As the morning sun filtered through the plush curtains of my hotel room, I woke up feeling refreshed after a long flight to Paris the day before. I stretched out my limbs and savored the feeling of the soft sheets of my king-sized bed as they enveloped me in a warm embrace. Despite the luxurious surroundings, I felt a pang of loneliness as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I reached for the telephone on the nightstand, dialled my family and waited for it to ring. The sound of Bryon's voice filed me with comfort. Although we only spoke for a few minutes, I felt my spirits lift as we chatted about my travels and plans for the day.As I hung up the phone, I changed into my running gear. The soft tank top and yoga pants felt comfortable against my skin as I got dressed. I grabbed my airpods and headed downstairs, eager to take in the sights and sounds of the city. The morning air was crisp and invigorating, and the sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow on the streets outsid
As the King-in-waiting of the Lycan pack, my days were filled with a wide range of duties. From managing the pack's resources and overseeing the training of recruits to mediating disputes between members and representing the pack in meetings with other supernatural communities, there was never a dull moment. Fortunately, my Beta, Cade, made things much easier for me. He was always there to offer support and guidance, and he had started his rituals to officially become my Beta.Despite these distractions, the weight of my responsibilities was often overwhelming. The recent death of my dad, who had served as the pack's alpha for many years, had hit me hard. To make matters worse, my mate, Clarissa, had rejected me. She didn't believe my claims of innocence when it came to the rumors of my infidelity, and this rejection cut me deeply. On top of all this, there was the added stress of a stranger carrying my child.Most nights, I found myself drowning my sorrows in alcohol. I would visit
Tony and I walked along the streets of Paris. He'd made my stay here so wonderful. Despite the heartbreak, I felt from Jalen, being in Paris with Tony by my side made me happy in a way that I couldn't quite explain. He was funny, charming, and an excellent tour guide, showing me all the hidden gems of this beautiful city. We started our day in the morning with croissants and coffee at a charming patisserie, where the sound of sizzling butter filled the air. The flaky, golden layers of the croissants melted in our mouths as we people-watched through the large windows.Next, we visited the iconic Eiffel Tower, taking in the breathtaking view of the city from the top. We snapped some photos and Tony made me laugh with his silly poses. Afterward, we walked around the Champs de Mars park, stopping to admire the street performers and artists.We also visited the Louvre Museum to admire the famous works of art. We spent hours wandering through the galleries, marveling at the masterpieces. I
I woke up feeling like my head was in a vice grip. Every time I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my temples. I groaned, rubbing my temples and squinting at the bright light streaming through the window. It felt like a thousand tiny hammers were pounding away inside my head. My mouth was dry and tasted like I had licked the bottom of an ashtray. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I had to close my eyes for a moment to steady myself.I remembered the whiskey from the night before. I had gotten carried away and had a bit too much to drink. I tried to get up, but my head spun and I had to cling to the bedside table for balance. This hangover was a brutal one. I needed water and aspirin, stat.As I rubbed my eyes, I noticed something strange. There was a warm body next to me. I turned to my side and saw a sleeping Tony. He was snoring softly, one arm was thrown over his head."Oh my goodness!" I gasped in shock. My heart raced as I tried to recall what had happened last nig
I had been trying to reach Clarissa for over a week now. I sent her countless voicemails and messages, but all my attempts were unsuccessful. Her phone was switched off and I knew it would take a miracle to reach her. So, I decided to try a different approach and called her best friend Genevieve.As soon as Genevieve picked up, I could hear the hostility in her voice. "Jalen, what do you want?" she said coldly.I took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. "I just want to talk to Clarissa," I replied. "I know I messed up and I'm sorry, but I need to explain myself."Genevieve snorted. "Explain yourself? You cheated on her, Jalen. How do you explain that away?""I didn't cheat on her deliberately," I protested. "I was drugged. I swear to you, I wouldn't do something like that to Clarissa."There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment I thought Genevieve had hung up on me. But then she spoke again, her voice bitter. "I don't believe you,
The news of the silver syndicate's plan to attack our pack spread like wildfire. The soldiers of our pack told me in detail about the rumors and their sources. My blood boiled with anger and I felt the same intense rage that I felt when I lost my father. He had died at the hands of the silver syndicate. The thought of their warriors coming after we filled me with a sense of urgency, and I knew I had to act quickly to protect my pack and honor my father's legacy.I rallied my pack mates and we shifted into our beast forms, our powerful bodies rippling with muscles and bristling with fur. As we ran towards the silver syndicate's pack, I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins, driving me forward. The night sky was lit up with the sounds of our growls and snarls, and the ground shook with the force of our paws as we pounded the earth.The silver syndicate's warriors were waiting for us, ready for battle. They were in their beast forms too, snarling and baring their sharp teeth. O
I was in the final stretch of my stay in Paris and only had two days left. I'd spent the majority of my time here hanging out with Tony and his family. Tony was especially busy these past few days because his little sister, I made, was turning fourteen. I felt emotionally attached to Imade, so I offered to go shopping with Tony to help prepare for her birthday.We walked down the busy streets of Paris, with Tony leading the way. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, and I followed behind, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. The smell of freshly baked croissants and coffee filled the air, making my mouth water.As we walked, Tony filled me in on the details of Imade's birthday party. "My mum wants to throw her a big bash, with balloons, cake, and lots of presents, just to make her happy."We finally arrived at a bustling marketplace, filled with vendors selling all sorts of things. Tony headed straight for a store selling party supplies, and I followed him inside. The
The day before my departure date was a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, I was excited to get back to my company and oversee the work there, but on the other hand, I was sad to be leaving Paris, the city I had grown to love over the past month. I had been working remotely, but my presence was needed back at the office to ensure everything was running smoothly.I spent the day shopping for gifts for my family, trying to find the perfect tokens of my affection. I wanted to make sure my dad, mum, Bryon, and his wife, Sydney all got something. I browsed through multiple stores, searching for the perfect presents. Finally, I found some beautifully handcrafted souvenirs for each of them. I hoped they would appreciate them.I went back to the hotel, feeling tired but satisfied with my day's work. I started packing my stuff, trying to fit everything into my luggage. I had brought a lot of clothes and other items with me, but now it seemed like they wouldn't fit in my bags anymore.I lay in