“When did you last see him?” Mrs. Collins asked me, her voice laced with a curious undertone.“Eight months ago…” I murmured. The words felt heavy, like an anchor in my heart. It seemed like a very long time ago, yet every memory of those days was as vivid as if it had been only yesterday.Mrs. Collins' eyes softened, a warm smile gracing her features. “Then Alex is still among the living,” she said gently. “He came to me about four months ago. On the very day you visited in the afternoon, he was here in the morning. I’ve always wondered, didn’t you two cross paths?”At her words, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me, and tears cascaded down my cheeks uncontrollably. “Is he really still alive?” I choked out, disbelief and hope warring within me.“Yes, he is,” Mrs. Collins affirmed, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. Her touch was like a balm, easing the turmoil within me.The relief was immense, like a burdensome rock being lifted from my heart. Yet, in its wake, a torrent of tea
The Aurora in front of me was not real, a mere mirage crafted by the turmoil within my mind. A manifestation of schizophrenia, that cruel architect of distorted realities.As these thoughts lingered, the abrupt ring of my phone shattered the silence. The caller ID displayed a familiar name: the doctor from the monastery. I hesitated for a moment before answering, my voice tinged with weariness. "Yes, Doctor?""Mr. Xander, I'm concerned about you," the doctor's voice came through, tinged with worry. "The staff mentioned you've been experiencing hallucinations. Are you feeling alright?"I let out a heavy sigh, a mixture of frustration and exhaustion seeping into my tone. "Yes, I'm okay, Doctor. Perhaps it's just fatigue.""Mr. Xander," he continued, his tone serious yet empathetic, "such hallucinations could stem from stress or suppressed emotions. If they persist, it might help to confront and release whatever burdens your heart. It could be the key to freeing yourself from these visio
Kissing her lips bestowed upon me a resurgence of life, akin to a parched adventurer wandering in the desert for days, deprived of water, who suddenly stumbles upon an oasis. There, he eagerly drinks in the life-affirming coolness of the water. In a similar vein, I indulged in Aurora's presence. The desire, the vitality, and all that I yearned for were encapsulated in her. As I embraced her entire being, it was a craving not just for her, but for life itself.Despite the creeping suspicion that she might be an illusion, I was resolute in my pursuit of fulfillment and passion. I vowed to give back everything I took, every ounce of myself, to her. Our connection was profound and inexplicable, transcending the bounds of reality. Although she seemed ethereal, untouched and pure, I approached her with gentleness and consideration, savoring each movement. Yet, in an unexpected twist, she grasped me fiercely, urging me closer, inviting me to merge with her essence.She yearned for us to beco
I hesitated between laughter and sorrow as Alex and I found ourselves exiled from the monastery. The incident in one of its rooms had clearly crossed a line. Even though Alex was one of the largest donors to the monastery and was called brother by the staff, having sex on the monastery grounds was really considered blasphemy by them."I'm relieved you didn't shave your head," I said, wrapping my arms around Alex affectionately."I was close to it, Aurora. If you'd arrived even a day later, today would've been my initiation, and I'd be bald," Alex replied with a chuckle.Returning to the orphanage to visit Mrs. Collins, we were greeted by the familiar walls, infused with the lingering scent of detergent from the hanging clothes, and the joyful laughter of the children."Mother," Alex began, sitting beside her. "This is Aurora.""Yes, my son, I remember her. She worked here voluntarily for four months. But tell me, have you chosen her as your partner?" Mrs. Collins asked, her eyes twink
Alex's face turned pale as he sank into the garden chair, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me think about it for a moment. This is still a shocking revelation to me."I unfolded the cloth with trembling hands, revealing the message written in blood."Alexander, we love you. When you find your mate, you're meant to be the Alpha king. Only with the Moon Goddess's blessing can you save us, your people. You'll always be our Alpha. Love, Mom."The weight of his destiny seemed to hang in the air, a tangible presence that Alex couldn't simply dismiss. This was his sole link to his family, a calling to become the alpha king."Aurora," Alex finally spoke, his smile forced and brittle. "I think I'll pass on it." His voice wavered as he continued, "My parents might have been like yours – ambitious, perhaps even cruel. Think about it, they abandoned me at an orphanage. I don't need to be the alpha king. All I yearn for is a simple life in the village. With you."I moved to the chair beside
He walked to the other side of the door and placed his hand on a fingerprint scanner, then spoke a voice password. Instantly, the mansion sprang to life. Lights illuminated the sprawling gardens and interior, transforming the place from a sleeping giant into a beacon of activity and luxury.As we stepped inside, the sheer size of the mansion was overwhelming. The entrance hall, with its sleek, minimalist design, opened up into a vast, light-filled space. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered panoramic views of the surrounding landscape, while modern LED lighting created a welcoming ambiance.To the right, a spacious living area featured contemporary furniture, a state-of-the-art entertainment system, and abstract art pieces that added splashes of color. Straight ahead, a floating staircase with glass railings led to the upper levels, its clean lines embodying modern architectural beauty. To the left, the dining area showcased an expansive, elegant glass table, surrounded by designer chairs
"Your mother isn't actually thinking she can eliminate Nathan and Daniella, right?" Alex's concern echoed through the study room as he watched my mother disappear into Nathan and Daniella's room. The absence of CCTV left us blind to her actions within. His voice, tinged with anxiety, broke the silence.I felt a knot of worry tighten in my stomach. "Why?" I managed to ask.He glanced at me, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Today marks two months, since the Moon Goddess's battle began. There's no way they haven't prepared for an assassination attempt," he explained, his voice low.I swallowed hard, a sense of dread washing over me. "For real? What's going to happen to my mom?"Alex let out a heavy sigh, the weight of his thoughts apparent. "In my opinion, she may fail to kill Nathan and Daniella. But with Linda here, she might escape unscathed or maybe some miracle could happen, still she will survive."I tried to muster a smile, seeking solace in his presence. "Then I
Alex and I stood atop the mansion, our training session in full swing. He stripped down to his shorts, revealing a physique sculpted with muscles and adorned with numerous bullet wounds - a testament to his resilience. I couldn't help but marvel at Alex's strength, watching him effortlessly perform one-handed push-ups, his count effortlessly surpassing a hundred.Despite being endowed with werewolf power, Alex's physical prowess was undeniably impressive. Dressed in my sports bra, I joined him in the rigorous workout, our bodies glistening with sweat under the relentless sun. It felt surreal, considering our past - simple conversations about books and teaching, now replaced by this intense preparation to conquer the world. I took a moment to gaze out at the sea from our elevated vantage point, musing softly, "Yes, it truly feels like a dream."Alex, continuing his one-armed push-ups, broke the silence. “I have sent a letter proposing honorable battle to Prince Nicholas and Nadine. It'