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
Eden Monroe. In the silence of the park, I waited anxiously for Dorian's response to my question about mates. When he finally spoke, my heart leaped with joy as he revealed that he was, in fact, referring to me. It was as if the entire universe had shifted, and all that mattered was the man on the other end of the bench."Me? You were talking about me?" I asked, my voice trembling with excitement."Yes, Eden. You're my mate," Dorian replied, his voice rich with emotion.I was overwhelmed with a sense of euphoria, but at the same time, a nagging sense of doubt crept in. "But what does that mean? What am I supposed to do now?"Dorian let out a soft chuckle. "It means that we're meant to be together, Eden. It's a bond that runs deeper than anything you've ever known. As for what you're supposed to do, just be yourself. We'll figure it out together."As we talked, I felt a growing sense of awe and wonder at the realization that I was now part of a world that few knew existed. But the mor
Eden Monroe. As I perused the shelves of the library, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment creeping up inside me. I had been hoping to find a book or two about mythical creatures, particularly werewolves, but so far, I had come up empty-handed. Despite the vast collection of books at my disposal, there seemed to be a gaping hole where the books I needed should be.A quick glance around the library confirmed that there was no one else in my vicinity. I chewed my bottom lip thoughtfully, weighing the pros and cons of seeking out the librarian's help. On one hand, he might be able to point me in the right direction, but on the other hand, I wasn't sure I was ready to share my interest in the supernatural with anyone else.My gaze wandered aimlessly over the spines of the books, until suddenly, I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach. It was a strange feeling, like something was pulling me in a particular direction. Without hesitation, I followed the pull, wandering deeper in