Arthur marched past the game he had hunted, his steps quickening as the baby’s cries grew louder. The eerie sound pierced the stillness of the forest, urging him forward.
His pulse raced with uncertainty, and before he realized it, he had broken into a run. Leaping over fallen branches and dodging low-hanging limbs, he pressed on until he reached a hill, its height nearly twice his own. The cries echoed from the other side. Who would leave a child out here? Could the baby truly be alone? Arthur ducked behind a tree, scanning the area. The full moon cast just enough light for him to make out the terrain. No movement. No sign of anyone else. Cautiously, he moved around the hill—and froze. A newborn baby girl lay cradled in the lap of a dying woman. The mother, no older than himself, sat slumped against the hill. Sweat drenched her pale face, and blood stained her clothes and the ground beneath her. Her chest barely rose and fell, her breaths shallow. A small knife, slick with blood, dangled weakly from her fingers. Arthur knelt beside her, eyes darting to the umbilical cord still connecting her to the child. The woman had tied makeshift clamps around it—two pieces of cloth cinched tightly. She’d tried to sever it herself but hadn’t finished the task. Without hesitation, Arthur took the knife from her trembling hand and cut the cord. The woman flinched but managed a faint, “Thank you.” Arthur gave her a reassuring nod, but she strained to move her head, shifting it to the left. He followed her gaze, half-expecting danger. Instead, his eyes fell on a torn piece of paper resting on the ground. “Down,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Arthur picked up the paper and squinted at the faded words. “In turmoil, a child will be born under the full moon. The moon will leave its mark on her. The moonchild is destined to mate the Alpha…” The words stopped abruptly where the paper had been torn. “The prophecy isn’t complete,” Arthur murmured, stuffing the paper into his pocket. The woman gave the slightest nod, as if to say she already knew. Arthur’s gaze lifted to the full moon. He didn’t believe in prophecies, but the weight of the moment settled heavily on his shoulders. His eyes fell back to the baby just as a faint glow lit up her tiny wrist. A gasp escaped him. A mark appeared—round and lifelike, a perfect image of the full moon. The woman saw it too and released a labored sigh of relief. Arthur reached out and gently touched the mark. It shimmered before dimming into what looked like a simple tattoo. The woman stirred one last time. “Call her Arda,” she whispered, and then her body went still. Arthur swallowed hard as the baby’s cries grew louder, her tiny voice filled with grief and fear. With trembling hands, he closed the woman’s eyes. Then he lifted the crying infant into his arms and held her close. “Shh, don’t be afraid, little one,” he murmured, though his own voice trembled. The baby refused to be soothed. Arthur sighed. “I don’t know much about your story, and I’m not sure I’m the right person for this job. But I’ll do my best to care for you.” He looked down at her tear-streaked face. “I’ll make sure your mother gets a proper burial—among my ancestors. You’re family now, little moonchild. Until the time comes when your destiny unfolds… when you meet the Alpha.” --- Arda blinked, snapping back to the present as Arthur finished recounting the story. Her gaze dropped to the mark on her wrist—the same mark that had appeared all those years ago. “So, she is some kind of freak of nature?” Mabel scoffed. “Shut up,” Arthur snapped. “Go to your room. I’ve had enough of your nonsense.” “Whatever. At least now we all know who gets the inheritance.” Mabel stomped off, slamming her bedroom door. Arda turned to her parents. “How long has she known?” “She overheard us when she was eight,” Arthur said. “We told her not to say anything,” Mrs. Arthur added. Arda exhaled. No wonder Mabel had always resented her. She’d probably felt like an outsider in her own home. “It’s okay,” Arda said, smiling to ease the tension. “Dad, come sit over here.” Arthur moved to sit beside her, and she wrapped her arms around both her parents. “You were really brave that night, Dad. And, Mom, I’m glad you didn’t tell him to give me up.” Mrs. Arthur chuckled. “I wouldn’t have done that.” “Seriously,” Arda teased, mimicking a dramatic voice. “‘There’s no way I’m raising a random baby!’” They all laughed, tension easing for the first time in hours. “I love you both,” Arda said. “We love you too.” Her mother kissed her forehead, but as much as Arda felt loved, an emptiness lingered. She wanted to ask about the Alpha, but decided against it. Her parents had been through enough. The prophecy weighed on her mind. Was she really destined to mate with a werewolf? Maybe that explained Luke’s headaches. But none of it mattered. She didn’t care about the prophecy, the moon, or the Alpha. She just wanted to live a normal life—graduate, get a job, find a nice boy, and raise a family. Let the Alpha find someone else. The next time he contacted her, she’d tell him exactly where to go. Hell.Gillow traced the rough lines of the ancient illustration, his fingers brushing over the delicate features of the girl drawn in ink. Her image seemed to breathe life, even on the brittle parchment. The word Moonchild was scrawled beneath it in faded, ornate script. She was beautiful. Too beautiful. Her innocence bled through the sketch—pure, untouched, and completely unguarded. She would look perfect beside him in the castle, in his arms, in his bed. But for now, she was exposed, walking in the open without a clue about the danger closing in around her. His jaw tightened as he recalled the boy who she developed a relationship with and her at the restaurant. A growl rumbled low in his throat. It had taken all his restraint not to storm in and tear the boy apart. Gillow’s sharp gaze shifted to the Elder, the long-bearded man standing silently before him. “How much longer must I wait?” The Elder adjusted his grip on his staff. “She is close to graduating. Let her finish school first.
Arda’s mind raced as the stranger’s voice resonated in her ears. Where had she heard that deep, cultured yet rough voice before? She wondered, her pulse quickening. “I almost had it before you… you stole it.” Her words were sharp, but her voice faltered slightly. Gillow barely registered her accusation. He was too preoccupied with how her beauty unsettled him. The fact that she had no idea who he truly was—who they were to each other—made it even more frustrating. Their meeting tonight was a twist of fate, but it left him marveling at how their lives were entwined. And yet, she didn’t even realize she stood before her mate. Her Alpha. A small, knowing smile crept onto his lips as his gaze traveled slowly over her form. The day he claimed her, her cries of pleasure would echo in his ears. He had no doubt. Arda shivered under his intense gaze, feeling as though he had stripped her bare without even touching her. Her cheeks burned, and she struggled to maintain her composure. Damn,
Gillow's eyes lifted to the moon, cold and unblinking, before returning to the lifeless pig before him. His thumb and forefinger circled his lips, and a sharp whistle cut through the still night air. Seconds passed, and the surrounding bushes rustled, signaling the arrival of the hunters. From the shadows emerged a group of about ten — both men and women, towering and muscular, their movements synchronized like wolves on the prowl. At the front of the pack was Karina, her presence commanding but cautious. She stepped forward, bowing her head in respect, though the weight of the moment hung heavily in the air. Gillow's voice, like ice, sliced through the silence. “You did not tell me about her blood.” Karina flinched. “We thought that—” “We?” Gillow's interruption was immediate, his tone sharp. Karina’s heart hammered in her chest. A secret, one that could unravel everything, weighed heavily on her. She knew Gillow, the Alpha, would never tolerate betrayal—especially not involvin
By Sunday evening, Arda was back in her off-campus home. The house was eerily quiet. Karina’s phone was still switched off, but Jacob had texted earlier to say he was on his way back from a party. After showering, Arda settled on the living room sofa with a pillow, letting the smooth tones of jazz music from the television soothe her nerves. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before long, she drifted off to sleep. The sound of the front door unlocking jolted her awake. Her heart jumped, but relief washed over her when Jacob stepped inside. She got up quickly and hugged him. “Welcome back.” “Thanks,” he said, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hope you’ve forgiven us?” “Sure.” She stepped back, studying his face. “Where’s Karina? I’ve been trying to reach her, but her phone’s off.” Jacob’s smile faltered. “Uh… I think she’s fine. Don’t worry.” Arda frowned. Jacob looked tense—too tense for someone coming back from a party. His shoulders were tight, and his eyes darted
Arda hadn’t bothered to watch the road. She had spent the last thirty minutes crying, her shoulders trembling with every sob. Her cries had quieted now, replaced by a hollow silence. Grief lingered in her downcast eyes as Karina held her close, whispering soft words of encouragement. “It’s going to be okay,” Karina said, her voice steady but gentle. “Don’t be afraid. You’ll be fine.” The words offered a fragile kind of comfort, but they did little to push back the fear gnawing at Arda’s chest. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “They’re so big.” Her eyes flickered nervously toward the men dominating the front seat, their broad shoulders and towering frames making her feel even smaller. “Is the Alpha like them?” The image of the man from the café surfaced in her mind—the hunter she had felt an inexplicable pull toward. He’d been bigger than these men, taller, more commanding. The memory sent a chill through her, and her stomach knotted with dread. Karina hesitated, her arm tighte
Blinded by tears, Arda barely noticed her surroundings until the guard carrying her kicked open a door and set her firmly on her feet. Without a word, he backed away, stepped out, and shut the door behind him. The sharp click of the lock jolted her. She rushed to the door and twisted the handle, but it didn’t budge. She was locked in. Swallowing a sob, Arda wiped her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand, but it didn’t feel dry enough. Frustrated, she yanked up the hem of her pajama top and scrubbed her cheeks. When her vision finally cleared, she turned and let her eyes sweep the room for the first time. It wasn’t what she had expected. Given the Alpha’s imposing presence, she had braced herself for a room as cold and harsh as him—bare walls, no personality, maybe even chains. Instead, the space was warm and unexpectedly refined. The room was large, but cozy, with soft curtains and a faint, woody fragrance in the air. Its blend of modern design and rustic charm threw her o
Her voice was soft, almost pleading, as she struggled to steady her trembling breaths. “It’s me... your mate. Please, don’t hurt me.” She knew she would say anything to survive the terrifying moment she was trapped in. Arda froze when the sharp pressure at her neck eased. She felt his body go rigid before he slowly withdrew, stepping back and releasing her. His crimson eyes dimmed, fading back to their steely silver. Tears spilled down her cheeks, the weight of relief crashing into her like a wave. Her heart still hammered wildly as she stared at him, waiting for some sign that he was no longer a threat. His expression remained unyielding, but at least he wasn’t lunging at her anymore. “You said I’d be safe here,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “This is the safest place for you,” he replied firmly. Her lips quivered. “Safe? You nearly—” She swallowed hard. “You almost killed me.” “Something inside you stilled my hunger,” he said, his tone unwavering. “And what if it doesn’t
Amidst the whirlpool of troubling thoughts about escape, Arda’s gaze dropped to the floor. She didn’t realize it until she felt his finger gently lifting her chin. Once again, his movement was swift, silent, and disorienting. Her breath hitched as her eyes locked with his intense gaze. She was never going to get used to his unpredictable ways. “Please,” she said, her voice strained. “Can you move like a normal person around me?” “What is normal?” His voice was calm, yet taunting. “Like a normal person,” she repeated, not knowing how else to explain herself. But he understood, or at least pretended to. He was just being difficult. “What is normal?” he echoed, his voice almost mocking. “By whose standard is normalcy defined?” “You know, like me. Like... a human.” “A spade is not a shovel, and a Tiger is not a cat. I am not fully human. I am a werewolf vampire. Get used to it.” In the blink of an eye, he was at the door, hand on the knob. Arda’s breath caught, and she let out a sm
Arda had stopped struggling by the time she was brought into the room. The fire of her protests had died, leaving only soft sniffling in its wake. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her body trembling—not just from the alcohol wreaking havoc inside her but from something deeper, something raw.Gillow was already there, waiting. His sharp eyes took in the wrecked state she was in, and beneath the surface of his calm, his fury burned. Not at her—no, never at her—but at those who had let this happen. Yet he forced himself to swallow the rage. She needed care, not wrath.At his direction, they placed her gently onto the couch, close to the bed. The moment they stepped back, he moved forward, crouching beside her, his presence a solid force against her frailty.He carried the tea he had prepared. It wasn’t the best remedy, but it was something, and right now, something was better than nothing. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his warmth, his fingers brushing ag
Ignoring Arda's slurred curses, they lifted her into the car with little care for her protests. Her reluctance to return was irrelevant. What mattered was Gillow’s disapproval—a force far more terrifying than her drunken defiance.They secured her in the backseat, and the moment Chester and Karina took their places in the front, Arda lunged for the door handle. But Chester had anticipated this—he’d locked it. The soft click of her failed attempt was followed by a frustrated groan.With a smirk of defiance, she slumped back and declared, “I hate you both.” Then, inexplicably, she started to laugh—a drunken, eerie laughter that sent a chill up Karina’s spine.Neither Chester nor Karina responded. They simply exchanged glances, uneasy."Chester, what did you mean back there? That it’s just you?” Karina finally asked.“I, uh... kinda took the blame.”Karina whipped her head toward him. “What?”“You looked so happy, Karina. And you’ve been in so much trouble lately. I thought... maybe you
Chester hesitated, his pulse hammering against his ribs. If the Alpha was calling in this tone, it could only mean one thing—Arda had lied.His gaze darted toward her. She was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the other end of the call. A drink in her hand, laughter spilling from her lips, she swayed to the music with Karina, completely lost in the moment. She had no idea what she had just set into motion."I'm listening," Gillow's voice was sharp, the restrained fury evident in every syllable.Chester swallowed hard. His mind raced, torn between protecting Arda and Karina or saving himself."Alpha, I... I—" His voice faltered. What was the right move here? Take the blame and hope to minimize the damage? But then his eyes flicked back to Karina—her face alight with rare joy. She had suffered enough in recent times. And Arda... that reckless little minx. What had she been thinking? Dragging them into this mess? But then he recalled the way she had pleaded earlier—her voice thi
Arda watched the phone vibrate in her hand, Gillow’s name flashing across the screen. A small part of her knew she should answer, but she couldn't bring herself to. She let it ring.Karina and Chester noticed.“Who is it?” Karina asked from the passenger seat.“Alpha?” Chester added, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.Arda shrugged. “Yeah.”“Then why aren’t you answering?” Chester’s brows furrowed.“I’ll call him back when we get to the club,” she said, feigning nonchalance.Neither Karina nor Chester looked convinced, but they let it go. The car rolled smoothly through the city streets, neon lights reflecting against the windshield.Then Karina’s phone lit up.Gillow Rain.She turned in her seat, flashing the screen toward Arda. “It’s him. And I know it’s because you’re not picking up.”Arda’s stomach twisted. Her fingers clenched into the soft fabric of her dress. “Oh,” she said, forcing a casual tone. “I’ll call him back when we get there, I promise. Don’t answer.”Karina
The mall was alive with movement—bright, noisy, filled with a sea of people weaving through aisles stacked with gleaming devices. Arda barely noticed the chatter, the hum of conversations blending with the distant sound of a child whining for a toy. She moved through the tech section, her fingers grazing the sleek surfaces of high-end phones as an attendant hovered nearby, ready to assist. Chester and Karina flanked her, their watchful eyes darting around, wary of external threats. Finally, she chose. A phone with a crisp camera, vast memory, and a lightning-fast processor. It was perfect—not just for its features, but for what it represented. A semblance of independence. Control. The purchase was made. The device, hers. And with it, a shift in the air. Outside, the sky had deepened to a dusky blue, streaked with the dying embers of sunlight. The city hummed with its usual rhythm—car horns blaring in irritation, the distant wail of a siren, vendors calling out their last
Arda woke up to the cold absence of Gillow. The bed felt too large without him, the sheets still carrying the ghost of his warmth. The memory of last night burned in her skin—his hands, his lips, the way he had worshiped and restrained himself in equal measure. He had left her breathless, aching, and unfulfilled.She sat up, scanning the room, her heart sinking. Was he still here?Slipping out of bed, she padded barefoot toward the door and pulled it open. The guard stationed outside straightened at her sudden appearance."Where is he?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended."The Alpha left before dawn, along with his chosen pack members," the guard reported.Arda swallowed the bitter disappointment that curled inside her. He hadn’t even said goodbye?But before the frustration could settle, the guard reached into his pocket. "This is for you, from the Alpha."A note.Relief washed over her, though she barely kept it from showing. She took the folded paper from his outstretche
Arda lay on the bed, her body still humming from Gillow’s touch. The sheets felt cool against her overheated skin, but nothing could calm the ache inside her. The place where his lips had been—where his hands had traced—still burned. But he was gone now.His whispered words echoed in her ears. “I cannot trust myself to keep my hands off you tonight. Trust me, it’s better for you and I.” She had nodded, understanding. Now, in the quiet, her fingers clenched the sheets. She hated how empty the bed felt without him. She hated how her body still craved his warmth, his weight pressing into her. She curled into herself, trying to push away the frustration, the confusion. Eventually, sleep claimed her. --- In his own room, Gillow stood under an icy shower, his fists braced against the cold tile. The water wasn’t enough to cool the fire raging inside him. His mate. His Arda. She had finally surrendered. Finally spoken the words he had longed to hear. "Yes, Alpha." A low growl rumble
Arda’s breath hitched as Gillow’s countdown continued, his voice a dark promise of both pleasure and discipline. "...three...four..." Her fingers twitched against her skin, every muscle in her body screaming to move, to clutch onto him, to anchor herself against the storm he was unraveling inside her. At thesame time, she wanted to protect herself from his sight because she was shy and self conscious at that moment. But then he had threatened to punish her and she didn't want to test him. Arda let out a shaky breath, forcing herself to obey as she let her hands fall to her sides. "Five." Said Gillow, his eyes narrowing at her. Her breath caught in her throat. "Too late." He said. "Turn over. I'm going to spank you for wasting time." "No, please." Her voice was soft. "I took my hands off." She caught a small smile on his face and knew he was now teasing her. Gillow’s approval was instant, a slow, satisfied smile curving his lips. “I know, Mate. I'm just playing with you. Y
When she relaxed around him, Gillow accepted her surrender. He celebrated it with kiss of thanksgiving, his lips claiming hers gently. "That's it, mate." He murmured encouragingly, his voice coaxing, comforting, oddly commanding even in a sensual state. It further raised her new found desire to completely give in, to trust him without reservations. Arda’s breath came in shallow waves as Gillow’s lips moved against hers, slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to explore her. His hands, warm and firm, skimmed down her sides, memorizing every curve, every delicate tremor that ran through her body. His weight was a comforting presence above her, not trapping but anchoring her in a way that made her feel safe. She had never known touch like this—gentle, reverent, yet laced with a hunger that sent shivers cascading through her skin. “Relax, mate,” he whispered against her lips, his voice deep, coaxing again. “Let me show you what it means to be mine.” A part of her