"For twenty million dollars, I want you to marry me, Ciara" The handsome stranger said. I frowned "What the hell is wrong with you? We met last night, had hot sèx, and now—" "Ciara, I haven't met you before now, yet you insist that we were together last night. So, let's make this work for both of us." "Okay?" I eyed him, confused. " Attend three family events as my fake fiancée with me this Christmas. Smile, play the part, and by the first week of the new year, you walk away with a generous sum. We never see each other again." The stranger said. ******** After a one night stand with a stranger at a club, the next morning, Ciara Baxter is shocked to get a wild offer from another man who looks exactly like him, but claims not to know her. All he wants is for her to attend three family events with him, act like his fake fiancée and get paid! She agrees to take up his offer because of the money involved. Soon, what began as a fake dating turns out into something worse when she finds that he had an identical twin and was a powerful Alpha heir. Her Christmas love story begins on the night this stranger and his twin brother call her “MATE” Does it get worse when their father begins to fall for her too? Or is it strange when she finds out that she is not merely a human, but a replica of the moon goddess and a rare hybrid? How does Ciara find out who she really is in this supernatural world? How does she handle the chaos that comes with being wanted by THREE men? Find out in this gripping werewolf romance!!!
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My name is Clara Baxter, and this is the story of how I met the one person who would turn my world upside down. It all began on the night my best friend, Julia, forced me to follow her to the club. She had just caught her boyfriend of four years cheating, and all she wanted was to drown her sorrow in alcohol.
I was the perfect person to be with her at the club. Now, we were seated at the bar in the wildest nightclubs in California, and all I could think about was how the bass from the speakers pounded through my chest.
The music thumped so hard it felt like it was knocking the breath out of my lungs. Bright lights flashed in wild, dizzying patterns as Julia brought her glass to her lips.
"Ryan is such an idiot for cheating on me!" She yelled, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. Her voice cracked, yet she forced herself to smile.
“Totally!” I yelled back, though my heart ached for her. Her eyes were red, her makeup smudged. She looked like she was trying too hard to convince herself she was fine.
She emptied the drink in her glass and grinned at me again. “More shots!”
I blinked at her. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You're getting drunk, Julia!"
She rolled her eyes. “Enough? No such thing tonight!” Then, she slammed her empty glass on the bar, already flagging the bartender down. I sighed, finishing my own drink.
The burn of the alcohol dulled the edges of my nerves, and the heavy bass of the music in the room felt like it was carrying me now. If this was what Julia needed to feel better, I’d stay right by her side. Soon, she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the dance floor before I could protest. “Come on, Ciara! Let’s forget everything!”
We pushed our way into the crowd and started dancing. Julia moved like she was trying to escape herself. I tried to mimic her dancing moves as I watched her thrash her arms and shake her hips.
Then, I felt it. There was a strange prickling sensation at the back of my neck. It felt like someone was watching me.
I stood still for a moment as I scanned the room. Something felt off. At first, I did not notice anything unusual, just a bunch of people dancing, laughing, and drinking, but then my gaze fell upon him. He was in the corner, leaning against the wall like he didn’t belong here. A dark suit hugged his tall, lean frame, the crispness of it out of place in the chaos of the club. My breath caught as I blinked at him.
“Ciara!” Julia yelled, spinning me around. “You’re zoning out! Come on, have fun!"
“Sorry,” I mumbled, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched. My attention drifted back to the corner again, and he was still there. Still staring at me. A small knot formed in my stomach and my pulse quickened.
Who the hell was that? Was he just some creep? Or was there something else about him—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on? I tried to ignore him, instead focusing on Julia, who was now dancing with a man who appeared out of nowhere. Minutes later, I jerked backwards and glanced back at the corner.
Shit! He was still there, watching me without blinking. I turned to face Julia again—to tell her what was going on, but she was rocking her butt against the crotch of the man behind her, screaming the lyrics of the song in the background at the top of her voice. She seemed happy, or at least distracted, and that gave me an excuse to slip away. Before I could stop myself back, I left Julia and began to weave through the crowd as my attention remained pinned on the man who was still at the corner, watching me.
Something inside me sparked. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he already knew me. Either way, I felt bold. I made my way across the room, weaving through the crowd until I was standing a few feet away from him.
“Hey! Do you always stare at people like that?” I asked him, crossing my arms.
Up close, he was even more intimidating. He was tall and his broad shoulders filled out his suit perfectly. I noticed how slicked back his dark hair was, not a strand out of place. And those eyes—damn it! They were even more piercing than I’d realized. They were pale, icy blue, pinned on me like I was the only thing in the room.
"Hello?" I called out to him again with a raised voice. His lips twitched but he didn't say a word.
“Not a talker, huh? That's cool,” I said, trying to ignore the way my stomach flipped under his gaze. “Look, if you’re going to stare, at least tell me your name.”
Still nothing. His gaze dipped briefly to my lips, then back to my eyes. A chill ran through me. I know, I should’ve walked away. But there was something about him—something magnetic.
The heat between us felt electric, and I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or him making my head spin.
“Okay,” I said, taking a step closer. “How about a dance? Or is that beneath you, Mr. Mysterious?”
To my surprise, he extended a hand. I hesitated for half a second before placing my hand in his. His grip was firm, and his palm was cool against mine as he led me to the edge of the dance floor.
The music slowed, and so did we. I swayed to the beat, acutely aware of how close we were. He didn’t dance like the other guys in the club—no awkward shuffling or overconfident moves. He was smooth, controlled, and before I knew what was happening, his hands settled lightly on my waist as we swayed.
I looked up at him as my heart pounded. “Still not going to tell me your name?”
His lips curved into a faint smile. Yet, he remained silent. I tilted my head as I studied him. He had a tattoo which ran from the left side of his neck and disappeared into his shirt. He also had a small, diamond nose ring that shone under the club lights.
I frowned, "You know, it’s kind of rude to ignore someone when they’re trying to make conversation.
He didn't say a word. Rather, he spun me around before wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. My mouth turned dry as I felt the heat of his warm breath on my face.
"You're mysterious. I like that." I muttered.
He leaned in slightly, next to my ear. “And you’re persistent. I like that,” he said with a voice that was so low and smooth, with just the faintest trace of an accent I couldn’t place.
My mouth dropped open, caught off guard by the sound of his voice. "See? That wasn’t so hard,” I said, forcing myself to sound braver than I felt. “What’s your name?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes dropped to my lips instead. Before I could press him further, he kissed me. I stopped breathing as I felt his lips crash against mine. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant. It was deep, consuming, and it stole the breath right out of my lungs.
My hands moved instinctively to his chest and I gripped the fabric of his suit. I didn’t care that I didn’t know his name. I didn’t care about anything but the way his lips felt on mine, the way his hands pressed me closer. When we finally broke apart, I was panting.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
“Let’s go,” he murmured with a voice that was low and rough, barely audible over the music.
"Go? To where?" I asked, confused. He didn't say anything in response. Instead, he took my hand again, leading me toward a set of stairs at the back of the club.
And like an idiot, I followed him.
Chapter 38Ciara’s POV“Wh-what did you say?” A calm voice asked besides me. I shut my eyes again, ignoring him.. This wasn't the right place for me to explain myself to anyone, especially not Daryl. The room was silent. That was good…because the last thing I wanted now was to listen to anyone talk loudly while I was trying to understand what the hell was going on in my head. I shifted again on the bed, with my eyes still closed and the first thing I felt was pain.A dull, sharp throb pulsed at the back of my head, beating in rhythm with my heart as I slowly blinked against the harsh white light flooding my vision. This time, everything seemed too bright and too damn sharp. I struggled to sit up, groaning softly as my body resisted the motion. I heard the steady beeping of machines, and I quickly realised that I was in the pack’s infirmary. Someone moved beside me. "I'm glad you're awake," Daryl said.His voice was gentle, but I didn’t want it. Scratch that…I didn’t want him. He r
Chapter 37:Daryl’s POVIt had been three days.Three long, excruciating days since the accident—since Ciara hit the floor, the back of her head slamming against the edge of the nightstand.Three days since the world stopped moving for me.And in those same three days, she hadn’t opened her eyes. Not once. She hadn’t shifted, flinched, or moved a single muscle. Just stillness. Unbearable stillness.The doctor had come by again yesterday. He said she was stable. That her vitals were fine, and she was resting. That rest was good. But when I asked the one question I really needed answered—when will she wake up?—he only offered a vague response.“It depends on her,” he had said with a soft, almost apologetic tone. “Her body is healing, but her mind needs peace. A calm environment will help. The rest… is up to her.”So I made sure everything was calm. Silent. Peaceful. Still.But inside me, it was chaos.I hadn’t left the room in days—only stepped out once to shower, and that felt like a b
Chapter 36:Daryl’s POVIt felt like time stopped.I stood frozen, wide-eyed, staring at Ciara. My heart slammed into my ribs so hard it hurt.Just a second ago, she was standing between Damon and me, trying to stop us from fighting. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open like she was about to scream. And then, she fell. Just like that.One second she was standing. The next, she was on the floor.Still. Motionless.My stomach dropped. My heart plummeted. And before I could even think, I was running toward her.“Ciara!” I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands shaking in the air, hovering just above her body. I didn’t know what to do, what to touch, what not to touch. Panic flooded me, and my fingers finally found their way to her head.Blood. There was blood.It was coming from the back of her head, staining her beautiful dark hair. I looked behind her and saw the corner of the bedside table. She must have hit it when she fell.And she was still bleeding.I looked at her face. God, her
Chapter 35Ciara's POV~~~The hallway was too quiet. Unnaturally quiet.Damon walked beside me, but neither of us said a word. Our footsteps echoed off the cold stone floor, the sound loud and sharp in the silence. The tension from the Solarium followed us like a shadow, clinging to our skin, pressing on our shoulders like invisible weight.I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t even sure I could speak if I wanted to. My throat felt tight. My legs heavy. My heart even heavier.Maybe that’s why I let him hold my hand. Just until we got to Daryl’s room.When we reached the door, I pulled my hand out of his like I’d touched fire. The door creaked open as I pushed it hard, almost like I was running from something. Maybe I was.But as soon as I stepped inside, my feet slowed. Something felt wrong.The room was dim, the air still. The bed… untouched.He wasn’t here.I blinked, letting the realization sink in, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. The disappointment was instant and overwhelmi
Chapter 34:Ciara's POVLuna Eleanor stood with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her sharp eyes darting between King Donovan and me. If she suspected something, she didn’t show it—not through her face, not through her posture. She just stood there, statuesque, cold, and composed. The energy in the room shifted with her presence, like the oxygen had been sucked out.“I’m waiting,” she said calmly, yet her voice still carried weight as she closed the door behind her. “What were you two discussing?”My heart pounded so loudly, I could barely hear anything else. My limbs felt frozen. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think straight.Just moments ago, I had been pressing King Donovan for answers, for the truth behind his insane confession. And now—now his wife was here, looking at us like she’d caught us mid-act. Mid-sin.I tried to part my lips to say something—to explain, to fix this somehow—but he beat me to it.“Luna,” King Donovan said smoothly, stepping forward like he wasn’t bothe
Chapter 33: The Alpha's offer. Ciara’s POV~~~Oh shit!I cursed under my breath as Lyra opened the double doors to the Solarium and stepped aside. .Leave, Ciara! My mind screamed, but my feet refused to obey. I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on King Donovan. The sunlight poured through the tall glass windows of the room, framing him in a warm golden glow. He was seated at a table, perched on an extravagant throne. The light made him look every bit the regal figure, as if it was designed to match the gold that I was wearing.I shook my head, cursing myself for even noticing. Why was I thinking about this? I quickly realized I was still standing at the door.I willed my legs to move, though each step I took felt like it required more effort than it should. I heard the door click shut behind me, and I knew Lyra was gone. That left just him and me.It was as though he’d been waiting for Lyra to leave the room. Slowly, he raised his head and looked at me, his expression unreadable.
Chapter 32: God, Help me!Ciara’s POV“Hmm…” a soft moan escaped my lips as I gripped my sheets tightly. They cling to my skin, carrying the traces of last night. My eyes squeezed shut as my body throbbed with a dull ache. It wasn't the kind of ache that would make one think of love or passion. No, this was deeper and painful. I gasped as my mind flashed to Daryl. The way he had sex with me last night and left without a word, like a coward. It felt like none of this meant a thing to him. There was no goodbye, only the soft click of the door as he left while I was still in the bathroom."...God," I whispered, clutching a pillow and pressing my cheek against it. My fingers dug into the fabric of the pillow as I realized that his scent still clung to it. I pulled the sheets tighter around me and stared at the ceiling. I felt so empty and used. The emptiness inside me grew with each passing second as my chest ached. I rolled over on the pillow again, pressing my face into it. “I fe
Chapter 31Daryl's POV ~~~~~Bang! I slammed the door bend me and walked further into the dark room. Then, I paused and returned to the door. My hands ran across the wall by the door, hoping to find the switch for the lightbulb. I found it almost immediately, and I switched it on. My eyes squinted because of the bright glare of the bulb, soon I grew used to the brightness and looked around the room. Earlier, I had asked Alaric to bring the documents to this room, and I had no plans of returning to the room until tonight. It was urgent now because I needed to work. I threw a glance at the large mahogany desk with stack of scrolls and paperwork on it. Then, I strolled over to it and sat, picking up a document. ~~~~Barely thirty minutes later, I grew bored of the documents, and I found myself staring out of the window into the courtyard. The crowd had trickled down, and I assumed the alpha feast was likely over. It was just a few drunk pack members who stayed behind to dance and
Chapter 30:[DARYL]~~~~~~~~~~I had no idea how long I had spent in the woods, but I knew it was time to head back to the royal building when my bones began to ache badly. Before shifting, I had taken off my clothes and hung them on a tree's branch, then I went off, as I allowed myself to shift into my true form. This helped me to avoid thinking of the mess I had gotten myself into. But it was worse because Xere took over my consciousness and kept pushing me to return to the royal building. That was the last thing I wanted to do that night, especially after what I did with Ciara. I shouldn't have fucked her! My heart broke as I recalled how I had spiralled out of control and made her moan my name as I thrust into her. Now, I wasn't sure what was actually going on between Ciara and I. Was it the mate bond that Xere claimed to share with Ciara? Or was it my ridiculous desire to have her, just because my brother had once fucked her? I didn't know what to do, and I hated how cluele
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