A prophecy came that a child would be born on the full moon and would be destined to mate with the Alpha king Marcel Derulo but this child would be born with white straps of hair which signified weakness. Hence Christina had been hidden from the werewolf world because she was wanted dead by the Alpha king's father. Christian had come back from school to see her mom lying in the pool of her blood while her father was fighting off wolves. She was almost killed by one of the wolves but was saved by her step-sisters Becca and Melissa. They found a way to escape but ended up in another territory where Christian identity was revealed. Alpha Marcel Derulo is under a curse that can be broken by his mate Would Christian agree to mate with the Alpha King- the family that had killed her mom or seek revenge?
View MoreAuthor’s POVThe air inside the burning estate was thick with smoke, making every breath labored. Flames roared through the hallways, devouring everything in sight. Christina held on to Marcel’s flank desperately, trying not to get thrown off as his wolf pushed forward at an alarming speed. Her sisters managed to run alongside her group which surprised Christina. People throughout the estate corridor panicked while their footsteps chased each other while they attempted to escape. The wolves who shifted from human form rushed towards them as they turned the corner while showing wild fear in their eyes.Their recognition of Marcel triggered their ears to swivel in his direction as they displayed a mixture of panic and worry on their faces. Here was someone who would lead them to safety. "Alpha," one of them said through the mind link, his eyes locking with Marcel’s. "Where do we go?"Marcel growled low in his throat, his mind torn between his responsibility as their Alpha and the urge
Author's POVBecca paced back and forth in the small room anxiously, her arms clasped firmly across her body. She glanced at the door every once in a while, hoping it would open.It never did, however, that only made her angrier. What was happening outside, anyway? She hated being trapped in here.Melissa, cross-legged on the bed, frowned. Her sister's behavior was starting to annoy her now. "Relax, Becca, you need to,""I cannot," Becca cried out, running her hand through her hair. "We have not heard anything since the curse was lifted."Even Alice has nothing new to tell us. How do we even know if Christina's okay?"Melissa bit her lip, exhaling. Alice was one of the Maids who worked here that they had befriended—she usually brought updates from whatever news she had gathered around the Estate. But for the past two days, she had nothing new to tell them.Melissa felt the same way but didn't want to voice her worries. Becca would just get more anxious. "She's still alive, at least,"
Christina's povI folded my arms across my chest the moment the door was shut by my father. It was just me and Marcel now, and I wasn't feeling too pleased with him."You barely gave us 5 minutes," I accused."Please," he replied with a smile and my frown deepened. "It's been 10 minutes.""Still, that's not fair! I haven't seen him in months, and you think 10 minutes is enough for a reunion?""You'll be able to talk with him at length any other day you see him here," he replied, taking a step closer. "You have to prepare yourself for a public address as the Luna, and that cannot wait.""This is not fair!" I said, raising my voice a bit. "And my sisters, who you won't let me see either, he's the only one I have left. Since I never met my mother and there's no chance of me knowing her, can't you at least give me the freedom to speak with my father?"Marcel narrowed his eyes. "You don't know your mother?" he asked."Don't act like you don't know the story," I sneered. "I was a baby when
Chapter 65Christina's POVI hadn’t seen Marcel in more than a day, and I couldn’t tell if I should be relieved or discomfited by this. I just didn’t know how to feel about all that had transpired between us and so I dreaded running into him.A small part of me was thankful he hadn’t called me to him.I had half expected him to force me into a conversation I wasn't ready for, but instead, surprisingly, there was just silence.Even Luna Sandra hadn't called for me. For her to overlook our classes and not demand my presence meant she was still furious. Honestly, I didn't care. After all, she said, I had no idea if I could control my tongue if I saw her again.So I spent the last day holed up in my room, trying to read a book even though my mind refused to focus on the words. Every few seconds, I would catch my thoughts drifting back to him—his hands, his lips, his mark on my neck that still tingled faintly. And then I would proceed to stare at the wall and relive the moment for a while
Christina’s POVWarmth became the first thing I noticed as an unflinching steady warmth that started to put me back to sleep. The subtle thudding sensation at the part of my neck near my hairline caused me to take a sharp intake of breath.All memories from the previous night's events erupted in my mind at the same time showing images of Marcel and his marking along with his speaking and gentle touching.I opened my eyes to survey my surroundings but closed them right away when I discovered that I remained in his bedroom as I refused to confront reality. Why not take me to my bed to sleep during that night? Being here made it more real.I still felt him. His absence from the bed did not diminish the weight of his presence which filled the entire space. The low voices made me peer from under my eyelids to check where they were coming from. The door was partially open, so the voices were relatively straightforward, and I recognized them immediately. Marcel and Luna Sandra. I stayed sti
The passion between us was intense, yet I longed to draw her nearer. At this moment, I had no awareness of our surroundings. Even if I attempted to focus, I couldn't. The sensation of her underneath me, her form rising to meet mine with each urgent motion, was all that mattered now.Christina's breathy sounds filled the air around us, her nails digging into my back as I pushed deeper. My name escaped her lips like a soft request."Marcel..."I let out a low sound releasing her nipple and nestling my face where her neck met her shoulder. Her heartbeat was strongest. My teeth skimmed the area, and something deeper than instinct urged me to mark her as mine.It's too early, I thought, not wanting to rush or seem hasty. But as this idea crossed my mind, her scent overwhelmed me, and she lifted her hips driving me further inside her. Every fiber of my being was tense, my wolf side demanding what we both knew would happen.My willpower crumbled. If I didn't act now, I would lose my mind. He
Christina's povI should have turned away and escaped before he saw me, but I just couldn't. In that flash of light, I saw scars on his bare back—not too many, but enough to make me curious.I could only see him by the dim yellow lighting. His damp hair was tousled as if he had just stepped out of the shower, and the dim glow highlighted every sculpted muscle as he leaned over to pick something up from the table.I had never seen him so relaxed and vulnerable, so unaware. Perhaps it was the rarity of the situation that kept me rooted to the spot.I blinked and shook my head slightly. I had to leave before he accidentally turned and saw me. Just as I was about to step in, his voice stopped me."Will you stand there all night or come in?"I gasped as my stomach flipped. He knew I was here already, but how was that even possible when he hadn't looked back?Hesitantly, I stepped inside, wishing I had something else on besides this damp dress."You know, I'm quite surprised—" He turned to
Christina's POVTraining with Marcel became a routine that I was now starting to look forward to. I had been doing so for two weeks, and it was helping me. I faced him in the training room three times a week, and we pretended everything was alright.It was an unspoken truce—he didn't push, and I didn't go back. Neither addressed the lingering tension from that day after the execution or the awkward closeness during training. We just... moved on.Somehow, I was okay with it. I didn't want to bother myself with my emotions just yet, so I threw myself into the training, letting the strain distract me from them. It was easier to focus on striking, dodging, countering—anything but the wickedly handsome man whose gaze lingered too long. It was easier to pretend I didn't want to be close to him.Sometimes, he looked at me like he was waiting for something, and if I was being honest, I was waiting too. But for what? I didn't know, and I doubted he did either.After today's session, I returned
Marcel's POVChristina was failing. Badly. I watched her struggle to catch her breath, bent over slightly with her hands on her knees. She was getting angry and frustrated.I suspected part of the reason was that I kept breaking through her defenses with little effort. I could go easy on her, but then what was the point of the training session if I wasn't assessing her?I felt selfish calling her here to train with me instead of my mother. I covered it up with the reason that my mother could not give her the level of training that I could, but I knew the full truth was I wanted to prove to her that she couldn't hide from me for long.I knew she had been avoiding me since the execution. I wanted her to know I could bring her out of her hiding place whenever I felt like doing so.Now, here she was, forced to be in my presence, and I could see her discomfort with every second that passed. She looked like she would run out anytime without looking back. She lifted her head, her brown eyes
Christina POV “The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” A man standing on a stage with a bunch of adults and teenagers listening to him takes a deep breath before continuing his life story. “-but jokes on him, my wife didn’t die that night, she came back to life after she was shot in the head. It was a miracle!” He screams and all the people clap and scream with joy in their hearts. Humans tend towards believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others believe? “What the hell is going on in there?” I turn around and my brown eyes clash with blue ones that squint as they notice me staring. Elsa. “Probably a bunch of weirdos trying to convince each other that their lives are more interesting than others,” I said while we walked past the tell-all hallroom. I paused and looked at her again. “What are you doing here anyway?” I ask knowing she’s meant to be in her chemistry class r...
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