Eden Monroe.The music thumped in my ears as Ben and I stepped out into the enchanting garden, the party's energy still pulsating through the air. The vibrant lights cast mesmerizing shadows on the swaying leaves, creating a whimsical atmosphere. Ah, the allure of the night.As the cool breeze caressed my skin, a sigh escaped my lips, releasing the tension I had been holding inside. I felt my shoulders slump, my body seeking respite from the overwhelming excitement that had consumed the night."Hey, hey! Are you okay?" Ben's voice cut through the symphony of laughter and music, his eyes filled with genuine worry and concern. His face, usually adorned with a mischievous grin, now wore a mask of genuine care.With a feeble nod, I attempted to reassure him, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... okay."The weight of the night's events pressed down on me, threatening to break through my facade of composure. The laughter, the conversations, the endless stream of faces, all blended into a
Dorian Grimaldi. I sat in my office, the air heavy with anticipation and the lingering remnants of the recent celebration. Another day had dawned, and with it, the imminent coronation ceremony where I would ascend to the throne as the Alpha King. Immersed in the weighty matters of my responsibilities, I found solace in the solitude of my thoughts, hoping to conjure something significant amidst the sea of paperwork before me.A resounding knock echoed through the room, abruptly pulling me from my contemplation. I raised my gaze, meeting the closed door with an expectant expression. "Come in," I commanded, my voice firm yet tinged with curiosity. Gustavo stepped inside, accompanied by Ben. Without diverting my attention from the papers on my desk, I asked, "What brings you both here?" The silence that followed their entrance compelled me to look up, only to find them staring at me, their expressions a blend of eagerness and hesitation. Sensing their unspoken words, I sighed and droppe
Eden Monroe. .I paced anxiously in my room, unable to shake off Calliope's words about me being a hunter. It bothered me because wolves, vampires and hunters were enemies in the world.A sudden knock startled me, and I hurried to open the door. There stood Jasmine, her head down and hands nervously fidgeting.I mustered a mix of surprise and relief upon seeing Jasmine standing before me. It had been long since we last crossed paths, and her absence had left me feeling empty and concerned. I couldn't help but inquire about her whereabouts and why she had been missing from both my sight and the grand ball."Jasmine," I exclaimed, my voice brimming with a blend of excitement and worry. "Where have you been all this time? I've missed you, and I couldn't help but feel concerned when I didn't see you around or at the ball. What happened?"Jasmine's eyes met mine, reflecting a hint of sadness and uncertainty. The atmosphere between us crackled with unspoken emotions, as if she carried a bu
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
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
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 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
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