Giovanni's Perspective
We exchanged pleasantries for a while, and it dawned on me that "Aurora's" expression always seemed unnatural whenever I called her name. Her deep eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation and uneasiness, as if she had something she wanted to say but couldn't find the words."What's wrong?" I asked with concern.Aurora shook her head gently. "Nothing."As I tried to continue my questioning, a bell rang in the distance. She looked back at me and asked, "Do you need anything? I have to get breakfast ready."Reluctantly, I released her. "I won't keep you. I should get ready too. I can't wait to see you at breakfast."Aurora smiled gently and stood up, ready to leave.Sensing my mate's departure, my wolf whimpered unhappily, causing me to avert my eyes in embarrassment.Aurora flinched and then smiled softly before she leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon, won't we?"My wolf letFern's PerspectiveThe moon hung high in the sky, and its bright light cascaded like mercury into every corner of the forest. Tonight was a full moon, and the entire wolf pack was in a state of exuberance, eagerly anticipating the grand full moon banquet.The bonfire blazed in the clearing, its light reflecting on every excited face. Laughter echoed in the air, and it seemed that even the night wind carried a hint of joy.The large formal dining room was decorated in red, black, and gold. A band played soft music in the background, and at the other end of the room, a beautiful fireplace made the whole space warm and inviting. The room was already packed with guests—men in suits and women in evening gowns—scattered around, socializing in small groups.The waiters were busy setting delicate plates of food on the tables. I couldn't stop taking it all in. In all the dinner parties I remembered, I was the one busy serving the guests, never having the
Fern's PerspectiveNearby plants glowed with a faint, dreamlike light, as if from a scene in a dream. At my feet, insects rustled, and the nearby stream played a soft melody like an orchestra.In the distance, wolves howled, their eyes fixed on the bright moon. The treetops shimmered silver, and the fog cast blurred shadows through the forest. I quickened my pace among the trees.The stream shimmered in the moonlight, illuminating the greenery and flowers that brushed against my ankles. The ethereal beauty before me lifted my bad mood, and a slow smile spread across my face. Giovanni observed me."Thank you, Giovanni!" I exclaimed, releasing the pent-up boredom of the past few days.Giovanni nodded in response. I happily dashed through the forest toward the moon, as if running toward my freedom.Moonlight bathed me, as if beckoning me back to nature. I couldn't resist the call from within, and my body began to change, muscles exp
Fern's PerspectiveI grunted softly to keep from losing consciousness and falling into a pit of desire, but the faint, inaudible refusal aroused Giovanni's determination to conquer.His hands climbed to the small of my back and reached their peak—a gentle caress that sent my arousal into a frenzy as he brushed them over me.I was lost in his intoxicating scent, feeling arousal grow inside me. My breasts hardened for him, and I found myself excited when he noticed, hunger deep in his eyes.I felt a hot rush beneath me, causing a gasp. My eyes were fixed on Giovanni, who frowned as he lay beneath me. My body trembled slightly under Giovanni's touch, not from fear but from something else.I sensed something stirring slowly, like a huge ship arriving in harbor with a complaining whistle, wondering why ships on long voyages weren't allowed to dock.Giovanni slowly sat up, lifting me again, his lips trailing down my neck, skimming my collarbone again. T
Fern's PerspectiveGiovanni and I settled into a routine. He would come over almost every night if he was home and not traveling. I would play the piano and sing soothing songs, and we would spend a lovely evening together, as all passionate couples do, unless he had to attend to communal business. When that happened, we would have breakfast together before he went off to work or on a business trip, while I continued with my day.No matter how late he came or how busy his day had been, he always brought me a gift of some sort. It amazes me how thoughtful he can be. Usually, he brought me flowers, even though I had a whole garden of them outside my door."What are you going to do today?" Giovanni asked over breakfast one morning. He usually asked this question at breakfast, but this day turned out differently than I expected."I don't know," I replied, as I usually did. I had just finished buttering a piece of toast and was about to take a bite when he folded the newspaper he had bee
Fern's Perspective"Little Tree, do you ever feel like our lives have been too quiet lately?" Giovanni suddenly asked, perhaps noticing the frustration on my face.My heart tightened, and I forced a smile. "Isn't it good to have some quiet?""Of course, it's good," Giovanni replied, "but sometimes I wonder if we should do something special. Like go on a trip or try some new activities. Little Tree, I just want you to be happy. The worry in your eyes always breaks my heart." Giovanni looked at me with an expectant glint in his eyes.I nodded. "That sounds good, we can plan something.""How about we go camping at the nearby lake? I've heard it's very scenic there," Giovanni suggested."Yeah, I haven't camped in a long time," I smiled.Night fell, and the moon hung high in the sky, shedding a silvery white light.It was late, and Giovanni and I lay in bed. Giovanni soon fell asleep, while I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I closed my eyes and
Giovanni's PerspectiveMy heart skipped a beat when I heard Tobias' report, and my expression became complicated.Daylight was rising, spilling through the window onto my strong frame. The wind blew from afar, bringing with it a hint of grass and trees, as well as a long-lost memory.My thoughts were instantly drawn back to that war-torn day many years ago.It was a cold winter; the war raged across the land, and blood stained every inch of it. I was leading my werewolf army in a fierce battle with the enemy. In the ruins, I found a little girl. She was covered in blood but stood tenaciously amidst the rubble, with fearlessness and determination in her eyes. That girl was none other than Vivian."What's your name?" I asked."Vivian," the girl's voice trembled, but there was a hint of resilience.From that day on, Vivian became my "sister" and lived among the wolves.She quickly adapted to life here and showed exceptional intelligence and coura
Tobias' PerspectiveIn the evening, as I busied myself preparing for tomorrow's welcome dinner for Vivian, she found me."Tobias!"Vivian's sweet, sultry voice enveloped me, and my wolf howled with delight. Yes, she was my mate, though no one else knew it."Yes, Vivian?" I couldn't help but smirk, so happy was my wolf to be near her.I had watched her grow up, once considering her like a little sister. But after Vivian had been away for training, conquering, and practicing, my wolf couldn't sense our mate bond for a long time until she returned home to visit a year ago.Oh, how I wished I could mark her, but I had to restrain myself; she hadn't turned 21 yet. Not to mention, she was Giovanni's adopted sister.I could sense how much she relied on Giovanni and how different she had become.Everything had been fine when she wasn't around, but now that she was here so often, it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to concentrate.
Fern's Perspective"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," I muttered under my breath.Another dinner... I didn't know why, but the thought of tonight's banquet was vaguely unsettling.Vivian.Lately, the pack has been abuzz with discussions and stories about her. Somehow, I've had this lingering feeling that her return would change things.It even led me to make excuses yesterday to avoid greeting her when she arrived.Once again, the maid had outdone herself in dressing me. My long hair was elegantly curled and pinned up. My makeup was flawless, with just a hint of blush accentuating my cheeks, giving me an innocent look.Even the formal gown she selected was stunning, its dark blue contrasting beautifully with Giovanni's light-colored eyes—eyes that I fixated on every night before sleep. With him by my side, I felt safe and protected.But tonight was different. Something about this dinner felt unsettling, though I couldn't
Fern's PerspectiveI stood in the kitchen, staring out the window at the fading sunset, my mind in turmoil. Daniel had been especially quiet today. When he came back from school, instead of running out into the yard to play as he usually did, he sat inside the house, staring blankly at the wall. I had tried to talk to him, but Daniel spoke without a hint of a smile, his face distant and expressionless.But today felt different—everything seemed out of place, because it was the night of the full moon.I knew that Daniel wasn't just an ordinary kid. The Alpha werewolf bloodline from Giovanni flowed through him, but more than that, the savage power of the moon that resided within him seemed even stronger. This was something Peter, the wizard, had told us when Daniel was born. That unusual power lay dormant in him, but it could explode at any moment.Though he was still young, I could often feel that power stirring within him. I had tri
Fern's PerspectiveThe moment I stepped out of the building, my mood hadn't fully relaxed, and the unease in my heart felt like an inescapable shadow constantly looming over me.I knew Giovanni's instincts couldn't be wrong. If he had started to suspect me, it would only get harder to keep my secret. As time passed, I began to sense a subtle shift in my bond with him, as though I had unknowingly reestablished some kind of connection.Every time I interacted with him, I could feel that attraction growing stronger, as if some invisible force in the underworld was pulling us back together.But I couldn't let Giovanni uncover the truth. The past couldn't be undone, and I refused to let one bad decision destroy my future, or that of my children.I walked into a café and ordered a coffee before heading to the corner by the window, choosing a secluded spot out of habit. The waitress quickly brought my coffee, and I pulled the cup t
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat in my office, a pile of papers stacked on my desk. But I couldn't bring myself to deal with them—my mind kept drifting back to her, Diana.She was like a riddle I couldn't solve. If she wasn't Fern, why did she look exactly like him? But if she was Fern, why couldn't I feel any trace of the unique bond that had once existed between Fern and me?I rubbed my forehead and then called Tobias. "Tobias, tell her to come in."Moments later, I sensed Diana standing in the doorway. My heightened hearing caught the sound of her taking a deep breath, trying to steady herself before knocking."Come in," I called, my voice low and firm.She slowly pushed the door open and stepped into my office. Her eyes flicked to the picture on the wall—the one of Fern and me, which I'd deliberately had Tobias hang there.I kept my gaze fixed on her, watching closely for any sign of a reaction, any hint o
Fern's PerspectiveThe morning sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains, spilling onto the tabletop and adding a touch of warmth to the humble cottage. Sleep still lingered on Daniel's face as he lazily rose from his bed, his eyes—so deep and dark, like Giovanni's—slowly opening as he gazed out the window at the distant view."Mommy, are we going to the market today?" His voice held a note of anticipation, and despite his young age, he always seemed older than other children.I smiled and nodded, a warmth filling my heart.Since I started working, I'd rented a small house near my company and began living independently with Daniel, despite my parents' strong objections. But I wasn't a little girl relying on my parents anymore; I was a mother now.Besides, after the day of my interview when I learned I'd be working for Giovanni's company, I'd worried that he might uncover Daniel's existence through his investigation of my background. That's why I had to leave my parents behi
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat in my office, brow furrowed, with papers piled as high as a mountain in front of me. My fingers absently scratched across the desk, and my eyes occasionally flicked to the stacks of pending paperwork, but my mind was far from them.Ever since Diana joined the company, my heart has never been at ease. Every day, her familiar figure, always within my line of sight, seemed to remind me of a long-forgotten past. An unspeakable feeling, one that had quietly begun to grow, spread deep within my chest.I don't want to
Fern's Perspective"Diana, good morning." A clear greeting interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see the manager who had called my name and tried to offer a natural smile. She was my immediate supervisor, Marianne, and while she had a kind face, it was clear that she was not someone to be easily overlooked."Good morning, Marianne," I replied with a smile, doing my best to keep my voice steady.I then turned and walked into the office. Before me was a modern work environment: spacious desks, rows of computer screens, and neat shelves filled
Fern's PerspectiveWhen I got home, I sat at the dining room table, staring down at the newspaper in front of me while my mind wandered far away. Giovanni's face, those deep eyes, and the aura that surrounded him seemed to pull me back to a past I couldn't escape. I had been so happy to see Giovanni, to feel the way he looked at me, and yet now, it felt like a distant memory."Mom, how was the interview today?" Daniel suddenly jumped up from the couch beside me, looking at me mischievously.I froze for a moment, then forced a smile. "It wa
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat in my spacious office, a mountain of papers piled in front of me. My fingers absentmindedly skimmed over the pages without truly registering their contents. Distracted, my gaze would often drift toward the window, where I imagined the bustle of the world outside. It had been a long time since I'd taken over the pack, and moments of inattention like this were rare for me.Today's meeting had left me drained. The pack elders had engaged in a heated debate over my decision to choose a Luna, knowing full well that some of them didn't want me to make a rational choice. As a werewolf alpha, I under
Fern's Perspective I sat on a couch in the office lobby, my hands instinctively tightening around the strap of my bag. My interview hadn't even started yet, and all around me, the soft murmur of whispered conversations filled the air as candidates discussed various questions. I stared at my phone screen, but my heartbeat refused to slow. Suddenly, I heard a familiar name. "I heard this company was founded by Alpha Giovanni of the Dark Howl Pack. In just a few short years, it's become one of the most influential companies out there," a girl whispered. "Yeah, I heard his business tactics are as ruthless as he was when he was Alpha of the pack," another added. "..." My heart sank, and in an instant, the murmur of voices around me faded. The name echoed in my mind. Giovanni—the man who had touched my heart so deeply, the man who had given me everything, and yet, had left me scarred. How did he end up here? This company was founded by him. My mind immediately flooded with memo