Eden Monroe. I was numb, my mind racing as I tried to process the shocking revelation that Dorian had just dropped on me. Everything I had ever known to be true about my family was a lie. My parents, the ones who had raised me from birth, were not my real parents. My sisters, whom I had grown up with and loved, were not my sisters at all. And now, to top it all off, I discovered that my real parents were part of the supernatural world.The weight of it all was suffocating, and I felt as if I was drowning in a sea of emotions. Confusion, anger, and disbelief battled for dominance within me, leaving me feeling adrift and unsure of what to believe. How could I have been so blind for so long?As I struggled to make sense of it all, a single word kept echoing in my mind: "supernatural." It was a word that brought with it a whole host of images - werewolves, vampires, witches, and other creatures of the night. It was a world that I had always thought was just a figment of someone's imagina
Dorian Grimaldi. As I followed the intoxicating scent of Eden, my heart beat faster with each step. My wolf was urging me to seek her out and I couldn't resist the pull. I soon found her standing by the large glass windows overlooking the gardens. Her long, red hair cascaded down her back in waves, and she wore a simple yet elegant dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The sight of her made my heart skip a beat."Eden," I breathed, as I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. She leaned back into my embrace, sighing contentedly."Hello, love," she said, her voice soft and warm.I nuzzled my face deep into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. "What brings you here?" I asked, my lips brushing against her skin."I missed you," she murmured, turning around to face me. Her Hazel eyes met my gray ones, filled with love and adoration. "And I have some news to share." She added.I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What kind of news?"Eden's face lit up with excitement. "
Eden Monroe. As I lay on my bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if something was lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. The room felt suffocating, and I longed for a breath of fresh air.I got up from the bed and walked over to the window, opening it wide. The cool air rushed in, bringing with it the faint scent of pine trees and damp earth. I leaned my head out, letting the wind ruffle my hair and cool my heated skin.But even the refreshing breeze couldn't calm my racing thoughts. Dorian's words echoed in my mind, taunting me with their implications. Was it really possible? Could I really be a supernatural being, like he said?I shook my head, trying to dispel the doubts and fears that were threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I had to face this head-on, no matter how daunting it may seem.With a newfound determination, I closed the window and turned to face the room once more. I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever may come my way.With a heavy
Dorian Grimaldi. I was intoxicated by Eden's kiss. I couldn't get enough of her, and the animalistic side of me was taking over. I pulled her closer to me, holding her tightly, feeling the warmth and the softness of her lips. The world around us ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in the moment.As she broke the kiss and pulled away from me, I didn't want to let her go. My wolf was growling inside of me, wanting more of her. I watched as she sat on my bed, her eyes locked onto mine. I couldn't help but admire her beauty, the way her eyes shone so brightly, and the way her lips looked so inviting and tempting."I love you Eden," I whispered, the words tumbling from my lips without hesitation. I watched as a tear fell from her eye, and I felt my heart clench. I knew that I had to be careful with her, that I couldn't let my wolf take over completely.But then, Eden surprised me completely by placing her lips on mine, with a sense of urgency that matched my own. My hands splayed all over
Eden Monroe. I walked away from Dorian's embrace, my heart racing and my cheeks flushed. I could still feel the heat of his touch on my skin and the electricity of his lips on mine. As I made my way to the room, my thoughts were consumed with the intensity of the moment. I was thinking like a pure slut. Entering my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, my breaths coming in short gasps. I couldn't believe what had just happened between me and Dorian. It was like a dream come true, but at the same time, it felt like a forbidden pleasure.My mind was in turmoil as I sat on the edge of my bed. I wondered what Dorian was thinking and feeling at that moment. Was he experiencing the same intensity as I was? I knew I had to talk to him, but I didn't know how to approach the topic.Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Eden, are you okay?" It was Dorian's voice, and it sent shivers down my spine."Y-yes, I'm fine," I stuttered, my voice barely abov
Dorian Grimaldi. As the weeks went by, Eden and I had become inseparable. We trained together every day, honing our skills and learning to work as a team. There was something about her that drew me in, a fierce determination and a fire in her eyes that I couldn't resist.One day, as we sparred in the training room, I could feel the intensity of her energy building. Suddenly, she lunged at me, her hand reaching out to touch me. I felt a surge of power as her hunter's gift activated, and I was caught off guard.I tried to pull away, but it was like a magnetic force was pulling me towards her. Her touch was electrifying, and I felt my strength draining away with each passing moment. My vision began to blur, and I could feel myself slipping away."Eden, stop!" I managed to gasp, struggling to break free. "You're draining me!"She pulled away, looking startled. "What? I didn't mean to-"I stumbled backwards, feeling weak and dizzy. "It's okay," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I just wa
Eden Monroe. I emerged from the steamy bathtub, my damp towel hugging my curvaceous figure. But as I took a step forward, a strange sensation rippled through my body, leaving me feeling unsettled and anxious. I had been feeling this way ever since me and Dorian had started our rigorous training sessions, but I had brushed it off as mere fatigue.But now, as I made my way to my room with Dorian following closely behind, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right. "What's going on with me?" I thought to myself.As we walked, I could sense Dorian's intense gaze burning into my back. It was like a scorching heat that pierced through my towel and into my flesh, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I tried to shake off the feeling, but it only seemed to intensify.Dorian stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch my shoulder. "I think I should step out, so you can get changed," he said. "You don't have to be shy in front of me." I nodded, grateful for his concern.
Dorian Grimaldi. I eagerly shed my clothes, my wolf agitated and impatient to join Eden in the bathtub. My muscles rippled with tension as I stepped closer to the edge of the tub, unable to resist the magnetic pull of the naked beauty before me.I couldn't help but drink in the sight of her, her wet hair plastered to her neck and shoulders, the towel wrapped tightly around her body but still revealing tantalizing glimpses of her curves. My heart pounded in my chest, my wolf urging me to claim her as my own.As I lowered myself into the tub, the icy water enveloping my body, I felt a shiver of desire run through me. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and I knew that my own was impossible to hide."Come on," my wolf growled, unable to contain his need any longer. "Let me in there with you. I promise to be gentle."Eden's eyes widened at the intensity of my gaze, but she didn't object as I slid into the water beside her. The heat of her body pressed against mine, and I felt a
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