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
Dorian Grimaldi. As the sun began to set, I strolled along the cobblestone path that led to the outskirts of town. I was lost in thought, contemplating my upcoming title to become the next Alpha King. The position came with great power and responsibility, but it also meant I had to make tough decisions that would affect the lives of many.As I walked, I heard a soft, melodic voice singing in the distance. Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound until I came upon a clearing in the woods. There, I saw my woman with her long, flowing red hair sitting on a rock, strumming a guitar. I was entranced by her beauty and her music. I listened as she sang of love and loss, and I felt myself drawn to her.As I approached Eden, a sudden growling noise interrupted her singing, and my ears perked up. I quickly scanned the surrounding area and saw a rogue werewolf heading towards her, saliva dripping from its jaws.Without thinking, I morphed into my wolf form and ran towards the creature, baring my
Eden Monroe. I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling as the sunlight poured in through my window. It had been a week since my family had locked me in my room, and I was starting to feel like a prisoner in my own home. The incident with the wolf had changed everything. At first, I was grateful for my family's concern. They had hovered over me, checking on me constantly and making sure I had everything I needed. But as the days dragged on, the confinement became unbearable. My room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage. The world I had just learnt about was thrilling to me, even though I almost got killed a week ago, by luck I survived. I remembered seeing something surprising, before I got home, all my open injuries I had were all closed up and I was left gaping in amazement. I didn't know who to tell and even if I had, I had no idea how to explain something like that. The only person I could tell was Dorian who had been MIA since a week ago. I remember the scene that happened
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