Arda stirred awake to the persistent beeping of her alarm clock.
Without needing to glance, she knew it was 7:00 AM; she had set it precisely the night before to give herself ample time to prepare for the day ahead. The curtains were drawn tight, but a soft glow seeped through the fabric, hinting at the daylight outside. Bright beams of sunlight slipped through the slightly parted sliding window curtains, illuminating the room. Frowning at the alarm clock, Arda felt a twinge of annoyance, even though it was merely doing its job. She had a meeting with her project supervisor at 9:00 AM. Yet, there was a silver lining: she would be meeting Luke for lunch. This was their first date as a couple, and the thought sent a flutter of excitement through her. But then, she couldn’t shake off the memory of the strange note and the unexpected gift she had received the night before. While she hated to admit it, the expensive gift made it hard to dismiss the message as a simple prank. Arda sat up in bed, swinging her legs over the side and reaching for the alarm clock to silence it. The instant the insistent beeping stopped, she welcomed the sudden quietness, stretching her arms overhead and yawning widely, one hand covering her mouth. Sleep still clung to her, a reminder of the late night spent celebrating her birthday. With Jacob and Karina, she had tidied up the aftermath of the party, and exhaustion had quickly overtaken her. Unlike her friends, who seemed to possess an unyielding energy, she craved rest. Pushing herself off the bed, she set about preparing for the day. She neatly made her bed, brushed her teeth in the bathroom, and took a refreshing shower. After moisturizing her skin, she slipped into her lingerie and wrapped herself in a large towel before sitting at her dressing table. Picking up her hairbrush, she began to groom her hair, her gaze fixed on her reflection. Arda admired her straight, caramel-colored hair that fell just to her shoulders, styled with a side part that she loved. The warm tones complemented her light brown eyes. Her full lips framed a face that harmoniously blended her wide-set eyes and narrow nose. On the dressing table, a photo captured a joyful moment of her, Jacob, and Karina at a leisure park, Jacob’s arms around them as they all smiled at the camera. Beside it lay another photograph featuring her family: her father, mother, and younger sister. Unlike Arda, who had brown hair, her sister had dark locks like their parents, and while Arda’s eyes were light brown, her sister’s mirrored their father’s striking blue. Arda’s skin was darker than her family’s, often leading strangers to remark on her different appearance, but at least she shared her mother’s eye color. As she finished brushing her hair, her fingers grazed the tattoo mark on her inner wrist—a full moon design. At first glance, it resembled a tattoo, but a closer inspection revealed its true nature: a birthmark. Her parents had told her to maintain the illusion of it being a tattoo, shielding her from judgment as a child. In her mind, Arda returned to her early years, recalling the moment she had first discovered the mark. One night, clad in pajamas, she dashed into her parents' room just as they were preparing for bed. “Daddy, Mummy, what’s this?” she had asked, pointing at the mark on her wrist. Her father lifted her, pressing a kiss to her hand. “It’s a tattoo,” her mother had answered gently. “What’s a tattoo?” young Arda had inquired, curiosity lighting up her face. “A design on the body,” her mother had explained. “We put it on you. Do you like it?” “Yes! Very much,” she had replied, feeling the warmth of her parents’ affection. Her father had kissed her cheek while her mother caressed the mark lovingly. As she grew, she began to question why the mark never faded, and they would tell her it was made with a special ink. When she asked why her sister didn’t have one, they claimed the special ink was no longer available when her sister was born. By age eight, the truth could no longer be hidden. Arda vividly recalled the night her parents came to say goodnight to her and her sister. She lay beside her sister, who was fast asleep, while their parents sat on either side of the bed. “Arda, you’re growing up, and we think it’s time to tell you the truth about your mark,” her father said softly. With her head resting on a soft fiber pillow, Arda smiled up at them, sensing something significant was about to be revealed. “Your mark isn’t a tattoo. It’s a birthmark,” her father explained. “What does that mean?” she asked, a mix of confusion and intrigue swirling within her. “It means you were born with it,” her mother added. “It’s natural.” Arda gazed at the mark on her wrist, her perspective shifted; she was seeing it anew, comforted by the truth. “But why did you make me think it wasn’t natural?” she asked. “It’s to protect you,” her mother replied. “From what?” Her father posed a question: “How would you feel if you saw someone with a sun image on their body and they said it was natural?” Arda thought for a moment. “I would think it was weird.” “Exactly,” her father confirmed, and Arda understood their reasoning for the deception. “People will think I’m strange,” she said, sadness creeping into her voice. “That’s why you need to keep the truth a secret, okay?” her mother instructed gently. “Yes, Mummy,” Arda nodded. “Good girl. If anyone asks, just tell them it’s a tattoo,” her father added. “Okay, Daddy,” she promised. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Remember not to draw attention to your mark,” he said, tucking her in. “Okay, Daddy. Goodnight.” “Night, baby,” her mother whispered. “Always remember what your father said.” “Sure, Mum. Goodnight.” As her parents left the room, her father turned off the light, plunging her into darkness. She flicked on the bedside lamp just as they exited, closing the door behind them. Taking a deep breath, Arda shifted her focus back to the present. Her fingers traced the birthmark as her gaze fell upon a flier resting on the dressing table. The vibrant advertisement showcased various birthmarks on models, proclaiming a Night of Uniqueness. “Flaunt your unique birthmark for a chance to win half a million bucks,” the text read enticingly. Contemplating whether to participate, she wrestled with her parents’ advice to avoid drawing attention to her mark. Yet, the thought of the prize—half a million bucks—was enticing. Arda envisioned the countless ways she could use that money to improve her life. Pushing aside her thoughts about the competition, she concentrated on getting ready for the day. Leaving the dressing table, Arda entered her walk-in closet, letting the towel drop onto the rug as she slipped into a colorful summer dress that hugged her slim figure. The dress flowed elegantly to her feet, thin straps resting lightly on her shoulders. After hanging the towel in the bathroom, she returned to the dressing table to apply minimal makeup, enhancing her natural beauty. Once satisfied with her look, she smiled at her reflection, feeling ready for the day ahead. Glancing at the wall clock, she realized it was already 7:56 AM. Time truly did wait for no one. She slipped her feet into a pair of flat sandals, grabbed her backpack, and stuffed her phone inside. Just before leaving, her eyes caught sight of the mysterious gift and note from last night, sitting in the corner of the dressing table. It was beautiful and enigmatic, and as she stepped closer to examine it, she wondered if she should wear it or leave it behind.It took Arda a few seconds to make her decision, leaving the jewelry exactly where it was. She wasn’t sure whether it was a prank or something deeper, but wearing it seemed unwise. Arda left the bedroom and walked down the corridor. All the doors to the other rooms were closed, a quiet stillness filling the house. As she entered the living room, she found Jacob seated at the dining table, his attention absorbed in the morning paper. A cup of coffee steamed in front of him. Fresh from a shower, Jacob wore loose pajamas, and when he saw her, he smiled. Arda, however, met his smile with a pout. “You promised to make me breakfast,” she reminded him, folding her arms. “You promised.” Jacob chuckled, putting down his newspaper. “Calm down. You didn’t even say hi.” “I’ll say hi when I see my breakfast,” she teased, stepping closer to the table. “And here I thought living with you girls would be a breeze,” he groaned in mock despair. “People envy me, but if only they knew.” “Drama king.
“You’re the only student I’ve ever asked out,” Ray said, his tone suggesting that this fact alone should sway her decision. Arda met his gaze, knowing he was probably telling the truth. Most students were careful around him, treating him like a walking minefield. “I’m not interested in that kind of arrangement,” she replied, keeping her voice firm. “If you change your mind, let me know,” Ray responded calmly. “I won’t,” Arda said quietly, and she doubted she’d ever reconsider. Still, she was worried he might victimize her for refusing him. But she told herself she would cross that bridge if she ever got there. He smiled, unfazed by her rejection. “Refusing me won’t affect your grades or my commitment to helping you with your project.” “Thank you,” she said, relieved that he wasn’t pushing it further. Ray pulled out her file, stamped “Approved” on her project topic, and handed her a copy. He slid the original back into the folder. “Let’s go over what I expect from your first cha
Homeland lay nestled at the edge of the world, where nature ruled with forests, mountains, and glittering lakes stretching far beyond the eye could see. Its unique blend of rural charm and modernity gave it a timeless quality. Surrounded by rolling hills and deep valleys, Homeland offered its residents both the serenity of the wild and the comforts of civilization. The city's landscape catered to all walks of life — from professionals working white-collar jobs in modern offices to artisans shaping their craft through carpentry, sculpting, and painting. The rhythm of Homeland's life was slow but purposeful, with the scent of pine trees and fresh air blending with the hum of daily activity. Arda drove along the quiet streets, the early morning sun casting long shadows over the road. There was a refreshing calmness about the day; traffic moved with ease, a welcome change from the usual bustle. She felt the cool breeze as it flowed through her open window, the perfect accompaniment to th
Arda stared blankly across the table, her emotions swirling as the revelation about Jacob and Karina settled in. “I don’t understand. Why would they keep their relationship away from me?” Her voice faltered, carrying both hurt and confusion. “I’m their friend.” Luke sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe they had a reason. You should ask them directly.” He reached out, placing his hand over hers in an attempt to soothe her. “Don’t overthink it. There’s probably a good explanation.” “Three years, Luke. We’ve been friends for three years. I just… I thought we were closer than that.” Luke squeezed her hand gently. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you by telling you.” His brows furrowed, regret clear on his face. “I hate seeing you like this.” Arda’s expression softened slightly, the weight of his concern cutting through her disappointment. “Thanks,” she muttered, managing a faint smile. “That’s better.” Luke smiled back, his eyes twinkling as they locked onto hers. “Let’s enjoy
That evening, the reading room was quiet. Arda, Karina, and Jacob sat at a large square table, their heads buried in books. The table, designed with partitions for privacy, could accommodate six people, making it perfect for study groups.The room’s walls were painted a soothing mix of green and burnt orange, with inspirational quotes scattered across them. But Arda’s mind was far from inspired. She stared at her open notebook, her thoughts clouded by memories and worries.She had intended to start writing her thesis, but all she could think about were Luke’s recurring headaches. The episodes replayed vividly in her mind, unsettling her more than she cared to admit. Her thoughts then drifted to the restaurant encounter with the mysterious, handsome stranger. The pull she felt towards him was unlike anything she had experienced before, leaving her both intrigued and confused.Shaking her head, Arda reminded herself she had a thesis to write, not time for distractions. With a deep breath
Arda, Karina, and Jacob made their way to the event center for the birthmark show.It was late in the evening. The event center, a single-story building, had a spacious but mostly empty parking lot.A stone fence surrounded the building, and the main gate was secured with a large padlock.A signpost outside read Marvelous Event Center in bold letters.Arda and her friends joined a small crowd gathered outside the gate.A woman dressed flamboyantly, holding a megaphone, stood beside a man inside the gate. The man was bald, his head gleaming under the lights, contrasting with his grim expression and all-black suit.“We regret to inform you that the event has been canceled,” the woman announced, leaving the crowd stunned.“Why?” some people in the crowd shouted back.“We realized too late that people might try to deceive us with fake tattoos, and we can't handle that,” she explained.There were groans from the crowd. Some people started leaving, visibly upset, while others left in silence
Arda’s heart pounded as Luke’s words cut through her. “What did I do?” she asked, her voice trembling.“This only happens with you,” Luke said coldly, his tone sharp enough to wound.She stared at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”He stepped closer. “Don’t play dumb. The kiss. The headaches. It only happens when I’m with you.”Her lips parted in disbelief. “So, what are you saying?”Luke’s eyes darkened. “You tell me. Or should I just say it? Witch.”The word slammed into her, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Tears welled up. “I’m not a witch, Luke,” she whispered.“Then what are you?” His voice was ice. “A monster with a pretty face? Because that’s what I came here to find out.”The accusation broke her. “I’m not a monster!” she sobbed.Luke didn’t flinch. “I’m done wasting time waiting on you. You should’ve told me what you are.”“Luke, please.” She stepped closer, but he recoiled.“Stay away.” His face twisted. “God, are you cursed?”“I like you, Luke. Please, don’t
Arda’s fingers trembled as she set her phone down, her mind still echoing the message. Before she could process it, her phone buzzed again. Her sister. She swallowed, steadying her breath, and answered. “Hey, Mabel.” “You’re not my sister.” The words were sharp, deliberate. “What?” “You heard me. You’re not my sister, and it’s time you knew the truth.” “Mabel, stop messing around. What are you talking about?” “Ask my dad. Ask my mum.” Mabel’s voice had never sounded so cold. She emphasized my like a knife twisting into Arda’s gut. The line clicked dead. For a moment, Arda sat frozen. Mabel wasn’t known for jokes—least of all something like this. She redialed, but the call rang out. Again. And again. Heart pounding, she called her father. He answered immediately. “My dear, you’re still up? Studying?” Her voice came out tighter than she intended. “Dad, I need to know—where’s Mabel?” “She’s here. What’s wrong?” Arda pushed past her hesitation. “She said something awful to
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 the sheets, 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. You're my go
When she relaxed around him, Gillow accepted her surrender. He celebrated it with a 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 par
Arda stiffened for a fleeting second, wary of his beast surfacing but then something shifted. The heat of his kiss, the firm yet unyielding way he held her, and the sheer intensity of his presence melted the last traces of resistance within her. Her wariness also disappeared. She believed he would always protect her. He had come dangerously close to feeding on her on different occasions but somehow, he controlled his urges. This foundation was her hope. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she gave in, pressing closer, her fingers gripping his shoulders for balance. She wasn’t sure when she had risen onto her toes, but now she leaned into him completely, matching his passion with a hunger of her own. Gillow’s grip tightened, his hands splaying across her back, pulling her flush against him. He had wanted this—her surrender, her willingness to accept him, not out of obligation but because she truly desired him. And now, feeling her melt into him, responding with just as much need, a d
Arda responded to Gillow’s kiss, hesitant at first but gaining confidence with each passing second. A strange warmth settled in her chest, pushing aside the remnants of her earlier encounter with Luke. It surprised her how easily she let go of that unpleasant moment, as though Gillow’s presence had rewritten the weight of her past. Her heartbeat quickened when their lips parted, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other. There was something unspoken between them—something neither of them dared to put into words just yet. Gillow exhaled, then cast a glance at their table. Their plates were empty, the conversation complete. "I think we're done here," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of finality. Arda nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He pushed his chair back and stood, extending his hand. "Shall we?" She slipped her hand into his, relishing the warmth of his palm. "Sure." He led her toward the exit, his touch light yet commanding. A gentle breeze swept
Meanwhile, in the corridor, Luke stepped in front of Arda, blocking her path."Come on, I waited for you for three years," he said, voice thick with frustration. "Surely, I deserve answers or at least ...one more try."Arda’s expression hardened. "What do you want from me, Luke? It’s over.""I know. But I think it's fair if all I want to see right now is if you’re really a witch."Her eyes flashed with disbelief. "Step aside, Luke. I have nothing to say to you anymore. My boyfriend is waiting for me. And I’m sure your girlfriend is waiting for you."His jaw clenched. "Who do you think you are, huh?" His voice rose, frustration giving way to something uglier. "I waited three years for you, and yeah, I might’ve made a mistake, but now you’re just parading around with that guy. What is it? Because he’s rich? Because he’s so gorgeous you can’t keep your legs closed?"Arda stiffened, nostrils flaring. "What?" she bit out. "I’ve had enough of your insults."Luke surged forward, closing the
For three years, he had waited for her, believed in her. Then, just like that, she had moved on—to this stranger who now kissed her like he had always owned her. But wait, he thought. Had she lied to him? Had she already been seeing this man behind his back? So all this while she had a secret boyfriend and was pretending? The thought made his blood boil. He had convinced himself that rejecting her was the right thing to do, that she was nothing but a witch, someone who looked innocent but in reality, was evil. But now, watching her like this, he wasn’t so sure. Maybe he made a mistake. Perhaps he shouldn't have rejected her like that. At least not in such an embarrassing manner. He must have made a huge mistake. Because she looked happy. Genuinely, effortlessly happy. And the man she was with didn’t just claim her—he cherished her. Luke couldn’t stand it. “Babe?” His girlfriend’s voice pulled him back to the present. He realized then that he had been staring at Arda for to
They were laughing—so lost in their own world that they hadn’t noticed her yet. Luke’s arm was slung casually around the girl’s shoulders, his grip possessive, his smile smug. They looked… happy. Completely at ease with each other.Something twisted inside Arda.It wasn’t jealousy.Not even regret.Just… the bitter aftertaste of a memory that had once stung like an open wound.And then it happened.Luke looked up.His laughter faltered.His eyes locked onto hers.For a fraction of a second, time seemed to stand still.The recognition in his gaze was swift, followed by something else—something unreadable. Surprise? Confusion? Annoyance?Then his gaze shifted.To Gillow.A new kind of tension rippled through the air, almost tangible.Luke’s expression hardened as he made the connection. He had seen Gillow before—on that very same day. The mysterious man who had stolen Arda’s attention the moment he’d walked into the restaurant.Now, that man was sitting across from her. Holding her hand
Chapter Title: A New PathArda caught a glimpse of her newly manicured nails and smiled. She liked the way they looked, but the sight also brought back a memory—Gillow’s earlier refusal to let her fix them in the first place.“Alpha,” she said quietly.“Yes, mate?”“About my nails… Did you tell Karina to discourage me from fixing them?”Gillow didn’t even pretend to feign ignorance. “Sure.”Of course, he wouldn’t deny it. That was just how Gillow was.“She mentioned you were entertaining the idea during one of her sessions, so I told her if you tried it, I would have her head.”Arda’s heart skipped a beat. “But it wouldn’t have been her fault if she couldn’t stop me.”“True. But I didn’t care.”“That was mean, Alpha.”He chuckled. “I know. But… with my understanding today, you have my permission to do it. No more than twice every quarter of the year.”“Is it negotiable, considering I have the right to—”“Let’s not talk about rights now, mate. Let’s enjoy the moment and visit rights la
As the car rolled to a stop in the park’s parking lot, Arda took in the lively fast-approaching evening scene outside. People were scattered across the grounds, some walking, others lounging on benches, while children ran about, their laughter mingling with the rustling of the evening breeze. The atmosphere was warm, inviting—yet for her, this place held memories she wasn’t sure she wanted to relive.She reached for the door handle, but before she could push it open, Gillow's hand gently stopped her.“Allow me,” he said smoothly, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I want to be the perfect gentleman tonight.”She couldn’t help but smile at his playful tone. With that, he stepped out, walking around to her side. True to his word, he opened the door for her and extended his hand. She took it, feeling the strength in his grip as he helped her out.As he shut the door behind her, she noticed Gillow’s men discreetly taking strategic positions throughout the park. It was subtle but unmistakable—h