had felt real.But it wasn’t.I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. He hadn’t kissed me because he wanted to. He’d kissed me because he thought I was Fiona

Tristan The celebration was loud, vibrant, and filled with the infectious energy of the wolf clan. The Festival of the Moon was one of our most important traditions, and it symbolized unity, loyalty, and honor, three things I hardly cared about tonight. This entire charade, this picture-perfect image of a devoted Alpha and his Luna, was nothing more than a means to an end.My grandfather, Alpha Theo, held the keys to my future, the full inheritance of the wolf clan But for him to hand it over, I had to prove I was responsible enough to lead not only as a warrior but as a family man. That meant playing the role of a dutiful husband to Vanessa.Vanessa. No...her.It didn’t matter to me. From the moment this marriage was arranged, I made it clear to Vanessa that I had no love for her. My heart belonged to Fiona, and it always would. I couldn’t be bothered with her feelings; my focus was on convincing my grandfather. Once the inheritance was mine, I would end this farce of a marriage and

ValarieThe sound of distant chatter filled the palace as I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror. My hair was styled into cascading waves, a glittering tiara nestled perfectly atop my head. My dress, a masterpiece of flowing silk and intricate beadwork....fit me like a second skin, shimmering with every movement. I hardly recognized myself.“A vision,” the maid whispered, stepping back to admire her work.I gave her a small smile. I looked every inch the queen the people adored, but inside, I felt like an imposter. Vanessa should be here, not me. I swallowed the thought quickly. It wouldn’t do to dwell on what couldn’t be changed. Not now.Today was an important day, a day for appearances. Alpha Tristan had made that painfully clear.I turned to leave, the heavy fabric of my gown brushing against the marble floors as I made my way to the grand hall. Outside, the festivities were already underway. The bouquet presentation was one of the most beloved traditions of the wolf clan,

FionaThe palace gates loomed before me as I stepped from my carriage, my heels clicking against the stone path. It had been months since I was last allowed within these walls, and now that I was here, I couldn’t shake the bitter taste in my mouth.This was supposed to be my home.Every detail reminded me of what I’d lost, what had been stolen from me. The grandeur of the palace, the gold-trimmed arches, the lush gardens I once walked hand-in-hand with Tristan through, all of it was now hers.I knew I shouldn’t have come. The invite was a mockery, a way for the Alpha King to flaunt his new queen in front of me. But I had to see it for myself. To remind myself why I couldn’t let this stand.As I walked through the garden, I spotted her. She was sitting on a marble bench under the wisteria, the sunlight catching the golden crown on her head. She was talking on the phone, her voice hushed. I stopped in my tracks, stepping behind a hedge to avoid being seen.“Vanessa will recover soon, ri

ValarieThe garden was my haven, the only place where I could breathe freely, away from the imposing palace walls and the stifling weight of my charade. I wandered past the rows of roses, their vibrant petals a stark contrast to the thorny reality of my life. My phone felt like a lifeline in my trembling hand, a thin thread tying me to the person I used to be.I dialed my mother’s number, pressing the phone close to my ear, hoping she would pick up quickly. The line clicked, and her voice came through, calm but distant.“How is Vanessa?” I asked, not bothering with pleasantries. It wasn’t like she cared about anything else.“She’s still weak,” Mom replied, her tone clinical, devoid of warmth. “The Doctor says she’ll recover, but it’ll take time. She’s lucky to be alive, Valarie.”Hearing her call me by my real name over the phone was both comforting and unnerving. Here, in the palace, I was Vanessa, my sister, the rightful bride. To everyone around me, that name defined me, even as it

Valarie I almost choked on my food and Alpha Tristan handed me a glass of water, I wasn't expecting his Grandfather to say that."We just got married, give us time " He uttered."There's no time young man, I'm no longer young and I need to see my grandchildren before anytime happens to me " Alpha Theo replied before leaving the dining.I finished my food and Laura decided to take me on a tour around the house as she was instructed. I think he needs some time to adjust to the changes" Laura said to me smiling."What's he like?" I asked."He's cold and icy on the outside but he has a good heart" She replied and I scoffed."How did you know that?" "He saved me from the hands of some bad men and brought me here, he gave me a home and a job" She replied and I was flabbergasted."I think he's still healing from his past traumas" she said and I had no choice than to agree with her.I went to the library to read some books in order to relax, Tristan was no where to be found and Laura was

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