Ella sat on the edge of her bed, staring into the mug of coffee she wrapped in her hands. The room was quiet, save for the soft buzz of the heater and the faint rustling of the curtains swaying with the breeze from her slightly opened window. Her sleepless nights were taking their toll. Dark circles shadowed her tired eyes.She sighed deeply, her thoughts muddled with the weight of everything Valen and Derek had said to her. It felt like a heavy storm brewing within, and no matter how hard she tried to steady herself, she couldn’t escape the uncertainties before her.“Now you know the truth, so what next?” Lila's voice broke through her thoughts, gentle but firm.Ella sighed heavily and took a sip of her now lukewarm coffee. "I don’t know," she whispered, her voice low and weary. The night had been long, she hadn't had a good night's sleep. The nightmares aren't helping matters either, it's becoming more frequent lately. She had mostly stayed up all through the night."You can’t keep
Ella arrived at the location Sandra sent to her. She stared at the clubhouse. It was the same one Valen had brought her, but this was just morning, so the club wasn't bubbling yet, as it does at night. The morning light made the place look less intimidating than it did at night.She looked around and couldn't find Lucian, Valen's friend and the owner of the club. Well, seems he hasn't turned up for the day yet. A few staff members moved about, cleaning the mess left behind from the previous night."Excuse me, miss. Are you looking for someone?” a young man’s voice broke the silence. Ella turned to see a handsome vampire dressed sharply in the club’s staff uniform."Yes please,” she said briskly. “Where can I find the very private suite in wing C?" Ella asked, her tone firm yet polite."Pls come with me." The vampire bowed slightly and gestured for her to follow him.The vampire led her through the quiet corridors to a small, unmarked door. He stopped and gestured towards the small do
Ella Brown stood in front of her full-length mirror, a soft smile playing on her lips. The delicate lace of her gown draped her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering in the low light of her bedroom. Tomorrow was the day she had dreamed of her entire life. She’d be turning eighteen at midnight, finally awakening her wolf and completing the bond with her fiancé, Alpha Kevin Taylor. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. By tomorrow night, she would be his mate, officially declared Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. She traced the neckline of the gown with her fingers, imagining Kevin’s hands replacing hers, his lips grazing her skin as he whispered promises of forever. Her body tingled at the thought of him—strong, powerful, and hers. “Just a few more hours,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing as fantasies of their future swirled in her mind.Her daydream was interrupted by a muffled sound from the hallway—a low, sultry moan. Ella frowned, her brow furrowing as she str
The dim lighting of the bar flickered, casting shadows over Alpha Derek Kingston of the Moonstone Pack as he downed another shot of whiskey. His tall, imposing frame was hunched over the bar, a scowl fixed on his face as he ignored the brunette who had been shamelessly trying to seduce him for the last half hour. Her hand slid up his arm, her voice dripping with desire, but Derek didn’t even glance her way. His mind was elsewhere, uninterested in the shallow advances of yet another desperate woman.“Get lost! ,” Derek said coldly, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down her spine. He pushed her hand away roughly, eyes fixed on his drink. “Find someone else.”The woman pouted, but eventually took the hint, walking away with a huff. Derek exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. He wasn’t here for this—he was here to escape the relentless responsibilities of being Alpha, even if just for a few hours. The pressure weighed heavily on his broad shoulders, but n
The room seems to shrink as the intensity between Ella and Derek grew,the air thick with a primal need that neither of them could control. Derek's body pressed down on hers,his lips tracing a scorching part along her neck, making her grasp with each kiss,each bite. His hands roamed her skin exploring every curve,every inch of her trembling body as if he couldn't get enough of her.Ella arched her back,her chest brushing against his, her skin on fire from his touch. Her head spun, both from the alcohol and the overwhelming sensation of being so close to him, her true mate. She had never felt anything like this. Every fiber of her body aches for him,needed him,and the bond between them seemed to magnify every sensation,making her more sensitive, more desperate. “Derek…” she whispered,her voice shaky as her fingers dug into his back. Her nails scraped against his skin, pulling a growl from deep within his throat . He looked down at her, his eyes dark and wild from lust, his wolf barely
Ella slowly opened her eyes, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains and bathing the room in a golden glow. Her body ached all over, every muscle tingling with the memory of last night’s passionate encounter. She turned her head to glance at the man beside her—Alpha Derek. She had heard so much about him from her ex-fiancé, Kevin, and had briefly met him once at a pack event. Amidst the haze of alcohol, she’d still recognized him. The surprise of finding him to be her mate left her feeling a mix of elation and disbelief.“Thank you, Moon Goddess,” she whispered to herself, a smile creeping across her lips as she recalled the intensity of their connection. It felt unreal, as if she were living in a dream where everything had shifted overnight. Just then, her phone rang, jolting her back to reality. She groaned as she answered, her stepmother’s frantic voice bursting through the speaker. “Ella! Where are you? You need to get to the engagement hall—now!” Ella’s heart san
Ella ran into her room, unable to control her tears, her heart racing. She couldn't escape the flood of notifications on her phone,each one more hurtful than the last, as she watched her name everywhere on social media. The screens glared back at her, filled with cruel comments branding her a "slut," openly disregarding her as she faced betrayal from those she once trusted. The media carried how she was openly disregarded by two Alphas. She dropped her phone on the bed, the notification sound echoing in the silence as she collapsed into the sheets, sobbing deeply.As the engagement party came to a close, the noise of laughter and celebration faded into a haunting memory. Suddenly, the door burst open, and in walked Sandra and her mother, Christine, fury etched across their faces. They marched toward Ella, ready to unleash their anger.“How can you sleep after disgracing our family?” Sandra shouted, her voice dripping with disdain as she yanked Ella's hair, forcing her to look up.Ella
Ella sat on the examination table in the clinic, her fingers nervously drumming against the cold metal. Her mind raced with thoughts, her heart beating faster than ever. She didn’t want to be here, yet she needed confirmation for what her body had been trying to tell her. The room felt suffocating as the doctor’s eyes flicked between the monitor and her face. The faint sound of the ultrasound machine beeped in the background.“Congratulations,” the doctor said, his voice cutting through her cloud of thoughts, “you’re having a baby.”Ella’s world seemed to stop in that moment. Her vision blurred as she stared at the screen, unable to process the words. Her fingers clenched the edge of the bed, her stomach twisting in knots. **A baby?** Her mind raced back to that night, the heat, the passion. Alpha Derek. **Oh no, this is not supposed to happen.** She whispered under her breath, her hand resting instinctively on her flat belly. Panic surged through her veins as flashes of that steamy n
Ella arrived at the location Sandra sent to her. She stared at the clubhouse. It was the same one Valen had brought her, but this was just morning, so the club wasn't bubbling yet, as it does at night. The morning light made the place look less intimidating than it did at night.She looked around and couldn't find Lucian, Valen's friend and the owner of the club. Well, seems he hasn't turned up for the day yet. A few staff members moved about, cleaning the mess left behind from the previous night."Excuse me, miss. Are you looking for someone?” a young man’s voice broke the silence. Ella turned to see a handsome vampire dressed sharply in the club’s staff uniform."Yes please,” she said briskly. “Where can I find the very private suite in wing C?" Ella asked, her tone firm yet polite."Pls come with me." The vampire bowed slightly and gestured for her to follow him.The vampire led her through the quiet corridors to a small, unmarked door. He stopped and gestured towards the small do
Ella sat on the edge of her bed, staring into the mug of coffee she wrapped in her hands. The room was quiet, save for the soft buzz of the heater and the faint rustling of the curtains swaying with the breeze from her slightly opened window. Her sleepless nights were taking their toll. Dark circles shadowed her tired eyes.She sighed deeply, her thoughts muddled with the weight of everything Valen and Derek had said to her. It felt like a heavy storm brewing within, and no matter how hard she tried to steady herself, she couldn’t escape the uncertainties before her.“Now you know the truth, so what next?” Lila's voice broke through her thoughts, gentle but firm.Ella sighed heavily and took a sip of her now lukewarm coffee. "I don’t know," she whispered, her voice low and weary. The night had been long, she hadn't had a good night's sleep. The nightmares aren't helping matters either, it's becoming more frequent lately. She had mostly stayed up all through the night."You can’t keep
Valen sat down, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid one wrong step would break the fragile air between them. Across from him, Ella sat rigidly, her eyes rimmed with the evidence of tears she had yet to completely hide. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearing her throat.“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her voice still hoarse from crying. She straightened her back, trying to project a calm she didn’t feel. “You can… you can go on.”Valen’s chest tightened. He wasn’t sure where to start, or if he should even start at all. But the weight of unspoken truths was suffocating him. He took a deep breath, his crimson eyes fixed on the table between them.“I had a mate once. Her name was Lydia.”Ella’s brow twitched, but she didn’t interrupt, simply leaning forward slightly, her posture attentive. Valen paused, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. Memories he’d locked away clawed their way to the surface.“She was my everything,” Valen said, his voice tinged with a bitt
Ella glanced back at the two men before turning toward her room. Her expression was calm, but her gaze carried a quiet authority that couldn’t be ignored. “I’ll be waiting,” she said, her voice even but firm, her eyes meeting theirs in turn. Her words left no room for argument. They couldn’t avoid this, and they both knew it.As her figure disappeared down the hall, Derek and Valen exchanged uneasy glances. The weight of the past—and what was about to be revealed—hung heavily between them. Both knew there was no escaping this moment, but neither wanted to go first.Finally, Derek let out a breath and straightened his posture. “I’ll go first,” he said, his tone resolute. There was no hesitation in his steps as he walked toward Ella’s room. He didn’t care about whatever misunderstanding existed between her and Valen. All he wanted was for Ella to understand his actions and, if possible, forgive him.This time, Valen didn’t argue or try to stop him. He stood in silence, watching Derek’s
Lila's paws pressed against the soft earth as she approached the manor, the glow of her silver fur shimmering in the moonlight. Her wolf form moved with quiet elegance, but her sharp eyes caught the figures standing at the entrance. Derek and Valen.They were standing side by side, their intense gazes fixed on her as though they’d been waiting all night.She let out a low chuckle, amused by the sight of her two mates standing together—awkward yet commanding. Well, isn’t this a welcoming committee.“This is funny,” she muttered inwardly.Lila, responded, her tone playful. “Funny, indeed. Two grown men waiting like lost pups. Should I shift?”Ella scoffed. “And stand naked in front of them? Not happening.”Lila’s laughter echoed, teasing and full of mischief. “They’ve both seen your nakedness before, haven’t they?”“That was different, and you know it,” Ella hissed. “Don’t even try it, Lila.”“Fine, fine.” Lila paused for a moment before adding slyly, “You wanted a conversation, though
“Ella, you need to stop them from always wanting to tear each other apart,” Lila’s voice echoed in Ella’s mind, steady yet tinged with concern.Ella paced the length of her room, her fists clenched. “And how exactly do you suggest I do that, Lila? They’re both so… so stubborn!” Her voice cracked with frustration, and her wolf sighed. “They’re adults, Lila, not children.” Ella continued, her tone carrying the irritation she’d been holding in.“Did you see what almost happened at the field earlier” Lila asked“I think Derek should head back to avoid all this.” Ella responded non-challantly.“I understand you’re still angry with Derek—after all the betrayal and pain he had caused us, it's justified. But don’t forget that Valen isn’t innocent either. There are still secrets he’s keeping from us, and though he’s also our mate, I don’t think he fully trusts us,” Lila replied, her tone firm but soothing.Ella stopped, her chest tightening. She didn’t want to admit it, but Lila was right. Sec
Morgana paced the room, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. Her face was pale, her mind racing as she thought about the failure of their plan to frame Ella. If Valen were to discover what they’d done, the consequences would be disastrous.She clenched her fists, her frustration boiling over. “Sandra! I knew that working with a werewolf was definitely a wrong idea”She takes out her phone dialing a number as she walks out.***The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet woods where Morgana waited impatiently. Her sharp eyes darted toward the road, her red lips pressed into a thin line. She loathed dealing with Sandra, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Ella’s escape from the frame-up had turned the tide against them, and now Valen was investigating. If she didn’t act fast, everything would unravel.Morgana paced restlessly, her long cloak billowing in the cold breeze. She had arranged the meeting in secret, away from prying ey
Derek approached Ella cautiously, his expression guarded but determined. He studied her face as she stood amidst the crowd that had begun to disperse. The tension between them was palpable, but Derek could no longer ignore the turmoil swirling in his chest.“Ella, it seems you're not welcomed here, and someone is trying so hard to prove that point,” Derek began, his voice low and controlled.Ella looked at him, her lips curling into a bitter smile. “Derek, I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself. This isn't the first time I'm facing threats. I’ve faced betrayal, humiliation, rejection… so what more could I possibly be afraid of?”Her words cut through him like a dagger. Guilt surged within Derek as he recognized her statement wasn’t just about the others—it was about him too. And it holds a clear meaning; She wasn’t just unsafe here; she wasn’t safe with him either. He sighed, his voice softening.“Ella, I understand you're still mad at me, but please… I need a chance to ma
Ella’s eyes widened as they locked onto something glinting a short distance away. Her pulse quickened, and hope flared in her chest. Finally, she thought. She cautiously approached the object, her heart pounding with anticipation. If this was what she thought it was, it could prove someone else was here—someone other than her might be responsible for the vampire’s murder.But as she drew closer, her hopeful smile faltered. The object lying on the ground wasn’t just any trinket. It was a pendant—her pendant.Her breath caught as she picked it up, her fingers trembling. The intricate design was unmistakable, and the tiny gemstones around the locket in the center and the initials S.C at the back of the locket were burned into her memory. She had worn this as a child, a small token of comfort during her turbulent years. Her stepmother had taken it away when she was older, claiming it was sold. But here it was, lying at a crime scene. How? Why?“Are you going to transform or not, Ella?” Mo