Eden Monroe. I woke up early in the morning and rubbed my bleary eyes. It's been a sad week and I couldn't remember the last time I had slept properly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Carla's face, pale and lifeless. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the image that seemed to plague my life. I got dressed in a hurry, not bothering with makeup or fussing over my hair. I had one destination in mind: the morgue. I had to see Carla's body for myself, to make sure it was real, to say goodbye properly and also to find out reasons. I got into my sister's car, hands shaking slightly as I turned the ignition. The drive to the morgue was a blur, with me lost in my thoughts. I couldn't believe Carla was gone. We had been friends since kindergarten, and now she is dead. Murdered, no less.I wondered who could have done something like that to my friend. Carla was the kindest person I knew. She never hurt anyone, never got into trouble. And yet someone had killed her, left her body t
Dorian Grimaldi. I was still seething with anger as I got into my car and drove towards Eden's house. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the trees as I drove down the winding road. I couldn't believe the argument I just had with my mother over the death of Carla's friend. I felt like she was trying to protect someone, but who? I needed to clear his head and make sense of it all.As I parked my car in front of Eden's house, I looked around at the quiet neighborhood. The houses were small and well-kept, with neatly trimmed lawns and colorful flowers in the front yards. I took a deep breath and got out of my car, feeling the cool evening breeze on my face. I walked up to the front door and was about to knock when I saw Charles Monroe, Carla's father, leaving the house through the backdoor.My heart started racing as I wondered what I was doing there. I had seen Charles in this part of town before, but him sneaking out of the house was suspicious. Where could he be going at
Eden Monroe. The next morning, I got dressed and headed to Lady Maurie's house for coffee. As I drove there, my mind was still on Carla and the strange bite marks on her body. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. When I arrived at Lady Maurie's house, a man stood before me, telling me to follow him. I did, since Lady Maurie was expecting me over. As soon as I stepped into her living room, I saw Lady Maurie, clad in a black dress. She was looking radiant as always and I don't think I have ever seen her not looking so flawless. When she saw me, I was greeted warmly and then she led me to the dining room, sitting down. . . I smelt an heavenly scent of coffee and then she poured some for me, telling me to enjoy the coffee."I'm so glad you are here." She said, smiling brightly at me. Her smile made me feel less worried, I didn't think of any troubles I had been going through since I stepped in here. "I promised you I was going to come, here I am." I replied and s
Eden Monroe."I'm not Alpha Dorian." The voice said. The stranger held me by my shoulder and I regained my memory. I didn't know who it was, it wasn't Dorian so what was it? What in the world does he even mean by Alpha Dorian? I felt scared again, now figuring it was just my imagination and it wasn't Dorian standing behind me. Suddenly, a figure steps out of the shadows. It's a man, dressed in black, with piercing blue eyes and a menacing expression. He looks dangerous, and you can tell that he's not someone you want to mess with.I try to run, but he's too quick. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me back towards him. I struggle to break free, but he's too strong. He leans in close to your face, his hot breath on your skin. I thought I was going to die here. Someone had broken into the Grimaldi's Mansion and I was going to be the scapegoat. The thoughts of me dying made me start shivering, I began to beg the person who I knew was a male to spare my life. "Who are you?" he growls. "
Eden Monroe. As I lay in my bed, I couldn't shake off the memory of Dorian's touch. It had been a week since I last saw him, but my thoughts kept drifting back to that morning at his house. I tried to push the images from my mind, but they only seemed to intensify with each passing day.Suddenly, there was a knock on my door, and my father, Charles, entered the room. I sat up, wondering why he was there so early in the morning."Eden, I noticed this past few weeks, you have been spending a lot of time outside. Do you want to tell me why?" Charles asked, his gaze fixed on me.I knew I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't confess that I had been spending my time thinking about a man, let alone reveal my investigation into Carla's death."I have been going to school and visiting the library. I have a lot of assignments and research to do," I replied, hoping my response would satisfy him.But Charles wasn't convinced. "You know we have everything you might need in this house, so I don
Dorian Grimaldi. I pulled my car over two streets away from Eden's house as she had requested, but I couldn't help feeling a sense of unease. I had noticed Eden's mood had been off since she saw me with Lenora at the mall, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly was bothering her. Is it Lenora or something else? As I turned to her to speak, she avoided my gaze, and her body language was closed off. "What's wrong, Eden? You seem distant," I probed gently. Eden sighed, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before quickly looking away. "It's nothing," she muttered, twisting a lock of her fiery red hair around her finger. "Just Charles. I don't want him prying into my life." My confusion was palpable as I furrowed my brow, "Charles? What does he have to do with anything that is happening now?" Eden turned to face me, and I couldn't help but take in her features. Despite the tension between us, I found myself admiring the way the sunlight filtered through her red hair, casting a fier
Eden Monroe. I had found myself in the middle of a thick, dark forest. The trees towered over me, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. I felt a sense of unease wash over me as I looked around, realizing I was completely alone.Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear, "The answers are all around you, if only you look closer," it said to me. The voice was low and menacing, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned around, trying to find the source of the voice, but there was no one there. I was completely alone in the huge forest.As I walked through the forest, I noticed that the trees were starting to close in on me. The branches reached out like bony fingers, scratching at my skin as I pushed past them. I could hear the voice getting louder, urging me to look closer. It sounded angry now, like it was frustrated with me.I started to run, panic setting in me. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to f
Eden Monroe. I walked into the hospital and approached the receptionist's desk. As I spoke with the nurse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The sterile white walls, the smell of antiseptic, and the hushed whispers of doctors and nurses all made me feel out of place.After the nurse instructed me to wait, I sat down in the waiting room. As I looked around, I felt like someone was watching me. I turned my head, but no one was there. I shrugged it off and tried to relax, but the feeling persisted.Suddenly, a cold draft swept through the room, causing my hair to stand on end. I felt as though something was trying to reach out to me from beyond the walls. I tried to rationalize it as just my nerves, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched by something or someone. Finally, the nurse called my name, jolting me back to reality. I got up and followed the nurse down a long, dimly lit hallway towards the doctor's office. As I walked, I couldn't help but feel a sen
Dorian Grimaldi.A restless week had crawled by, weighed down by the anguish and fear that clutched my heart. The memory of Eden's abduction by the hunters haunted my every waking moment, fueling my relentless determination to bring her back unharmed. The pain of her absence gnawed at me, making each passing second feel like an eternity. But now, against all odds, we had reached an agreement—a fragile truce born from Eden's courageous negotiations.As the Alpha King, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon my shoulders. The safety of our pack rested on the delicate threads of this newfound alliance. The hunters, once our sworn enemies, were now our reluctant allies, bound by a shared understanding of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.Within the pack, whispers echoed through the corridors of our territory, carrying the news of the agreement that Eden had orchestrated. Some greeted the news with hope, their weary hearts yearning for peace and a chance to rebuild what had
Eden Monroe. I glanced around, taking in the furious expressions etched on the faces of the people gathered in the forest, with Dorian standing out as the embodiment of imminent chaos. His intense gaze scanned my body, searching for any signs of injury or harm inflicted upon me."Don't worry, Dorian. I'm alright. They didn't lay a finger on me," I reassured him, my voice steady despite the tumultuous atmosphere."How can I be sure they won't hurt you?" Dorian erupted with anger, his voice booming through the forest, carrying his concerns on the wind.My heart skipped a beat as I felt the waves of his emotions crashing against me. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, wanting to calm the tempest brewing within him. "Dorian, I understand your fear, but you have to trust me. They won't harm me."His eyes blazed with a fiery mix of concern and rage, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look at them, Eden! They're like a pack of fools, hungry for blood!""Hey! Who are you calling fool
Dorian Grimaldi. After what seemed like forever, I finally had the crown on my head and became the new Alpha King. The people bowed down to show respect, and they all shouted, "Long live the king" together.Yet, a disquieting restlessness stirred within the depths of my being, an unsettling void that gnawed at my insides. My wolf, an instinctual creature of the wild, sensed an absence, a void in our shared bond, and it troubled me deeply.Searching the sea of faces, my eyes yearned for the presence of the one person who was meant to stand beside me on this momentous occasion. But she was nowhere to be found, like a fleeting dream that evaporates with the first rays of dawn. Where could she be? What could have caused her to be absent during this pivotal juncture?I looked around, hoping to see my Eden standing beside me on the stage, but she was nowhere to be found. My wolf felt restless, and I couldn't understand what was happening.I saw Gustavo standing with his mate, Ben, but my m
Eden Monroe.I hurriedly made my way towards Ben, who stood at the front, my mind still plagued by unsettling thoughts. "Hey, Ben," I called out, desperately seeking his attention."Yeah, Queen. What's up?" he responded, addressing me by the new title that would soon be bestowed upon me."Funny. I need to talk to you," I replied, urgency lacing every word, my tone betraying my inner turmoil."Are you okay? Cold feet? You don't want to be queen?" Ben inquired, his eyes filled with concern."No, it's not that... Ugh, just please, be serious for once. This is really important," I pleaded, my voice tinged with frustration.Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Ben guided me to a secluded corridor in the bustling hall. "Alright, now tell me, what's the problem?" he asked, his voice lowering as if to match the intensity of the situation.Taking a deep breath, I relayed to him everything I had overheard from the conversation of those I accidentally eavesdropped on."Wait, did you just sa
Dorian Grimaldi.The night had descended, casting an eerie ambiance over the grand mansion. The air was thick with anticipation, but the atmosphere felt different from the previous ball. Instead of joyous faces, I was met with stern expressions as guests made their way through the ornate entrance.Taking my place at the entrance, I stood tall, flanked by Ben, my trusted companion. Adorned in a gown fit for a queen, my dress for the coronation exuded elegance and regality.The fabric, a shimmering midnight blue, flowed gracefully around me, cascading in gentle waves. Its ethereal quality captured the moonlight, creating an enchanting display as I moved. The gown hugged my frame, accentuating my curves while allowing for ease of movement.Intricate silver embroidery adorned the bodice, tracing delicate patterns. Each stitch was meticulously crafted, adding a touch of celestial beauty to the ensemble. The neckline, adorned with a scattering of opalescent beads, caught the light, creating
Dorian Grimaldi.The day of my placement as Alpha king had finally arrived, and the atmosphere in the pack house crackled with anticipation. The halls were teeming with werewolves, their energy palpable as they hurriedly prepared for the momentous coronation. I could sense the eyes of my pack members upon me, their expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders.Lost in my thoughts, I stood in the midst of the bustling crowd when Gustavo, my steadfast beta, approached me with a grave expression. He handed me a letter, and as I perused its contents, my initial disbelief gave way to a steely resolve. The Mendalv clan, our once dependable allies, had chosen to sever their ties with the werewolf community, leaving us vulnerable and without a safety net.I read through the details of the letter, my face a mask of indifference, though inside, a storm brewed. Gustavo's voice held a tinge of urgency as he stressed the gravity of the situation, emphasizing the absence of a backup plan should th
EDEN MONROEAs my eyes slowly fluttered open, the warm rays of the sun caressed my face, nudging me from the realm of dreams into the waking world. Instinctively, I turned to shield myself from the intrusive light, only to find myself mere inches away from Dorian, whose eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. The sight of him, wide awake and undeniably handsome, sent a jolt of surprise coursing through my veins."Oh, you're awake now?" I muttered, my voice laced with a mix of grogginess and playful annoyance.Dorian's lips curled into a knowing smile, his voice filled with teasing amusement. "I never slept, you see. Someone kept me up all night," he replied, his tone dripping with playful insinuation.A blush erupted across my cheeks, the heat spreading like wildfire down my neck and into the depths of my being. Caught off guard by his remark, I stammered, "I-I... well, that's not... I mean… I did not."Dorian's laughter rumbled in his chest, a deep, melodious sound that washed over me
Dorian Grimaldi.The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.As I neared my hidden sanctuary, a sense of anticipation mingled with the primal instincts that guided my every move. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the impending encounter that awaited me. And then, like a whisper in the wind, I heard voices—two distinct voices—tantalizingly close.With the grace of a predator stalking its prey, I slowed my pace, a silent predator navigating the shadowed realm of the forest. My keen senses heightened, I cautiously approached
Dorian Grimaldi. As I strolled down the dimly lit corridor, the weight of the earlier confrontation with my mother still lingered in the air, gnawing at my insides. The atmosphere seemed to mirror my unease, with shadows dancing ominously along the walls, creating an eerie backdrop to my troubled thoughts.Just as despair threatened to consume me entirely, a flicker of movement caught my attention. My eyes darted to the end of the hallway, where Ben and Jasmine were engaged in a frantic dash. Their figures glided effortlessly through the gloom, their silhouettes radiating a sense of urgency that piqued my curiosity.Desperate to intercept them before they disappeared from sight, I called out to them, my voice laced with a mix of concern and longing. "Ben! Jasmine!" I yelled, my words floating through the air like a whispered plea, hoping to halt their hasty retreat. Yet, the echoes of my voice seemed swallowed by the ominous silence that enveloped the corridor.Undeterred, I quickene