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
Eden Monroe. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips met mine. My body responded instinctively to his touch, my own desires awakening with each passing moment. I knew that we were in public, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not when Dorian was holding me like this, his strong arms wrapped around my body, and his warm breath on my skin.As we kissed, I felt Dorian's manhood grow hard against my thigh. I broke away from the kiss, looking down at his arousal, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued. I had totally forgotten he was naked. "You like what you see?" Dorian asked with a smirk.I nodded slowly, biting my lip, "I... I didn't know it could get that big," I admitted shyly.Dorian chuckled. "It's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a part of me, a part of who I am as a werewolf."He leaned in to kiss me again, but this time, his hands started to roam my body. I gasped as he cupped my breast, squeezing it gently. My body trembled with excitement as I felt his other hand mo