Eden Monroe. As Lenora took a seat across from me, I couldn't help but notice the unsettling grin on her face. It was as if she knew something that I didn't. "Hello there. Who are you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness.I could feel the tension rising in the air as Ben quickly jumped in, his voice laced with anger. "Cut the bullshit, Lenora. Don't act like you don't know her," he spat, his eyes narrowed into a fierce glare that could slice through steel.Lenora's smile never faltered, but there was a glint in her eyes that made me feel uneasy. "Oh, but I do know her. Eden Monroe, the new girl who has bewitched the man I love. I've heard so much about you," she said, her words slow and deliberate, as if she was savoring each syllable.Ben continued to speak without any regard for the consequences, and I noticed Lenora's face. Her previously calm demeanor was now replaced with a fiery intensity that made me want to leave the dining room,"Oh, shut up. Eden didn't bewi
Dorian Grimaldi. I was about to leave the room when Eden's soft tone stopped me, I turned to face her and her eyes fluttered open, revealing those beautiful hazel eyes that always made my heart skip a beat. "Where are you off to now?" she asked softly, her voice still heavy with sleep.I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before answering her. "Just some work with Gus, need to complete it." I said, forcing a smile. "And I also heard your stomach grumbling, so I thought I'd ask the kitchen staff to prepare something for you."Eden's face lit up at the mention of food, and she let out a small giggle. "Thanks, Dorian. You always know how to take care of me."I leaned in to give her a kiss on the forehead, savoring the softness of her skin against my lips. "Anything for you, my queen," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I gave her one last smile before turning to leave the room.I stormed out of my bedroom, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides.How dare Lenora s
Eden Monroe.Today is the day. The night that will decide my fate in the supernatural world. My heart is pounding against my chest, and a sense of unease creeps into my mind. I try to focus on my breathing, but my thoughts, the good and the bad, are all swirling in my head like a whirlpool.I'm lying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts. I can feel the weight of the impending battle bearing down on me, crushing my spirit. I know Dorian wouldn't abandon me, but the bad part of everything is, sometimes I don't know exactly where I stand.My fingers trace the intricate carvings on the bedposts, feeling the cool metal beneath my touch. I close my eyes and try to push aside my doubts and fears, but they linger like a bad dream. Suddenly, the door to my room creaks open, and I jump in surprise."Eden, are you okay?" Dorian's voice is soft and gentle, but I can detect a hint of worry in his tone.I sit up, pulling my knees to my chest. "I don't know, Dorian. I'm sc
Dorian Grimaldi.My eyes shifted toward the crowd, scanning the sea of faces until they settled on my mother, Lady Maurie Grimaldi. She stood there, regal and composed, her countenance giving away nothing of her inner thoughts.But I knew her all too well. A sliver of apprehension slid down my spine as I recalled the conversation we had just last night. Mother had summoned me to her private chambers, an urgent and foreboding request that I couldn't ignore. The memory now resurfaced, mingling with the palpable tension of the present moment.As I stood among the onlookers, the echoes of my mother's words reverberated in my mind, each syllable etched deeply into my consciousness. She had spoken with a mixture of authority and concern, her voice tinged with a subtle edge of manipulation."Dorian," she had begun, her tone measured yet laced with an underlying urgency. "I implore you, reconsider your decision regarding Eden. Lenora is the woman you should be with. She is the one who can sec
Eden Monroe. As I navigated through the sea of pack members, their gazes held a mix of curiosity, admiration, and skepticism. Whispers trailed in my wake, carried on the wind, and reached my ears with fragmented snippets of conversations. Some spoke of my newfound status as the Luna of the esteemed Grimaldi Pack, while others cast judgmental glances, their eyes brimming with doubt and disdain.Despite the weight of their scrutiny, I refused to let it consume me. With every step, I straightened my posture, a defiant resolve kindling within me. The vibrant hues of my hazel eyes sparkled with determination, mirroring the unwavering strength that thrummed through my veins.Spotting Ben and Jasmine conversing in hushed tones with a group of adults, I made my way towards them, weaving through the intricate tapestry of pack members. As soon as they caught sight of me approaching, their conversation halted abruptly, and an air of reverence enveloped them. My heart skipped a beat, caught off g
Eden Monroe. I found myself standing in a breathtaking forest clearing, bathed in the warm glow of the sun. The emerald grass beneath my feet tickled my toes, and the sweet melodies of birds filled the air, their joyful chirping echoing through the trees.Drawn to the soothing sound of a nearby stream, I made my way toward it, eager to immerse myself in its calming presence. The water flowed serenely, casting mesmerizing ripples upon its surface. The tranquility of the scene washed over me, embracing me in a peaceful embrace.But suddenly, the serenity was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. I turned my head, shielding my eyes from the brightness, and there they were—two figures emerging from the light. I squinted, trying to make out their features as they drew closer.As the brightness faded, my vision adjusted, and I recognized them instantly. It was the same man and woman who had appeared in my dreams so many times before. A mixture of curiosity and excitement swirled wi
Dorian Grimaldi.I found myself surrounded by a mountain of paperwork, my office desk a chaotic mess of documents demanding my attention. The exhaustion of the day clung to me like a heavy cloak, making me yearn for nothing more than to retreat to the comfort of my bed, wrapped in the warm embrace of my beloved Eden. Yet, duty called, and I had no choice but to soldier on.Gustavo, my closest confidant and ever-loyal beta, sat at the front of the office, his fingers dancing across the phone as he made crucial calls. The air was charged with anticipation, for the arrival of a significant ball and coronation that would solidify our power and influence was imminent.Lost in my thoughts, Gustavo's mischievous voice jolted me back to the present. He wiggled his eyebrows at me, a playful glint in his eyes, and remarked, "So, everyone noticed you made a rather hasty exit from the ceremony, Alpha."I immediately knew what he was implying, and a mix of amusement and apprehension washed over me
Dorian Grimaldi. In that tense moment, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. Lady Maurie's unyielding gaze bore into mine, an unspoken challenge hanging heavily in the air. She seemed unaffected by my defiant stance, her demeanor a mask of icy composure that belied the intensity of our fractured relationship."I will not ask again, Mother," I asserted, my voice edged with a mix of frustration and concern. "Where is Eden?"Her features contorted with a mixture of anger and disappointment, her eyes blazing with a fiery determination. Rising from her seat with a swift motion, she towered over me, a formidable force that radiated authority. The air grew thick with an electric tension, crackling with unspoken words that hung on the precipice of eruption."You have crossed your limits, Dorian," she seethed, her voice laced with an icy venom. "Leave now."Her words struck a chord within me, igniting a surge of defiance. I scoffed at her audacity, my voice laced with a mix of incredulity and
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