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
Eden Monroe. As I walked briskly down the street, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me. I turned around to check, but there was no one there. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my palms were sweaty as I quickened my pace. I needed to get home and hide the book before anyone discovered it.As I turned the corner onto my street, I saw a familiar figure standing outside my house. It was my father, Charles. I froze in my tracks, unsure of what to do. He was the last person I wanted to see right now, especially with the book in my possession.My father noticed me and began to walk towards me, a skeptical look on his face. "Eden, what are you doing out when you're not meant to be? And why do you look so anxious?" he asked, scrutinizing me with his gaze. I tried to compose myself and act casual, but my nerves were getting the best of me. "Oh, nothing. I just needed to clear my head before my exams start," I lied, hoping he would believe me.He raised an eyebrow sk
Dorian Grimaldi.I paced back and forth, my mind racing with thoughts of the Zeta Moon Pack. My boys had been in a scuffle with them earlier, and tensions were running high. My jaw was set tight, and my fists were clenched as I tried to control the anger that was simmering inside of me. The air in the room grew thick with tension as Gustavo continued to make calls, trying to get more information. I could feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on me, and I knew that I needed to act quickly to ensure the safety of my pack. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves, my eyes flashing with determination."Any news?" I asked, hoping for some kind of solution.Gustavo looked up at me, his face serious. "For the hotel, it's calm now. But there's another problem." He said. "What is it now?" He stood up from the desk where he sat and slouched on the couch, "Lenora and her father are going to come to the Grimaldi mansion soon. I don't know why."I frowned. "What could they w
Eden Monroe. I sat in the bustling cafeteria of my college, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of chatter filled the air around me as students bustled in and out of the room, seemingly unaware of the turmoil brewing inside me.As I sipped my steaming cup of coffee, I couldn't help but wonder if I was on the right path. The uncertainty of my future weighed heavily on my mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. I watched as my classmates laughed and chatted, envious of their apparent ease and carefree nature. I longed for the same sense of contentment and peace, but it seemed just out of my reach. Deep down, I knew that I was searching for something more, something that would give my life meaning and purpose. But what was it? And where could I find it?Lost in thought, I barely noticed as the room began to clear out, and soon I was left alone with my thoughts once again. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what w
Dorian Grimaldi. I scooped Eden up from the floor, her body limp and bloodied. My wolf howled in anguish at the sight of our mate in such a state. I surveyed the apartment, taking in the chaos and destruction wrought by the wolf and the vampire's attack. Everywhere I looked, I saw signs of struggle and violence, but no sign of the attacker.My mind traveled back to what the counsels had said, "I leave them no choice." My blood boiled with rage at their words. How dare they think they had the right to make decisions about my life and dare to put my mate in harm's way?My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I struggled to control my anger. The urge to lash out, to hunt down every single person who is responsible and tear them apart, was overwhelming. My wolf snarled and paced within me, desperate for blood. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I couldn't let my anger get the best of me, not when Eden's life was at stake. But the anger lingered, a constant
Eden Monroe. I found myself, running through a dark, twisted forest. The gnarled trees seemed to close in around me, their twisted spiny branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. I could hear the sounds of rustling leaves and snapping twigs all around me, and I knew that something was chasing me- something monstrous and otherworldly. Something deadly. As I ran, my heart pounded in my chest and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face and the ache in my legs as I stumbled and fell repeatedly on the harsh, unforgiving ground.But no matter how far I ran, I couldn't escape the sounds of pursuit. I heard the pounding of footsteps behind me and the snarling of something feral and hungry. I turned towards the direction, and that's when I saw them - a pack of wolves, their eyes glowing brightly in the darkness as they circled around me.I tried to run, but my legs would not obey my commands. The wolves closed in around me, their fangs bared and
Dorian Grimaldi. As I watched Eden run away from me and speared me with her words, my heart sank with a deep sense of despair. I could feel the sadness emanating from my wolf as well, knowing that we had both failed to protect our mate. The weight of this failure was heavy on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.As I watched Eden cry for hours, my heart ached with a pain that I couldn't put into words. I wanted nothing more than to hold her close and comfort her, but every time I tried to approach her, she pulled away, keeping her distance far away from me.The sight of her tears made me feel like a failure, and I wished I could turn back time to protect her from whatever and whoever had caused her pain. I couldn't bear to see her in such a vulnerable state, and I knew that I had to do some things to make everything right."Eden, please don't cry. I'm here for you, and I'll always protect you," I said softly, trying to reassure her. But she remained sil
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