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. As I approached her, I called out her name, but there was no response. She was completely unresponsive.My heart sank as I realized that something had happened to her. I tried to shake her gently, hoping to rouse her from her unconscious state. But still, there was no response. Panic began to set in as I realized that I didn't know what to do.Thankfully, I could hear the steady beating of her heart. That was a small comfort, but it wasn't enough to quell my growing concern for her safety. "I'm sorry, Eden." I whispered. I knew that Eden was completely unaware of the supernatural world, and I couldn't bear the thought of her being thrust into it without any warning. The creature she saw had obviously frightened her beyond measure, and I could only imagine the trauma she was experiencing. I vowed to do whatever it took to keep her safe from the dangers that lurked in the shadows.As I sat there beside her, I couldn't help but take in the beauty of the park around us
Eden Monroe. I suddenly woke up, gasping with beads of sweat on my forehead, and sat up on the bed. I had just had a terrifying dream where monsters were about to devour me. To my terror, the creatures in my dream resembled the werewolves I had seen in movies and the experience felt so authentic, the agony felt genuine. I quickly checked my arms for any sign of harm, but thankfully, they were unscathed.Letting out a heavy sigh of disappointment, I brought my hand up to my face and pressed my palm against my forehead. It was all just a figment of my imagination, I thought to myself, reassuringly reminding myself that werewolves were not real. However, little did I know that my assumptions were about to be challenged.As I was about to recline back onto the bed, my eyes wandered around the room and I couldn't help but notice my surroundings. The bed I was on was no ordinary bed; it was a majestic canopy bed adorned with pristine white curtains that blurred everything beyond its confin
As I was in the car driving Eden home, I recollected the conversation I had with my mother. We had a lot of disputes, and I tried to be reasonable with her, but it's lady Maurie Grimaldi, she never listens. "The mate bond is sacred, Mother. You cannot break it just because you want me to mate someone else because of a treaty," I said to my mother."And I can't stand the sight of Lenora. I can't force myself to feel something that's not there,""You don't have to love her. The mate bond is not about love, it's about duty and responsibility. Your duty is to your park, and the bond ensures the continuity of our bloodline," my mother had argued.I had heard enough of it. I respected my mother, but I couldn't accept her words. I couldn't spend my entire life with someone I didn't love. And then there was Eden. She was different. I felt something for her, something I couldn't explain.It was until I parked in front of Monroe's house did I stop to look at Eden. She was sleeping, her hea
Eden Monroe. I found myself in the middle of a dark forest, with no memory of how I got there. I could hear the leaves rustling and the branches creaking, but I couldn't see anything beyond a few feet in front of me. Suddenly, a howl echoed through the trees, making my heart skip a beat. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. I was stuck, like a deer in the headlights.The howling grew louder and closer, until I could see the silhouette of a wolf emerge from the shadows. It was huge, with matted fur and gleaming yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The wolf approached me slowly, its jaws gaping open, revealing sharp, white teeth.I closed my eyes and prayed that it was just a dream. But when I opened them again, I was no longer in the forest. I was in the middle of a deserted city which looked like North Creekville, surrounded by abandoned buildings and broken streetlights. The sky was red, as if on fire, and there was a strange s
Dorian Grimaldi. It's been two fucking days since I spoke with Eden, I paced around my room, trying to come up with a plan, Gustavo's voice interrupted my thoughts. "So, let me get this straight," he said, "Eden has a mark on her neck, and you didn't put it there?"I glared at him, feeling a surge of anger rising within me. How could he even ask such a question? Gustavo was a wolf like me, and we both knew that the mark on Eden's neck was not something that could be explained by human means.The truth was, I had been avoiding the subject of my kind with Eden, even though we had been seeing each other for months now, but not dating. It was a risk that I had taken because I wanted to protect her from the dangers that came with being involved with a werewolf.But now, as I gazed at Gustavo's skeptical expression, I knew that I had to tell Eden the truth. The longer I waited, the more danger she would be in. It was time for her to know about the existence of the supernatural world and ou
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