Dorian Grimaldi. .I sat in my large leather chair, surrounded by papers and reports from various pack members. My pack was thriving, and with that came the responsibility of managing its affairs. I had spent countless hours reviewing and approving business proposals, listening to disputes, and overseeing the training of new recruits.As I was deeply engrossed in a particularly long and complicated report, there was a knock on my door. Without looking up, I gruffly called out, "Come in."My beta, Gustavo, entered the room with a worried expression on his face. "Alpha, we have a problem," he said, his voice tinged with urgency.Dorian looked up, his expression wary. "I told you not to call me that whenever we are together. What is it?" I asked, my tone clipped."We've had some reports of rogue wolves in the south of our pack territory," Gustav replied. "They've been causing some trouble, stealing from local farms and causing general chaos. We need to address this before it gets out of
Eden Monroe. As I walked deeper into the forest, the soft crunching of leaves beneath my feet echoed through the trees. The memory of Dorian's bloody figure appeared in my mind, making her shiver. I remember it like it was yesterday, when in fact it's been three days but the image was still vivid in my head. I could almost feel his frantic hands on her, his panicked apologies as he explained to me what had happened. The sound of a twig snapping suddenly interrupted her thoughts, causing my heart to race. I stopped in my tracks, listening intently to the eerie silence that followed. It was then that I noticed something moving in the shadows. I couldn't make out what it was, but I knew it wasn't friendly. My hand instinctively went to my bag, ready to run far away if necessary. My senses were on high alert as I tried to get a better view of whatever was lurking in the darkness. My mind raced, wondering if it was another rogue wolf or perhaps something even worse. The tension in the a
Dorian Grimaldi. "Eden, where are you? Are you in trouble?" A familiar voice asked on the other end of the line. It was Dorian, who always had a sixth sense when it came to danger because he is a wolf. My wolf."Dorian?" I asked, surprised. "Why are you calling me with another number ?""It doesn't matter," he said urgently. "I had a feeling something was wrong, and when I couldn't get in touch with you, I got worried. Are you okay?""I'm fine," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm with Sephira.""Sephira? Why?" he asked. "Stay there. I'll be there soon."Before I could protest or ask him any questions, he hung up. I stared at my phone, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. Dorian always seemed to be one step ahead of danger, and if he was worried, then maybe I should be too.Sephira sensed my unease and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, dear. If anyone can protect you, it's Dorian."I nodded, hoping she was right. But deep down, I couldn't shake the fee
Dorian Grimaldi. I stood before the hunters, my muscles tensed and ready to strike. I could feel my blood boiling with anger, my instincts urging me to protect my mate at any cost. The hunters have been coming too close to my territory, and I wouldn't allow them to harm any of my people.I watched as they slowly backed away, fear evident in their eyes, but they tried to hold out—trying to prove tough. But it wasn't enough to quell the rage burning inside me. How dare they lay a threat at me and my mate. With a fierce growl, they moved back away from me. Cowards.It seems that they didn't know who the hunter was, or who she was meant to be. I still had not found concrete evidence that Eden was a hunter. I noticed one of the hunters tried to move closer to Eden and I lost it. With a fierce growl, I lunged forward, my claws slashing through the air. The sound of flesh tearing filled the forest, followed by the screams of the hunter as he fell to the ground, writhing in agony because of
Dorian Grimaldi. My heart was pounding with rage as I listened to the voice on the other end of the line. I gripped the phone tightly, my knuckles turning white. How dare this man call from Eden's phone! He had no right to invade her privacy like this.I answered the call, "What do you want and why are you calling from Eden's phone?" I asked, my voice dripping with anger.The man chuckled, taunting me. "I should be asking you, alpha. What are you doing with the daughter of a hunter?" he said, his voice dripping with disdain.The revelation of what he just said hit me like a ton of bricks. I had heard it from my mother and the things I have seen Eden do made me want to believe, but I didn't want to believe it, but the words from Eden's father made it impossible to ignore."Why should I believe you?" I asked him, struggling to keep my voice steady."Believe what you want, alpha. But if you know what's good for you and your pack, you'll stay away from my daughter," he spat, his anger pa
Eden Monroe.I found myself standing in the middle of a grand castle, its high ceilings and dark corners looming over me like a heavy weight. I couldn't make out any details in the room, but I could feel the cold stone walls pressing in on me from all sides. The air was thick and musty with an unknown presence, and I felt a sudden chill down my spine. As I looked around, I noticed there wasn't a single source of light in the room, and it was impossible to see anything clearly. Suddenly, I heard faint whispers that seemed to be coming from all directions. I couldn't make out what the voices were saying, but I felt like they were taunting me, and it made my heart race with fear.As the whispers grew louder and more menacing, I stumbled back, losing my balance and falling to the ground. As I landed with a thud, a loud whooshing sound echoed through the room. I could feel something or someone behind me, and I knew it wasn't good.I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it was all just a bad dre
Eden Monroe. He answered it with a scowl on his face. I couldn't help but overhear bits of the conversation - it seemed like whoever was on the other end was not giving him good news. Charles' expression darkened further, and he began to speak more sharply, his voice rising in frustration.Then, without warning, he turned to me and barked, "Leave." I jumped at the suddenness of his command, but didn't dare question him. Without missing a beat, I quickly made my way out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind me. As I retreated to my own room, I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten Charles so riled up - and whether it had anything to do with me.As I paced around my room, my heart beating fast with worry, I tried to recall the last time I had seen the book. I searched through my memory, but nothing came up. Suddenly, a memory struck me like a bolt of lightning. I remembered giving the book to Dorian, my… I have no idea what to call him. We were not in a relationship, but we h
As I sat at my desk, overlooking the sprawling grounds of my hotel business on my computer, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. This was part of my empire, my second legacy, and I had built it from the ground up with no help involved. But just as I was about to dial another number, a voice interrupted my thoughts. It was one of my trusted associates who I had put in charge of my business, he was sounding anxious and urgent."Alpha, we have a problem," he said, his voice cracking with tension.My heart rate spiked as I sat up straight, all thoughts of business forgotten. "What kind of problem?" I demanded."It's the Zeta Moon pack," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. "They've been causing trouble in one of your branches of hotels, and now they're threatening to boycott our entire company."My mind raced as I tried to process this information. The Zeta Moon pack was known for their volatile temper and their hostile behavior to their own kind. If they were tr
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