“I do not love him!”
For what could be the thousandth time in the last hour Ember Leander exclaimed, her frustration evident in her voice.She is being bethrothed to Lucas Ardolf who is the alpha male of their pack. While that could be any other girl's dream, it was definitely not hers. Her mother sensing her distress, moved closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determinatioon. She sits closer to Ember on the bed, placing a gentle hand over her daughter's attempting to offer comfort, but Ember recoiled, pulling her hand away, her eyes welling up with tears''Mom please,'' Ember's voice cracked, her words barely above a whisper. ''You can't make me do this. I can't marry him. I'll be trapped, i'll never be happy.'' her voice broke as she struggled to continue, her words tumbling out in a desperate plea. ''You know i'm not strong enough like the others, he will crush me, mom''. Ember's eyes begging her mom to see the fear that gripped her heart, a last ditch attempt to convince her mom to spare her from a fate she could not bare.Just as Ember's words hung in the air, the door swung open, her father, Ryker, strode in. His piercing gaze and chiseled features seem like they were carved from granite. His expression unyielding.Ryker was once a respected member of the pack, his reputation had been tarnished by a past mistake, a mistake that had caused him his position and pride. His eyes once warm and pride now a hold a strong tint of cold calculation. His broad shoulders and towering height commanding attention. His voive was deep and firm, ''Enough Ember'' he said, his tone final. ''Your mother and i have discussed this. Marrying Lucas is the only way to restore our family's honor within the pack. You will do as you are told.''The weight of his words heavy in the air, leaving Ember trapped and helpless. Her Father's determination to reclaim their family's status overwhelmed his concern for her happiness or well being.Ember's eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising in hopeless defiance. ''Honor and status? You call sacrificing my happiness and freedom 'honor?' You are trying to buy back your respectability with my life, after single handedly ruining our family's reputation with your own mistakes! Your precious honor was lost the moment you betrayed mom and the pack, not me!''The words cut deep and for a moment Rykert's expression seemed to crack, revealing a glimmer of pain but it was too quickly replaced by his usual stern mask.Ember's voice cracked as she turned to leave, ''you will nevr regain what you lost farher, and now you are loosing me too''. With that she stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her. She marched towards the yard, her feet carrying her towards the familiar comfort of moon river, the one place she could escape the suffocating expectations of her family and the pack.******
The river unfuried like a shimmering ribbon, it's gentle curves and bends a masterful brushstroke of nature's artistry. She slipped off her dress, and it fell to the ground. The moonlight shone down on her bare skin as she waded into the water. She felt free and at peace.The gentle current of enveloped her like a soothing embrace. She closed her eyes, allowing the water to wash away her tears and calm her turbulent thoughts. Emer's development as a wolf has been very slow, lagging behind her peeers in the pack. While they had begun to exhibit their powers in their early teens, Ember's abilities had only started to manifest recently, and even then they were weak and unpredictable. However, a long forgotten prophecy had hinted at Ember's hidden potential. According to the pack's elderly wise woman, Ember was destined to become a powerful wolf, one who would surpass even the strongest members of the pack.Lucas, ever the opportunist, had taken notice of the prophecy. He believed that Ember's slow development was merely a delay before her true potential was released, and he wanted to be the one to harness that power, to shape and control it. By marrying Ember, he hoped to tap into her latent strength using it to solidify his own positon and dominance in the pack.*********
''Well, well, well '' a male voice very low and husky suddenly startled Ember. ''looks like i've stumbled upon a mermaid, and a beautiful one at that'' he continued, his voice getting more audible as he approached the bank of the riverEmber is still backing the voice, she thinks it is Lucas and refuses to give him any attention''Oh come on mermaid'' his voice dripping with tease. ''Don't be shy, turn around and show me what you are hiding''. Ember immediately turns around, and she does not see a dark haired Lucas with his brown eyes, her eyes met a strangers. His dark hair was messy and unkempt, framing his sharp jawline and angular cheekbones. His eyes a deep shade of blue, and his lips curved into a sly smile.''Nice jars you got there''Ember's freezes for a moment, a flush creeeps up her cheeks and her eyes widened as she remembers she was still completely naked but now standing straight up in the river while facing this stranger. She then crosses her hand over her chest, her gaze darting to the crystal blue water.His smile grew even wider as he intoduced himself, his voice confident and smooth. ''I am Thorne, and you are...?''Ember's face was still flushed, her stare intensified on the flow of water in the river almost as if she was considering drowning would be a better fate at the moment''E-Ember...'' she manages to utter, her words trailing off into a soft tumble. Thorne takes a step closer, his smile vanishing, his eyes narrowing. His body tensed, his muscles flexing beneath his skin as he continues moving closer to her. His face was now stern, and his voice was low and commanding.''Ember Leandre, look at me'' he said, his words firm but controlled.The atmosphere around them seemed to shift, Ember's eyes darted up finally meeting Thorne's intense gaze. Her heart racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. ''How does he know my name?''''Who is he?''''He is even hotter up close''The series of thoughts that hurried around in Ember's headThorne's next words left her doubting her sanity''Ember Leandre, we need to get married''.Ember's eyes still widened in disbelief''Marry you?'' she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. ''I don't even know who you are!'' her voice getting louder as she does not even attempt to hide her irritation. The stranger chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. ''You do not need to know me, you jus need to know that i can offer you a life beyond your wildest dreams, Ember Leander''A shiver ran down her spine with how her name rolled of his tongue. It was as if he caressed her name, she felt a flush rise to her cheek and her gaze drop.He seemed to sense the effect all this was having on her so he took a step even closer, this time their noses were inches away from touching, with Ember's hands still crossed over her bare chest. A thrilling sensation running through her body as he continues his proposal, his eyes locking unto hers with an unnerving intensity. ''I can offer you freedom from your family's expectation, and freedom to forge your own path. The stranger's gaze li
Forty eight hours.That was howmuch time Thorne had given Ember to make her decision. Time was finally up and as she arrived at thier meeting point, moon river. She met Thorne sitting on the riverbank, his legs playfully swishing in the water. His muscular build was evident even from a distance, his broad shoulders and chiesled arms a testament to his strength. His dark hair, always messy and unkemp, yet in a very attractive way, and his piercing eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight.As she drew closer, Ember realized he was shirtless. She then noticed a scar on his back, a jogged line that ran from his shoulder blade to his waist. It looked like a crescent moon. As soon as Thorne sensed her presence, he stood up, his movements fluid and graceful. He pulled on his shirt, the fabric clinging to his damp skin, and turned to face her. His eyes locked unto hers and asked seemingly out of nowhere''Do you think the stars are jealous of the moon's ability to control the tides?''Ember's ey
As Ember struggled to her feet, her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene that lay before her. And then for the first time since coming down, she noticed a message just above the fire place. It appeared to written with her own parent’s blood . “You disappointed me, Ember” Ember’s mind reeled as she stumbled backward, her hand flying to her mouth in horror. The words seemed to sear themselves into her brain. It was Lucas. He did this He killed her parents and still took advantage of her Her anguish turned to anger and very quickly back to pain again. She felt a scream building in her throat, but it was trapped, unable to escape. Her eyes remained fixed on the gruesome message, her mind racing with questions. Her vision began to blur, and she felt herself swaying. She reached out, blindly searching for something to hold onto, but found nothing. The room seemed to be spinning, and she was trapped in the center of a living nightmare. Two nights had passed since the death of
It is now two months into their sham marriage, Thorne had made it clear from the start that their union was purely political, a means to solidify his power and control over the pack. He had no intention of consummating their marriage, and Ember was secretly relieved. She had never wanted to be with him in the first place, and the thought of sharing a bed with him was unbearable. Thorne’s cold demeanor had become the norm, and Ember had grown used to his aloofness. She found herself feeling more comfortable with the distance between them, free to focus on her own interests and pursuits without the burden of pretending to be a loving wife. Augusta, Thorne’s mother, had never warmed up to Ember. She saw her as a weak and unworthy mate for her son, a mere pawn in their political game. Augusta’s disdain for Ember was palpable, her condescending gaze and sharp tongue making Ember feel like an outsider in her own home. One day, Augusta confronted Ember in the manor’s garden, her voice low
Nova City was a world away from the dense forests and rolling hills of Ember's former life in the pack. The metropolitan landscape was a mix of steel and concrete, with towering skyscrapers and bustling streets that never seemed to sleep. The air pulsed with the hum of traffic, the chatter of pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the distance. It was a far cry from the peaceful howls and rustling leaves of the forest, where the only sound was the beat of the pack's heart.Five years had passed since Ember fled the pack, leaving behind the only life she knew. Her child, a bright and curious four-year-old named Aria, was a constant reminder of the secrets she kept hidden. Ember's heart swelled with love and worry as she watched Aria's eyes light up with wonder at the city's sights and sounds. Some days, like today, the weight of her past felt like a heavy cloak, threatening to suffocate her. But Ember pushed on, determined to build a new life for herself and Aria, free from
Thorne:It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor.The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.Kael, the pack beta, approached Thorne with caution, his eyes fixed on the Alpha's imposing figure. He maintained a safe distance, his tail tucked between his legs, and his ears slightly back, displaying a submissive posture."Alpha Thorne," Kael said, his voice low and measured, "I come with news from the scouts I sent out."Thorne's gaze r
Thorne's expression turned glacial, his eyes flashing with a warning. "What are you implying, Kieran?"Kieran smiled, his lips curling up with a sly intent. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm implying. We have information you need, Thorne. And we're willing to share it... for a price."Lyra's eyes gleamed with excitement, her voice purring with anticipation. "Yes, Thorne. Let's play a game. You see, we've discovered something... intriguing. Something that could change the course of your search entirely."Thorne's jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto Kieran's, his voice low and deadly. "What do you know, Kieran?"Lyra's finger rose to her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She pressed her finger against her mouth, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Shhh, Thorne. Now, now, dear. We have something you want, but... what's in it for us?"Her gaze drifted lazily over Thorne's face, her eyes lingering on his lips before returning to his eyes. Her voice was husky, her tone drippi
Ember:Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4.It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.As she straightened her papers and filed them away, Ember's mind turned to her daughter, Sophia, who would be waiting for her at kindergarten. She smiled, thinking about the stories Sophia would tell her about her day, and the snuggles they would share on the walk home.With a final glance around her organized desk, Ember stood up, smoothed her skirt, and headed o
Ember slowly opened her eyes, wincing as the bright sunlight pierced through her living room window. She hadn't bothered to close the blinds before collapsing onto the couch the night before, exhausted and distraught. Her eyes felt puffy and dry from crying herself to sleep. She was still wearing her work clothes from the previous day, the familiar scent of her office lingering on her blouse.As she sat up, her mind raced back to the confrontation with her supervisor. The accusation, the threat, the ultimatum. 24 hours to produce the missing money or face the consequences. Ember's heart raced as she thought about the impossibility of it all. She had no idea where the money was, and even if she did, she couldn't possibly come up with that amount in such a short time.She thought about Sophia, her daughter, and how she had left her in the care of Miss Jenkins the night before. She hadn't wanted to see her in this state, didn't want to worry her or have her sense the
Ember sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee as she watched Sophia munch on her breakfast of bread and jam. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted her daughter's bright blue eyes and curly brown hair, and Ember's heart swelled with love.As she gazed at Sophia, last night's conversation replayed in her mind. The beast inside her, pushing her to defend herself... Ember's thoughts trailed off as she noticed Sophia's voracious appetite. She was devouring her breakfast with a intensity that made Ember chuckle."Sophia, slow down, sweetie! You're going to choke!" Ember warned, laughing.Sophia looked up, jam smeared on her cheek, and grinned. "I'm just really hungry, Mommy!"Ember's eyes lingered on her daughter's face, and a realization struck her. Sophia had always had a healthy appetite, but lately, it seemed...different. Almost as if she was eating for two.A pang of worry shot through
As they entered their apartment, Ember couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. The building wasn't the most luxurious, with its worn carpet and faded paint, but their small apartment was cozy. The smell of fresh bread wafted from the bakery on the first floor, making her stomach growl with hunger.Their apartment was a humble one-bedroom, with a living room that doubled as a dining area. The kitchen was tiny, but Ember had managed to make it functional. There were two bathrooms, a luxury in a building as old as this one. The furniture was second-hand, but Ember had spruced it up with colorful throw pillows and blankets.As they entered, Sophia ran ahead, dropping her backpack on the floor. "I'm starving, Mommy! Can we have pizza for dinner?" She flopped down on the worn couch, her eyes fixed on the TV.Ember smiled, exhaustion forgotten in the face of her daughter's enthusiasm. "We'll see, sweetie. Let me check what we have in the frid
Ember:Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4.It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.As she straightened her papers and filed them away, Ember's mind turned to her daughter, Sophia, who would be waiting for her at kindergarten. She smiled, thinking about the stories Sophia would tell her about her day, and the snuggles they would share on the walk home.With a final glance around her organized desk, Ember stood up, smoothed her skirt, and headed o
Thorne's expression turned glacial, his eyes flashing with a warning. "What are you implying, Kieran?"Kieran smiled, his lips curling up with a sly intent. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm implying. We have information you need, Thorne. And we're willing to share it... for a price."Lyra's eyes gleamed with excitement, her voice purring with anticipation. "Yes, Thorne. Let's play a game. You see, we've discovered something... intriguing. Something that could change the course of your search entirely."Thorne's jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto Kieran's, his voice low and deadly. "What do you know, Kieran?"Lyra's finger rose to her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She pressed her finger against her mouth, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Shhh, Thorne. Now, now, dear. We have something you want, but... what's in it for us?"Her gaze drifted lazily over Thorne's face, her eyes lingering on his lips before returning to his eyes. Her voice was husky, her tone drippi
Thorne:It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor.The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.Kael, the pack beta, approached Thorne with caution, his eyes fixed on the Alpha's imposing figure. He maintained a safe distance, his tail tucked between his legs, and his ears slightly back, displaying a submissive posture."Alpha Thorne," Kael said, his voice low and measured, "I come with news from the scouts I sent out."Thorne's gaze r
Nova City was a world away from the dense forests and rolling hills of Ember's former life in the pack. The metropolitan landscape was a mix of steel and concrete, with towering skyscrapers and bustling streets that never seemed to sleep. The air pulsed with the hum of traffic, the chatter of pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the distance. It was a far cry from the peaceful howls and rustling leaves of the forest, where the only sound was the beat of the pack's heart.Five years had passed since Ember fled the pack, leaving behind the only life she knew. Her child, a bright and curious four-year-old named Aria, was a constant reminder of the secrets she kept hidden. Ember's heart swelled with love and worry as she watched Aria's eyes light up with wonder at the city's sights and sounds. Some days, like today, the weight of her past felt like a heavy cloak, threatening to suffocate her. But Ember pushed on, determined to build a new life for herself and Aria, free from
It is now two months into their sham marriage, Thorne had made it clear from the start that their union was purely political, a means to solidify his power and control over the pack. He had no intention of consummating their marriage, and Ember was secretly relieved. She had never wanted to be with him in the first place, and the thought of sharing a bed with him was unbearable. Thorne’s cold demeanor had become the norm, and Ember had grown used to his aloofness. She found herself feeling more comfortable with the distance between them, free to focus on her own interests and pursuits without the burden of pretending to be a loving wife. Augusta, Thorne’s mother, had never warmed up to Ember. She saw her as a weak and unworthy mate for her son, a mere pawn in their political game. Augusta’s disdain for Ember was palpable, her condescending gaze and sharp tongue making Ember feel like an outsider in her own home. One day, Augusta confronted Ember in the manor’s garden, her voice low
As Ember struggled to her feet, her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene that lay before her. And then for the first time since coming down, she noticed a message just above the fire place. It appeared to written with her own parent’s blood . “You disappointed me, Ember” Ember’s mind reeled as she stumbled backward, her hand flying to her mouth in horror. The words seemed to sear themselves into her brain. It was Lucas. He did this He killed her parents and still took advantage of her Her anguish turned to anger and very quickly back to pain again. She felt a scream building in her throat, but it was trapped, unable to escape. Her eyes remained fixed on the gruesome message, her mind racing with questions. Her vision began to blur, and she felt herself swaying. She reached out, blindly searching for something to hold onto, but found nothing. The room seemed to be spinning, and she was trapped in the center of a living nightmare. Two nights had passed since the death of