Fern's Perspective
I 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. TFern'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 PerspectiveA long sigh escaped my lips as I placed the second book I had finished reading on the soft quilt. The dinner party was still going on, and the buzz of voices kept drifting up from downstairs.Like a fugitive, I had left the dinner early and retreated to my room, locking myself away.And now, I realized, clearly, that I wanted more.Yes, I missed Giovanni hopelessly. His intoxicating scent, the gentle touch of his hands...God, I was being ridiculous. My face turned red, and I rolled my eyes at my internal dilemma."What do you think Vivian meant by what she said to you?" my wolf asked."I don't know."I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling above me, wondering what to do next.I could hear music coming from below; it seemed like the crowd was having a good time. Through my open window, I could hear the giggles and laughter of young women.Was Giovanni being charmed by the other women? Would
Fern's PerspectiveI admit that jealousy and insecurity made me lash out.Giovanni's pained eyes widened as he looked at me and screamed in panic, "What are you talking about, Little Tree? Don't be ridiculous! I don't want anyone else! I only want you!"Avoiding his hurt expression, I glanced at the ground and bit my inner lip. I knew full well that none of this was Giovanni's fault. "I-I'm sorry," I said helplessly.But before I could say another word, Giovanni stepped forward and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. "Little Tree, please don't say that again. You know, what you just said almost broke my heart."His deep tone made me catch my breath. My heart was beating wildly as I stared up into his eyes."Please, never leave me, okay?" Giovanni begged gently."Okay," I gasped.His touch clouded my judgment as the realization that he was closer to me than I could handle slowly surfaced in my mind.
Fern's PerspectiveMy eyes slowly widened to find him staring at me with a look I didn't recognize. A small smile crept onto my lips as he pulled me onto the bed with him, waiting for the swelling in the knot to subside.My head rested against his chest, and we stayed in that position. Even though it was different than before, I liked it. I realized I wasn't as afraid of him as I had been before—in fact, I was attracted to his ways."Does it hurt?" he asked, breaking the silence between us.I blushed. "No.""Good," he replied, then looked up at the ceiling.As the knot dissipated and he slid off me, I expected him to leave quickly. Instead, he lay beside me for a moment, then got up and headed for my bathroom.I sat up, curious about what he was doing. When I heard the sound of running water, I saw him walk back, his member hanging freely between his legs as he approached me.I was totally confused. What was he doing?But I didn't b
Daniel's PerspectiveThe wind howled in my ears, and my heart nearly leapt into my throat. In that moment, the world seemed to freeze. There was only the sound of the wind and the frantic thumping of my heart. I looked down, closer and closer to the lake, knowing that this was the moment when I would reach my limit.But then, at the exact moment I braced myself, I turned my head to look at Giovanni. He, too, had leapt off the cliff and was plummeting downward. I had expected him to squeeze his eyes shut, flailing his arms and legs like I was, bracing for the inevitable plunge into the water. But what happened next was beyond anything I could have predicted.As we neared the surface of the lake at nearly the same time, I witnessed an incredible transformation: Giovanni shifted mid-air. In an instant, his body morphed into the form of a majestic werewolf—his muscular frame expanding with raw power, his entire being exuding the energy of a st
Daniel's PerspectiveI thought nothing special would happen today – or at least, that's what I originally believed. But as it turned out, I misjudged how the day would unfold. And that's how life often works—always teaching you an unexpected lesson when you least expect it.In the plaza of the amusement park, sunlight filtered through the swaying trees, filling the air with laughter and the tempting smells of food. People were buying cotton candy from the booths, jumping on trampolines, and shouting with excitement as they zipped by on roller coasters. I moved along with the crowd, step by step, almost as if I were trying to leave the mundane behind—without even realizing it.Giovanni, Finn, and I stood at the entrance to the park, and despite knowing I didn't really belong here—not with the joy that seemed to surround me—I couldn't help but look around. My gaze drifted from one attraction to the next, my insides fl
Fern's PerspectiveI almost held my breath. I knew that the temptation embedded in that statement wasn't just a comment about Daniel.My fingers brushed the edge of the tablecloth without thought, the cool fabric pulling me back from my musings. My gaze quietly settled on Daniel and Giovanni, their interaction like a subtle tug-of-war—effortless and fluid, but sending ripples through my mind.Giovanni's gaze was intense and focused. The familiar scrutiny that sometimes swept over Daniel made a cold sweat break out across my back. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that everything was under control—at least for now.To keep Giovanni from discovering Daniel's true identity, I'd turned to Peter the Wizard, the eccentric and mysterious old man. He'd given me a potion that supposedly shielded Daniel from the fluctuations of werewolf power, making him appear like any other ordinary child. However, the potion's effects were limit
Fern's Perspective"Mom, I'd like another roast." Daniel's voice rang out sharply, pulling me back to the present. His little hands shot up in the air, and his eyes sparkled as he eagerly watched the waiter bringing the dish. His movements were effortless, as though he had nothing to hide, no secrets to keep.I took a deep breath, and the corner of my mouth lifted into a faint smile. "Eat slowly, don't choke." My words were light, but underneath the table, my hands clenched into fists, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on my palms.Giovanni's gaze felt like a searchlight, locking onto me with unsettling intensity.I kept my composure, the smile on my face unwavering. "As you can see, Mr. Giovanni, this is my son, Daniel.""A human son?" Giovanni asked bluntly, his tone smooth yet heavy, the kind of gentleness that carried a weight you couldn't ignore. He picked up his dinner knife and sliced into his steak with deliberate slowness
Giovanni's PerspectiveThe air in the room seemed to freeze, my eyes locked on Diana, like black holes intent on piercing through every secret she tried to hide. She stood on the other side of the desk, her fingers gripping the strap of her handbag so tightly that her knuckles turned white. I didn't respond immediately to her words, just stared at her in silence. But inside, my emotions churned like a storm, threatening to suffocate me."He's human," Diana repeated, her tone firm but betraying a subtle tremor. "Daniel is my child with a normal human. He has nothing to do with the werewolf world."I rose to my full height, my towering frame casting a shadow over Diana's petite one. Slowly, I rounded the desk, each step deliberate. The air grew heavier, charged with the intimidating presence only an Alpha could command. Her small frame trembled slightly under the weight of my unspoken challenge."Diana," I said, my voice low and even, thoug
Fern's PerspectiveEarly in the morning, with the fresh scent of damp earth in the air, I sat at my desk, my fingers resting on the keyboard, my gaze drifting aimlessly. Today's work felt unusually uninteresting, and my mind had already wandered far away. For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that something unusual was about to happen.I couldn't focus at all; my heart beat erratically, as though something was urging me to face it. I glanced at the clock on the wall, and just as I was about to dial my assistant, I heard a sudden voice.
Fern's PerspectiveMy heart skipped a beat, and my vision blurred. A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind, but none of them stuck. First, I was shocked. Then, fear gripped me. And finally—anger.It was almost surreal that my past, especially with Giovanni, was being casually dragged into the open today. The anonymity I'd worked so hard to maintain had been shattered by an uninvited guest."How did you... know?" I finally asked, panic evident in my voice. My heart pounded, as though a vice had tightened around my chest, making it
Fern's PerspectiveMoonlight streamed into the room through the blinds as I sat by the window, my hands clutching my cell phone. The unexpected message on the screen made my heart skip a beat. For days after the party had ended, I'd been anxious that Giovanni might discover something about Daniel, but to my surprise, Giovanni hadn't shown up at the office. All my suspicions and insecurities gradually settled, and I convinced myself I could go on with my life as it was—until this moment."I know your secret. If you don't want it exposed, meet me tomorrow at 3 p.m. at the Eclipse Café."
Fern's PerspectiveI never imagined I'd be standing in front of Giovanni at a moment like this. Six years had passed—six years enough for me to almost forget that painful memory, those deep and tangled emotions. But today, fate had brought me face-to-face with those eyes, eyes that once pierced so deeply into my heart.My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might jump out of my chest. Instinctively, I hid Daniel behind me, doing my best to block Giovanni's view. Even though I knew Giovanni's gaze was far sharper than I'd ever anticipated. My body tensed, frozen, barely able to move, and the clash of reason and in