Emerald Instead of resting early last night because I don't have overtime at work, Zane's sudden suggestion kept me wide awake all night. Fortunately, I didn't oversleep; otherwise, I'd be late for work."You look like a panda today," Mathilda noted. "Stop minding the rumors. They'll eventually fade."Oh, no! It's not the rumors that caused it, but our stupid friend's proposal. I wondered if Zane was even thinking when he blurted those words out, or was it out of pity. Whatever his intentions, I didn't like it."It's not the issue, but the stupid Zane, Mathilda!" I exclaimed.I saw a hint of a smile on her face, which confirmed everything. I wondered if they had all planned it together and let Zane be the one to execute it alone.My annoyance reached its highest level. Though I knew they just wanted what was best for me, I didn't like their planned solution to my problem."Don't you like it? Zane is mateless; you can use him. Besides, there's nothing to lose if you do it," Mathilda t
Matthew My life hasn't improved since the last time I fetched Natasha from the hospital. Her attitude has worsened, and if Emerald's schedule isn't changed, she will continue to create chaos there.I, on the other hand, am almost at the edge of my patience. No matter how hard I try to convince Natasha that I'm not backing out from the promise I made, she won't believe me. She wants me to fully commit to her to ease her mind, but with Emerald affecting me, I can't do it."Maybe in weeks or days, Crescentius will start the attack," Nicholas exclaimed, in one of our meetings.The impending fight not only brings trouble to all of us but also adds to the frustration I have with my life. I want to put an end to everything once and for all, but with the existing complications, it all seems impossible."I've sent notices to our allies, just in case. Our top priority is our constituents and as much as possible let's minimize the bloodshed and take the high road in this upcoming war," Nichola
EmeraldMy heart was pounding as I tended to Matthew's wound. I was meant to be on duty at the homestead this week, but due to the sudden war with the Crescentius, the Alpha personally requested my help here."All done. Just apply this ointment to prevent scarring," I handed him the bottle.Matthew's eyes lingered on me while I waited for him to take the ointment from my hand. He remained still, gazing at me as if I were a piece of art in a gallery. I felt a little awkward."Matthew?" I waved my hand in front of his face. "You're all set. You can go now."The longer we stayed in the same room, the more I struggled to breathe freely. Despite the rejection and pain, Matthew still had that effect on me. I suppose it will forever be etched on me, like a tattoo etched into my body. "Oh... uhh, thank you," he stuttered, accepting the bottle.I nodded and gestured towards the door for him to leave. He seemed hesitant, moving slowly as if he were an aged man. Just as he was about to exit, so
Emerald I don't believe that one mistake can be justified by committing another. It wasn’t, and never will be, okay. But sometimes, even when it’s not right, we are forced to choose such a path—not for ourselves, but for others and for the sake of peace. Being called names by others, especially being labeled a mistress, is unacceptable. At first, I thought I could bear the pain, tolerate the shame, the embarrassment, and even the insults. But why should I be a martyr? Who in their right mind would allow others to call them names that aren't true? My parents raised me well, and I won’t let someone call me a mistress just because she thinks she's right. Not this time. "I thought you'd never accept it. You were so opposed to the idea," Mathilda commented after Zane and I told her about our plan. I wasn’t supposed to go down this road. Mathilda had once told me not to use someone else to numb my pain, but now, she was the one pushing me to move forward with this scheme. I could hav
Emerald I stood there, surrounded by the other nurses whispering to one another. Their curious glances and stifled giggles were unbearable, but I tried my best to remain composed. “No, I’m not a mistress,” I firmly repeated, glaring at them. Their faces betrayed a mix of discomfort and guilt, but none of them spoke up. It was obvious they believed the gossip, or at the very least, found it entertaining. "I wonder who spread the gossip. I'd like to talk to them," I added. I felt a surge of anger rising. How could people gossip so easily without knowing the truth? It wasn’t just about me anymore—it was about clearing my name and protecting my dignity. Back in the States, spreading rumors had consequences, but here, it seemed people thrived on them. As I stewed in frustration, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Matthew, of all people, standing there. “Matthew?” I said, my voice tight with surprise. He hadn’t been at the homestead in months, and now he shows up
EmeraldI used to hide and let rumors take control. I thought the best way to deal with them was through silence. I don’t know if I was foolish to let Matthew publicly announce the truth—that he rejected me. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, a burst of emotion I couldn’t contain. I could have just told him to say we weren’t together, that I wasn’t his mistress. It wasn’t until after a call with my friends that I realized how poor that decision had been."Isn't it more embarrassing to have everyone know you were rejected?" That was Mathilda’s message after our call last night.It dawned on me a little too late. The fact that I had Zane as my fake mate hadn’t even registered. People might have viewed things differently if I had simply let the rumors die on their own.When my duty at the homestead ended and I was reassigned back to the city, I thought I’d left it all behind. But as soon as I returned, a new rumor had taken root—that I had only used Zane to heal a broken heart caused
"Welcome home, Emerald." My mouth pursed into a smile after reading the big banner hung right in front of the gate before entering the homestead. A few familiar faces are outside, waiting for me to get out of my car. It's been a decade since I left the homestead to study in the States. Now that I have been a successful doctor, the Alpha wanted me to serve Red Moon. Going here was never part of my plan, but because I missed my parents too. I took the opportunity. I said yes to the Alpha's proposal. Well, some of my friends really did convince me to come back. They didn't stop until I agreed. When I stepped out of my car, I received a flood of praise. Some are fakes, while others are genuine. Nonetheless, I just smiled at them all. I foresee their real intentions. Being away from the pack and not receiving sufficient training for my other identity does not make me inferior. My wolf's prowess is comparable to that of the majority. "How's living abroad?" Amelia, my cousin, asked. I s
Emerald "I, Matthew Sainthood, rejected you, Emerald Green, as my fated mate," he said without remorse. His eyes were cold and brutal. There was no hint of regret or any other emotion in it. The coldness of the night couldn't freeze my heart any further, though it tried its best to numb the pain of rejection that ran so deep. Returning to this Pack felt like a coveted nightmare, a desperate hope for an increasingly distant fairy-tale ending. I bit my lip, yearning desperately for a change of fate, praying with all my might that Matthew would take back the words he had uttered. But he didn't. "Are you deaf or something?" he angrily snapped. "Accept my rejection, and let's put an end to this."My heart felt as if it were being squeezed, making it hard to breathe as I processed his rejection. I never expected my mate to be so heartless.A hundred 'why's' raced through my mind like a relentless current, but I couldn't muster the courage to ask Matthew all my questions.However, all of
EmeraldI used to hide and let rumors take control. I thought the best way to deal with them was through silence. I don’t know if I was foolish to let Matthew publicly announce the truth—that he rejected me. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, a burst of emotion I couldn’t contain. I could have just told him to say we weren’t together, that I wasn’t his mistress. It wasn’t until after a call with my friends that I realized how poor that decision had been."Isn't it more embarrassing to have everyone know you were rejected?" That was Mathilda’s message after our call last night.It dawned on me a little too late. The fact that I had Zane as my fake mate hadn’t even registered. People might have viewed things differently if I had simply let the rumors die on their own.When my duty at the homestead ended and I was reassigned back to the city, I thought I’d left it all behind. But as soon as I returned, a new rumor had taken root—that I had only used Zane to heal a broken heart caused
Emerald I stood there, surrounded by the other nurses whispering to one another. Their curious glances and stifled giggles were unbearable, but I tried my best to remain composed. “No, I’m not a mistress,” I firmly repeated, glaring at them. Their faces betrayed a mix of discomfort and guilt, but none of them spoke up. It was obvious they believed the gossip, or at the very least, found it entertaining. "I wonder who spread the gossip. I'd like to talk to them," I added. I felt a surge of anger rising. How could people gossip so easily without knowing the truth? It wasn’t just about me anymore—it was about clearing my name and protecting my dignity. Back in the States, spreading rumors had consequences, but here, it seemed people thrived on them. As I stewed in frustration, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Matthew, of all people, standing there. “Matthew?” I said, my voice tight with surprise. He hadn’t been at the homestead in months, and now he shows up
Emerald I don't believe that one mistake can be justified by committing another. It wasn’t, and never will be, okay. But sometimes, even when it’s not right, we are forced to choose such a path—not for ourselves, but for others and for the sake of peace. Being called names by others, especially being labeled a mistress, is unacceptable. At first, I thought I could bear the pain, tolerate the shame, the embarrassment, and even the insults. But why should I be a martyr? Who in their right mind would allow others to call them names that aren't true? My parents raised me well, and I won’t let someone call me a mistress just because she thinks she's right. Not this time. "I thought you'd never accept it. You were so opposed to the idea," Mathilda commented after Zane and I told her about our plan. I wasn’t supposed to go down this road. Mathilda had once told me not to use someone else to numb my pain, but now, she was the one pushing me to move forward with this scheme. I could hav
EmeraldMy heart was pounding as I tended to Matthew's wound. I was meant to be on duty at the homestead this week, but due to the sudden war with the Crescentius, the Alpha personally requested my help here."All done. Just apply this ointment to prevent scarring," I handed him the bottle.Matthew's eyes lingered on me while I waited for him to take the ointment from my hand. He remained still, gazing at me as if I were a piece of art in a gallery. I felt a little awkward."Matthew?" I waved my hand in front of his face. "You're all set. You can go now."The longer we stayed in the same room, the more I struggled to breathe freely. Despite the rejection and pain, Matthew still had that effect on me. I suppose it will forever be etched on me, like a tattoo etched into my body. "Oh... uhh, thank you," he stuttered, accepting the bottle.I nodded and gestured towards the door for him to leave. He seemed hesitant, moving slowly as if he were an aged man. Just as he was about to exit, so
Matthew My life hasn't improved since the last time I fetched Natasha from the hospital. Her attitude has worsened, and if Emerald's schedule isn't changed, she will continue to create chaos there.I, on the other hand, am almost at the edge of my patience. No matter how hard I try to convince Natasha that I'm not backing out from the promise I made, she won't believe me. She wants me to fully commit to her to ease her mind, but with Emerald affecting me, I can't do it."Maybe in weeks or days, Crescentius will start the attack," Nicholas exclaimed, in one of our meetings.The impending fight not only brings trouble to all of us but also adds to the frustration I have with my life. I want to put an end to everything once and for all, but with the existing complications, it all seems impossible."I've sent notices to our allies, just in case. Our top priority is our constituents and as much as possible let's minimize the bloodshed and take the high road in this upcoming war," Nichola
Emerald Instead of resting early last night because I don't have overtime at work, Zane's sudden suggestion kept me wide awake all night. Fortunately, I didn't oversleep; otherwise, I'd be late for work."You look like a panda today," Mathilda noted. "Stop minding the rumors. They'll eventually fade."Oh, no! It's not the rumors that caused it, but our stupid friend's proposal. I wondered if Zane was even thinking when he blurted those words out, or was it out of pity. Whatever his intentions, I didn't like it."It's not the issue, but the stupid Zane, Mathilda!" I exclaimed.I saw a hint of a smile on her face, which confirmed everything. I wondered if they had all planned it together and let Zane be the one to execute it alone.My annoyance reached its highest level. Though I knew they just wanted what was best for me, I didn't like their planned solution to my problem."Don't you like it? Zane is mateless; you can use him. Besides, there's nothing to lose if you do it," Mathilda t
Emerald"His woman just appeared out of nowhere and yanked my hair!" I complained while Mathilda tended to the scratches on my face."She even announced Matthew's rejection of me. She wants to humiliate me so badly. Now it will surely spread across the hospital!"If only I had known that Matthew had a possessive partner, I could have prepared myself. Seriously, she acted so immaturely, causing chaos in the hospital. And with so many people around! I understand it might be due to pregnancy hormones, but couldn't she control herself, at the very least?"Oh, yeah? You should have let her miscarry instead of injecting her with calming substance," Margarita annoyingly interjected.Well, there was no obstetrician-gynecologist available earlier in the area except for me. If I had let my pride take over and acted unprofessionally, something could have gone wrong with Natasha. Though I may not like her, I'm not heartless, especially since it's my job to save lives and not the other way aroun
Matthew"Is everything set? We're coming," Nicholas asked on the phone.After a couple of visits to the human territory to coax Aria, he finally had a chance to bring her back here. Well, it was not voluntary. It just so happened that Aria exposed herself to the human villagers, and as her punishment, she was banished. Then, my brother came to the rescue."Yes, I have everything set."The guilt within me still lingers deep in my heart. Aria was a friend, but I betrayed her by killing her parents. It was hate that drove me to commit such actions. Because I knew my brother couldn't do it."Good, we'll be there in an hour."The call ended, and I went out to check everything. My brother wanted to have a huge feast, but for sure Aria wouldn't like it, so instead, we prepared an exclusive feast among officials only.I've been so busy these past few weeks, traveling in and out of the pack, and connecting with our allies because there's a current threat to our pack, a possible war arising due
EmeraldAll the hurt I had kept in the past weeks poured out once and for all as Matthew held me. His eyes were sad and tired, but I couldn't bring myself to understand him.My emotion was utterly overwhelming."Why did you reject me?" I whispered.We were outside of the club, leaving my friends behind. It was not my character to show vulnerability, but perhaps because of the alcohol, both my weakness and my courage to face our dilemma intervened."And why do you keep coming every time I want to forget you?" I added, getting rid of his hold.He tried to reach out to me one more time, but I moved away. I didn't want to get too close to him, not when I was this weak and a slave to my own emotions."I need answers, Matthew. Closure for the relationship that we didn't start," I sarcastically said.This is the curse of a werewolf. Our fate is destined. Our lifetime partners are already chosen. If only I could freely choose who I wanted to be, I'd choose someone who would choose me over eve