Giovanni's Perspective
I sat in a high-backed chair in my office, watching the city lights slowly flicker on outside the window. The night had draped itself like a black cloak, swallowing up the day's clamor in silence. The world before me seemed to blur, hidden beneath the mask of hypocrisy that veiled endless power and suspicion. As the leader of the wolves, I had long grown accustomed to navigating in the darkness, searching for every pivot point that could anchor me more firmly in place.
But tonight, my thoughts were anything but calm and clear. A moment ago, I sensed an unfamiliar fluctuation in power—a presence unlike any wolf pack member I'd ever encountered, and not from any bloodline I knew. It was a force of werewolf blood, primal and undeniable, impossible to conceal, and yet... familiar. In that instant, I stopped what I was doing, my gaze deepening as my brow furrowed in concentration.
Where was this aura coming from? I strain
Fern's PerspectiveThe day's work was finally over. Night had fallen, and the city's lights began to twinkle to life. I stood by the window of my office, watching the hurried figures below, but a heaviness settled in my heart. Though everything had seemed calm during the day, I knew this calm was nothing more than the quiet before the storm. Giovanni's growing interest in me, that nagging sense of familiarity, had become more pronounced. It unsettled me, amplifying the dilemma I couldn't escape.I couldn't let him get close so easily, not when I had buried the past so deep in my heart. That painful memory had cost me far more than I ever expected. I had thought I'd be free of him, that I'd never again be haunted by what we once were. But now, standing before him once again, it felt like everything had come full circle. That indescribable pull, always tethering me to the past, was still there, and I couldn't escape it."Diana, what's wrong?" Marianne's voice snapped me back to reality.
Giovanni's PerspectiveI stood in the vast rotunda, my eyes fixed coldly ahead. The golden chandeliers cast a warm glow, their light reflecting off the walls adorned with the emblems of the wolves.This feast was no ordinary one—it marked the beginning of new alliances and promises.The long table at the center of the hall was draped with an ornate white tablecloth, decorated with exquisite dishes and drinks. Yet, to me, it all seemed to pale in comparison, unable to ease the deep-seated resistance I felt."Alpha, you seem a little distracted," Tobias whispered from the sidelines. Dressed in a formal black suit, his demeanor was calm, but a flicker of concern flashed in his eyes.I shook my head softly, took a deep breath, and glanced up. "Just bracing myself for the stress of being a VIP." I didn't particularly enjoy the feeling of being watched."You don't have to carry it all alone," Tobias said. "The Elders are waiting for you, too—they're ready for the Blood Moon Wolves."I nodde
Giovanni's PerspectiveI looked her straight in the eyes, and a flicker of complex emotions swept through my mind. I could feel the strong Alpha aura around her—indeed, such an existence was enough to match me, both in terms of lineage and ability. Yet, there was an undeniable resistance deep within my heart."Perhaps," I replied softly. I didn't want to give a definitive answer, but I also didn't want to make Elena feel entirely rejected.Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room froze, and something felt off. The moment Elena and I locked eyes, I sensed a faint fluctuation of BOND from her—subtle, but enough to make my heart skip a beat.But it seemed impossible.For a split second, Diana's face flashed through my mind.Elena seemed to sense my doubt, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips."You must be wondering why we from the Blood Moon Wolf Pack are here, right?" she said softly.My brows furrowed slightly. Was it poss
Cherry I let myself in, noticing Dylan’s keys in the bowl on the table. My heart punched my chest like a jackhammer, overreacting to the fact that he was home. I dropped my own keys in the bowl with a clatter. A moment later, Dylan’s study door opened. Dylan filled the doorway. His shoulders were so broad they almost touched both sides of the frame, and he seemed to loom over me, even with the long hallway between us. I always felt overwhelmed by his presence. His dark eyes found me in the low light, and I fought to conceal how much his stare affected me. His strong features were so handsome, filled with all the rugged beauty of the Moon God that only our pack’s most talented artists could hope to imbue their sculptures with. I felt Dylan’s pull on me like I did the full moon. I wanted to go to him. My lips prickled as if telling me to use them as I wanted to. “Kiss him,” they seemed to whisper. If only... Instead, I stated the obvious, “You’re home.” He frowned. “Thought you wer
Cherry Worry crept through me. For what must have been the thousandth time, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Dylan hadn’t shown any sign of being attracted to me. He didn’t seem remotely interested in me like that. He hadn’t even kissed me, and we’d lived together for a whole year. Heat flushed over my skin as one of my common fantasies played through my thoughts: Dylan’s tall, muscular form pushing through my bedroom door, his dark eyes claiming mine before he took me in his arms and kissed me. But that’s where the fantasy petered out as it so often did. After all, I didn’t have much experience in that department. Who was I trying to fool? I didn’t have any sexual experience. Nothing. Helplessness whirled through me. The truth was, since being told by our Alpha and Luna that Dylan was my fated mate, I’d grown up with the idea that things between us would just happen. It’s not that I’d intentionally kept myself for Dylan, but I suppose, looking back when I’d fantasi
Dylan I clicked the door shut to my study, running my hands through my hair in exasperation. Exasperation at Cherry, at myself, at this whole god-damned situation. For a moment, guilt kept me at the door. I thought of Cherry perched on a bar stool, eating alone in the kitchen. Her grey eyes washed-out and picking daintily at her meal. I almost went back. Almost. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about her. She was… What is she? The truth was I didn’t know anymore. But the hopefulness in Cherry’s tone as she’d said dinner was ready had knotted my stomach. It wasn’t at the thought of her cooking. Her food is always bloody delicious. I knew part of me would regret not sitting down for a bite. But it was what lurked beneath that simple offer of food. An important part of the mating bond was a mate’s desire to nourish the other. The more frequently I gave in to her cooking and ate with her, the more chance there was for the bond that was destined to exist between us to grow. No doubt, it
Dylan Again, I imagined the slender woman sitting in the kitchen, her long blonde hair and smooth heart-shaped face undeniably beautiful. It was why I couldn’t share a room with her, despite the hurt I knew it caused her. After all, I was still a hot-blooded male who saw how god-damned beautiful she was—every day. I didn’t trust myself to share a bed with such a beautiful woman and keep my hands to myself. I knew Cherry was only eighteen and likely hadn’t had any experience with guys. After all, from the age of eleven, she’d known she was destined to be my mate and the future Luna of the Starsmoon pack. She deserved her first time to be with someone who truly cared for her. And although I found her beautiful and desirable because of my parents and the future they’d decreed for us, Cherry came with too many trappings. I was a future Alpha. My future wouldn’t be dictated to me by anyone. Once, after a few beers, I’d confessed all this to Bert, my Beta, and friend. He’d advised me to t
Cherry Our whole pack was seated around a huge banquet table, draped in crisp white linen and decorated with candles and flowers. A feast of rich dishes rested along the middle, which the pack had all pitched in to make, and were all enjoying now. Despite the festive mood, my own was strained. I sat to the left of Dylan. He was to the right of his father, while Heather sat to Chris’s left. I felt like Dylan, and I were supposed to be the mirror image of our Alpha and Luna, but creeping shame built in me. I couldn’t help noticing how often Heather leaned in to talk to Chris or patted her husband’s arm and other little signs of affection that marked the pair as a proper couple. Whereas Dylan and I had barely exchanged two words all night. Dylan mostly talked to his father about pack business. The only time I managed to speak to him was to ask if he’d tried the salmon or venison and other dull things. A sheen of sweat beaded along my forehead as I dwelled on what everyone must be thin
Giovanni's PerspectiveI looked her straight in the eyes, and a flicker of complex emotions swept through my mind. I could feel the strong Alpha aura around her—indeed, such an existence was enough to match me, both in terms of lineage and ability. Yet, there was an undeniable resistance deep within my heart."Perhaps," I replied softly. I didn't want to give a definitive answer, but I also didn't want to make Elena feel entirely rejected.Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room froze, and something felt off. The moment Elena and I locked eyes, I sensed a faint fluctuation of BOND from her—subtle, but enough to make my heart skip a beat.But it seemed impossible.For a split second, Diana's face flashed through my mind.Elena seemed to sense my doubt, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips."You must be wondering why we from the Blood Moon Wolf Pack are here, right?" she said softly.My brows furrowed slightly. Was it poss
Giovanni's PerspectiveI stood in the vast rotunda, my eyes fixed coldly ahead. The golden chandeliers cast a warm glow, their light reflecting off the walls adorned with the emblems of the wolves.This feast was no ordinary one—it marked the beginning of new alliances and promises.The long table at the center of the hall was draped with an ornate white tablecloth, decorated with exquisite dishes and drinks. Yet, to me, it all seemed to pale in comparison, unable to ease the deep-seated resistance I felt."Alpha, you seem a little distracted," Tobias whispered from the sidelines. Dressed in a formal black suit, his demeanor was calm, but a flicker of concern flashed in his eyes.I shook my head softly, took a deep breath, and glanced up. "Just bracing myself for the stress of being a VIP." I didn't particularly enjoy the feeling of being watched."You don't have to carry it all alone," Tobias said. "The Elders are waiting for you, too—they're ready for the Blood Moon Wolves."I nodde
Fern's PerspectiveThe day's work was finally over. Night had fallen, and the city's lights began to twinkle to life. I stood by the window of my office, watching the hurried figures below, but a heaviness settled in my heart. Though everything had seemed calm during the day, I knew this calm was nothing more than the quiet before the storm. Giovanni's growing interest in me, that nagging sense of familiarity, had become more pronounced. It unsettled me, amplifying the dilemma I couldn't escape.I couldn't let him get close so easily, not when I had buried the past so deep in my heart. That painful memory had cost me far more than I ever expected. I had thought I'd be free of him, that I'd never again be haunted by what we once were. But now, standing before him once again, it felt like everything had come full circle. That indescribable pull, always tethering me to the past, was still there, and I couldn't escape it."Diana, what's wrong?" Marianne's voice snapped me back to reality.
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat in a high-backed chair in my office, watching the city lights slowly flicker on outside the window. The night had draped itself like a black cloak, swallowing up the day's clamor in silence. The world before me seemed to blur, hidden beneath the mask of hypocrisy that veiled endless power and suspicion. As the leader of the wolves, I had long grown accustomed to navigating in the darkness, searching for every pivot point that could anchor me more firmly in place.But tonight, my thoughts were anything but calm and clear. A moment ago, I sensed an unfamiliar fluctuation in power—a presence unlike any wolf pack member I'd ever encountered, and not from any bloodline I knew. It was a force of werewolf blood, primal and undeniable, impossible to conceal, and yet... familiar. In that instant, I stopped what I was doing, my gaze deepening as my brow furrowed in concentration.Where was this aura coming from? I strain
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