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
Eden Monroe.As I strolled through the pack territory, a sense of irritation lingered within me. I had always held the belief that everyone in the pack was rude and snobbish, but I realized it was an unfair judgment. Perhaps I had merely been blind to the different parts of the pack that existed beyond my usual encounters. Today, however, I found myself in the company of the pack's youngest members—the adorable wolf pups.Their playful energy was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile as they frolicked around me. The pups were a delightful bunch, each one possessing their own unique charm. Their innocence and pure hearts reminded me of the true essence of being a wolf. In their presence, I felt a newfound warmth and appreciation for the pack that I had previously overlooked.Ben, my close friend and confidant, stood beside me, sharing in my enthusiasm. He had always adored kids, and he had mentioned his desire to have a pup of his own with Gustavo, his partner. The mere thought of
Dorian Grimaldi. I stood at the threshold of the grand hall, my heart pounding with anticipation. The opulent space unfolded before me, a breathtaking symphony of architectural magnificence and lavish adornments. The high-vaulted ceiling soared above, adorned with intricate frescoes that depicted scenes of celestial beauty, while crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a cascade of shimmering light, casting an ethereal glow upon the polished marble floors.The hall itself exuded an aura of timeless elegance, with ornate columns stretching toward the heavens and towering windows that offered glimpses of the moonlit night sky. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly cut roses, their delicate petals perfuming the atmosphere with their intoxicating fragrance. Soft strains of music wafted through the air, teasing the senses and adding to the anticipation that hung thickly in the air.As I took a step forward, the sound of my footsteps echoed throughout the hall, a reminder of the weigh