Dylan
The pain in my body wasn’t just from the terrible hangover thumping through my skull like a stampede of raging rhinoceroses. It struck me as I realized that Cherry had left the country. Bright afternoon light stole through the crack in my bedroom curtains, and I knew it had to be noon; Bert had told me that Cherry was due to fly out the day after my ascension ceremony.
As the harsh reality dawned that it was that day, loss pealed through me anew. After Cherry had left yesterday, I’d drunk so much that I couldn’t recall anything much from the latter half of the day. Blurry pieces of Bert talking to me and helping me back here to mine last night surfaced in my sluggish thoughts.
My hangover continued to make itself known, twisting my stomach, making my chest and back tight, and even my legs seemed to ache. But none of these afflictions compared to the one constricting my chest. My wolf seemed to feel the growing distance between Cherry and
DylanLucy’s olive complexion paled, but she swiftly hid away her shock as she got off the bed and glared at me. “You Starsmoon are all the same. I can’t believe I was willing to bind myself to you for the sake of our packs. I hate you.” Putting her hands on her hips, she vowed. “Mark my words, Dylan, you’ll pay the price for rejecting me.” And in a flurry of lace and bare olive skin, she sashayed to the door, slamming it behind her.I was barely given ten minutes’ reprieve before my phone rang. For a moment, I just lay in bed, not caring to pick it up as I dwelled again on the fact that Cherry was gone. Then, the thought that it could be her calling had me launching myself out of bed and tearing my phone from my discarded trousers on the floor. The hope beating through my chest was all- consuming, and I didn’t check the caller ID.“We need to talk,” my dad said from the earpiece.My stomac
Opening the passenger door, he helped me in.As he got in and pulled out, he asked, “So, how was Seattle? Was it a supplier you were meeting?”I often went away to meet a new supplier for my design business, so it was a natural assumption for him to make. Other than the text I’d sent about when I was getting back, Carl and I hadn’t talked since he’d last called me last… My heart quickened as I remembered again what Carl had suggested over the phone then: it was time to get a hotel room together, time to take things to the next level in our relationship.I tamped down the fluttering feeling in my stomach. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do about his suggestion. Instead, I focused on the conversation we were having now and answered as honestly as I could, “No. I went to visit my dad, actually. He lives in the city still.”Carl and I hadn’t spoken much about our families. He knew I was from Seattle, while I knew he was originally from Brussels. We hadn’t gotten to the stage of talki
I turned around, still feeling dazed by the sight of him looming in the doorway. I kept thinking that he’d disappear as if he were a figment of my imagination, but nope, he was really here. His tall, muscular body, which I’d pressed up against in the last few days twice, was very much here. His ruggedly handsome face and dark eyes held me with such attention that it threatened to take my breath away.“Coffee?” he asked, a crooked smile curving his lips.Heat flushed my cheeks, and I realized I’d just been staring at him. “Sorry, jetlag,” I murmured lamely, hurrying out and following him down the stairs.My nearest coffee shop was just next door, and both Dylan and I were soon seated at a circular table with steaming mugs in front of us.I noticed Dylan still took his black as he had when I lived with him while I sipped on a hazelnut latte. I needed as much caffeine and sugar to get me through the shock of Dylan’s sudden appearance. With difficulty, I finally wrestled back the memories
A few hours later, I parked myself in my hotel’s restaurant, enjoying a schnitzel for dinner. With meat this good, I was starting to see why my mate might like this city. I multi-tasked, scrolling through Berlin property listings within a mile radius of Cherry’s as I ate. My phone on the table vibrated, my Beta’s name popping up on the screen.“Bert?” I answered.“So, her suitor’s name is Carl Jacobs. He’s human, thirty-one years old, and lives in Wedding, in the Mitte District of Berlin. He’s a property lawyer and works for DLL Partners.”A smile wound across my face. Cherry was dating a human. This was hardly competition for me. Another thought occurred to me as I stumbled across a great find on the property website.“Bert?” I said, my mind whirring as I concocted plans. “I’m going to send you a property listing I’d like you to buy. And after you call to make the o
But I swore I’d only do so once so that she allowed Fern to accept the gifts.Meeting the woman’s gaze, I used my preternatural stare. “It’s fine, honestly. I’m a good friend of Cherry’s. Let Fern take the gifts, and I’ll leave and call Cherry to arrange a better time to visit.”Lara released Fern’s shoulder, and as she met Fern’s upturned hopeful eyes, the nanny sighed. “Okay, go on, Fern, open one.”I gave the young woman my warmest smile, and she blushed.I crouched down and handed Fern one of the packages. Soon she had ripped it open. She turned to Lara, “Look! It’s an Elsa and Anna set!” She beamed at me and threw her little arms around my shoulders since I was still crouched down at her level.My chest felt tight as I heard Lara opening the door and calling Fern in. I was about to be shut out, away from my daughter. Nuu-Chah’s insight stirred again
I forced my gaping mouth closed, then pulled the door almost shut behind me, anxious not to wake Fern. If she woke, this situation was going to get even more complicated. I tugged Dylan away from the door. In the middle of the hallway, I crossed my arms and fixed him with a hard look. “I can’t accept these gifts, Dylan. And I don’t want you giving any more gifts to Fern either. I told you, I’m with someone else.”“You’re still not a morning person, are you?” He said with a crooked smile. “But then, you’ve probably not had your first coffee yet. Here’s a hazelnut latte.” He eyeballed the takeaway cup on the tray. I realized he’d stopped by the café opposite and remembered what I’d ordered yesterday.I planted my hands on my hips. “I’m serious, Dylan.” I resisted the divine smell of coffee and syrup, as well as the hot buttery croissants and jams that taunted my shifter senses.He shrugged as if unfazed by my expression and remonstrance. “So am I. After all, I’ve lost count of the number
As Fern and I stepped onto the sidewalk, I felt as if I had conjured Carl from my thoughts, spying him at the table in the window of the very restaurant we were going to. But… a dark-haired woman leaned over the small, circular table between them planting a kiss on his lips.I grabbed Fern’s hand, marching her off in the other direction. Getting out my phone, I called Carl. I didn’t expect him to pick up, but he did.“Hey Hun, is everything all right?”I almost choked but mastered myself. “Sure, I just wanted to hear your voice. How are you doing?”“Good, thanks. Just working. No rest for the wicked, right?”Sickness roiled through me. Wicked indeed. Fury and hurt twisted through me, but once again, I managed to contain it and said, “I’ll leave you to it, and see you soon, night.”“Night, Hun,” he said, hanging up.I dialed Lara next and managed to placate Fern with the change of plan, and I pretended to her that I’d just remembered a client’s dress that was being picked up from the st
Accepting the elegant, tall-stemmed glass, I took a sip and sighed with pleasure at the taste of the crisp liquid. “You’re right,” I said, looking at Dylan, who watched me, “it has been a long week.”Dylan eased off his shoes, too, his long legs crossed at the ankle as he settled back on the sofa.After another sip of wine, the soothing atmosphere and Dylan’s company made me open up. “When I came back to Berlin after your Alpha Ceremony…” I trailed off, needing another mouthful of wine before I could meet Dylan’s eyes, but he watched me, patiently waiting for whatever I had to share. “I decided I should take things to the next level with the guy I’d been seeing.”I took another gulp of wine, needing it to loosen up about talking to Dylan, of all people, about this subject.“I told him I was ready to, well, you know…” As my eyes met Dylan’s, my heart tig
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat in my study, my eyes gazing out the window, filled with mixed emotions. I already knew that the distance between Diana—no, Fern—and me had been growing, but after seeing the news of my marriage to Elena today, the guilt and unease that had been building in my heart felt like they had been set ablaze by a small spark, exploding relentlessly. Elena, the woman with whom I had never truly shared my heart and soul, whose coldness and calculating nature sickened me, had become part of a marriage contract based on power and profit, forcing me to compromise.Despite my inner reluctance, I had come to realize that this was the only decision I could make. But as I replayed this hypocritical union in my mind, a sharp knock suddenly came at the door."Come in."The door creaked open, and to my surprise, standing in the doorway was not one of my subordinates or clan elders, but Daniel.I jerked my head up and met hi
Fern's PerspectiveI stood in the shadows outside the ballroom and took a deep breath. My hands tightened around the hem of my dress as I tried to steady myself. Even though I had long told myself that none of this concerned me anymore, I still couldn't find peace as I stood here, watching the grand banquet that once belonged to Giovanni and me. Every laugh, every cheer, cut into my heart like a blade.Has he really forgotten me? I whispered to myself, a flicker of pain flashing in my eyes.Six years was enough time for everything to change—enough time for Giovanni to go from the man I once knew so well to a stranger. I remembered the first time I met him, his eyes brimming with passion and determination. I remembered the good times we had, the nights we walked beneath the moonlight, sharing our dreams and secrets. But all of that shattered after the battle. My "death"—the one I had orchestrated myself—had taken everything from us.My gaz
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat by the window in my study, gazing at the distant city, shrouded in twilight. My eyes were empty, my heart a tangle of emotions—anger, helplessness, loss, and even a sliver of pain. Despite the signed agreement lying on the table before me, bearing his personal signature, there was no sense of victory, only a suffocating weight pressing down on my chest.The handwriting on the document no longer held my attention. I had long grown accustomed to days like this—spinning endlessly in the vortex of power. As the Alpha of the werewolf pack, I was bound by relentless responsibilities and obligations. And today, I had made yet another compromise—one that had felt inevitable."Alpha Giovanni, it's come to this. If you don't accept Elena's union, the entire pack will be thrown into chaos."Tobias's words echoed in my mind like a thorn lodged deep in my heart. He was my loyal Beta, a seasoned strategist
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.