Eden Monroe.I opened my eyes, and my head was throbbing, making it difficult for me to concentrate. I looked around the room, but there was no one in sight. With a groan, I got down from the bed, my feet barely able to hold my weight. Slowly but surely, I made my way towards the window side of the room, my eyes squinting in the bright sunlight.As I made my way to the window, the breathtaking sight before me took my breath away. The view of the pack was beyond magnificent. The lush green forest extended as far as my eyes could see, and the sun shone down on the pack, casting a warm golden glow over the entire area. The pack was a bustling hive of activity. I watched as the people moved about, tending to their daily tasks. Some were training in the yard, their muscles rippling with each movement as they perfected their techniques. Others were tending to the gardens, their gentle hands carefully tending to the vibrant flowers and plants.As I gazed out the window, I couldn't help but f
Dorian Grimaldi. I gestured towards the plate of pancakes on the counter. "I told you to feed her properly, and this is what you give her? Pancakes?!"Olivia looked taken aback, but Sarah just shrugged. "It's not my fault she's not one of us," she said coolly.I was livid, mad at her utter disregard to me, as I was about to step forward. . . Eden put a hand on my arm. "It's fine," she said, trying to keep me from losing it, "I'm not that hungry anyway." She added, trying to pacify me. I turned to face her, my eyes softening a little, "No, it's not fine," I said, my voice gentler now. "You deserve to be treated with respect, and that includes being fed properly. I'll make sure it never happens again."She smiled weakly at me, loss of words. I turned back to face both Sarah and Olivia, "Listen to me, this is the last time in your dreaded life that you will ever speak to me like that again or else. . . You know what I am going to do to you." I said to them, my eyes were more on Sarah
Eden Monroe..I was startled awake by a loud thud in the middle of the night. I sat up in bed, trying to discern the source of the noise. That's when I noticed the room was freezing, and an icy breeze was blowing through the window.As I looked towards the window, my eyes widened in horror. A dark figure was hovering outside, its glowing eyes fixed on her. It looked like something out of a nightmare, with twisted limbs and sharp claws that gleamed in the moonlight.I tried to scream, but my voice was caught in my throat. I felt frozen with fear, unable to move a muscle. The figure started to move towards me, its shadowy form sliding through the window as if it were made of smoke.Just as the creature was about to pounce on me, I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. It had all been a nightmare. Or had it?As I tried to calm my racing heart, I realized that the room was still freezing, and an eerie breeze was blowing through the window. I slowly turned my head towards the window, half expe
Eden Monroe. Ben's voice broke the silence, "Eden, what are you doing here?" he asked, his tone laced with confusion and surprise. I could see the flicker of recognition in his eyes, but it was clear he didn't expect to see me here in the Grimaldi Pack.My heart was racing with a million emotions as I struggled to find the right words to say. Ben's deep voice, filled with surprise and confusion, only added to the intensity of the moment. "I should be asking you that," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I never expected to see you here."Ben took a step closer to me, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled. He was still the same Ben I had known my entire life, but there was something different about him. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. As he embraced me, I felt a rush of emotions flood through me. Tears streamed down my face as I held onto him tightly, feeling the weight of all the times we had been apart. "Neither did I," Ben
Eden Monroe. After confessing everything to Ben, his face transformed into a kaleidoscope of emotions, and a sense of joy radiated from his countenance. "Goodness gracious, Eden, you had the time of your life!" he exclaimed, beaming at me.I returned his smile, but my thoughts quickly turned to the pressing matter at hand. "Ben," I began hesitantly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks, "could you enlighten me about life in the pack? Are there amicable individuals to be found?"My voice was urgent as I sought answers to my lingering questions, eager to know more about the community I had found myself in. I craved details, and I longed for someone to tell me everything that I needed to know.Ben's face fell as he spoke, "I never knew that the world of the wolves was real until I stumbled into it. I was just a regular human who got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. When the pack found me, I thought it was the end of my life. But then, they accepted me as o
Dorian Grimaldi.I led my soldiers into the pack's borders, our wolf forms snarling with aggression as we scented the rogue intruders who had dared to infiltrate our borders. With fierce determination, we dispersed the enemy, driving them away from the pack. Morphing back into my human form, I surveyed my soldiers, my keen eyes taking in every detail. I knew that they had done well, but I also knew that they needed to be more vigilant in the future. "We cannot let this happen again," I said firmly, my voice laced with a steely resolve. As I waited for my second-in-command, Gustavo, to arrive, I couldn't help but worry about the safety of my pack. "Where are you?" I mindlinked Gustavo, my concern palpable. "I'm on my way," Gustavo responded, his tone urgent. My heart leaped with relief at Gustavo's reply, but I couldn't help but ask about my mate, Eden. "How is she? Is she alright?" I inquired, my voice tinged with worry. "She's fine," Gustavo replied, a hint of amusement in his v
Dorian Grimaldi.It's been a grueling week of strenuous exercise and training, my muscles were fatigued and my mind was weary. The once jovial and carefree demeanor of my mate, Dorian, had drastically shifted, and I couldn't help but notice the newfound rigidity in his movements and tone.When he had gotten the letter then, I was concerned for him, I prodded about the contents of the letter he had received, hoping to glean some insight into his altered behavior. However, Dorian was evasive, only divulging that it was an invitation to a ball his mother had organized in honor of the Alpha king coronation.As I walked towards the training ground, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had taken hold of me since Dorian had received that mysterious letter. The usually bustling pack house was quiet, with most of the wolves occupied with their own activities or off doing pack business. Dorian was nowhere to be found, which wasn't surprising as he had been scarce since the letter arr
Dorian Grimaldi. I strode with a purposeful gait towards my mother's opulent chambers, my footsteps echoing through the grand halls of my ancestral home. My mind was fraught with confusion and indignation at the news that the Mendalv family had been welcomed into my pack without my knowledge or consent. I stormed into my mother's chamber, my rage palpable as I confronted her without preamble. "What is the meaning of this? Why have the Mendalvs been allowed into my home?" My words were laced with anger.The lady of the house, Maurie Grimaldi, resplendent in a silken gown, regarded me with a smile that did nothing to quell my ire. "Why, my dear boy, they are here for the ball, of course. You didn't think I would neglect to invite them, did you?" she replied, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance at my outburst.My scowl deepened, and I strode closer to her, my hands balled into fists. "The Mendalvs have no place here. Their presence is an affront to our family, and I will not stand
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