DylanI was soon discharged from the hospital, and returned to the pack with Chelsea.“Welcome back home, Dylan. I'm glad that you've finally recovered.” Right after closing the door of the bedroom, Chelsea touched the bandage on my forehead gently. "I was scared. I thought that I was going to lose you again…"“How could Luna Cherry be so cruel to you?! I won't just let it go!” Then her jaw suddenly clenched in anger.“She's already paying for her deeds.” I put my hand on her cheeks. “Don't worry honey. I will visit her in prison tomorrow.”“Huh? Are you sure? What for?” Chelsea asked, obviously unprepared for my plan.“Yes. I'll go and tell her that I'll do everything in my power to make sure she will rot in jail.” I nodded, gritted my teeth.“That works for me. But what about her family?” Chelsea agreed with my plan and then asked."What do
Dylan I was just at the third step from the door of our bedroom when I felt a pang banging my chest. Gasping, I looked around, but got no one but my wolf to ask what was going on with me. “What's with all this pain? Why do I feel like someone is beating me?” I asked inside my head. I was sure that my wolf had felt the pain too. But I got no response; instead, it was leading me somewhere. Holding the railings of the stairs, I sat on the step and clutched on my chest, as I felt a sharp pain as if someone was jumping over my body and breaking my rib. Breathing exasperatedly, my forehead knotted as my wolf continued to whisper something to my head. “What do you mean? You can't take over my body all the time! I won't allow you! We're not in a battle or something. It's just a plain day today,” I growled at it. But the pain in my chest just became even more intense. “I said you can't! Just stop!” I shouted at my wolf. My pupils dilated, and I felt a new surge of energy within
Chelsea Dylan was now sitting in the shotgun seat, his eyes closed. “Hunny, are you sleeping? We're almost back at home.” Not sure if he was asleep, I asked. “Dylan?” I called him again, but got no response still. I lightly tapped his arm, still nothing. He was in a deep sleep. “That's really a close one. You would have recalled everything if I didn't drop wolfsbane behind your ear in time.” A smirk drew in my lips. I gave Dylan another glare, and then gripped the steering wheel tightly. The anger was still boiling in my system after he suddenly stopped being all touchy and intimate to me earlier. The officer told me that Dylan came to rescue Cherry from all the inmates that I paid to beat her up. “Dylan, you might have forgotten about Cherry, but your wolf remembers her as your mate.” I stepped on the gas to accelerate the speed. “I'm afraid your wolf would take over again if Cherry suffers from physical pain once more.” I took a deep breath before slowing down. “I n
ChelseaThe next morning.I opened my eyes when I felt Dylan sit up, and found him checking himself and then looking around.I'd scattered empty wine bottles and wineglasses on the floor last night, so that I didn't have to explain anything if he asked. I must be a genius!“Morning, hunny.” I rolled towards Dylan's side and wrapped my arm around his waist.“Morning Chels. What did we do last night? Why am I having a sharp headache?” He asked, gripping his head.I pulled him back to bed and nuzzled on his chest.“What do you think could possibly happen between us, Dylan?” I asked rhetorically while my finger played with his chiseled chest.“W-We made love?” He asked with uncertainty.“Why do you sound surprised at that?” I asked, faking hurt in my voice.“N-No... I-I'm just confused. I remember nothing about last night,&rd
Chelsea The little girl looked up at Bert in confusion, as if she couldn't understand why she was not allowed to get close to her father. My jaw clenched. “Why the fuck did I have no idea that Dylan and Cherry had a child? And she is already seven years old?!” I whispered to myself. My insides were literally shaking in anger, but I needed to keep a cool facade. “Why didn't daddy answer me, Uncle Bert?” The little girl named Fern asked. “I have a daughter?” Dylan asked in disbelief. “You don't remember me, daddy? It's me, Fern, your little princess!” Fern stared back at Bert before he said anything. “Please take Fern upstairs, Maisy!” Bert called inside the room before a woman came over and took Fern away. I glanced at Dylan, who couldn't take his eyes off Fern when the child was dragged away from us, struggling. “Bert, is that little girl mine? She is my daughter...with Cherry? You sure this girl is not a bastard Cherry had with someone—” Bert could no longer stand
DylanI pulled the comforter on Fern's chest and kissed her forehead. She had fallen asleep crying after the truth slipped from Chelsea's lips earlier.I turned on the lampshade on her bed-side table and took one last glance before closing the door to her room.“Hi.” Chelsea greeted.I could hear the hint of nervousness in her voice.“How was Fern? I really didn't mean to hurt her. I'm sorry,” Chelsea said, sniffing for feeling guilty about what had happened.“It's okay. Cherry'll spend years in jail after convicted guilty. Fern would ask about her soon, and we'll have to tell her the truth eventually.” I opened my arm for Chelsea, and then pulled away from her, with a smile making its way to my lips.“Why are you looking at me that way, Dylan?” She asked in confusion.“I like your new lingerie. The red color is so alluring...” I mumbled in a deep, sexy v
CherryA week later at the hospital.I opened my eyes when slow, heavy footsteps sounded in my ward, only to find the poker face of the chief officer."Do you have to act in such a rush? Didn't the nurse tell you that I won't get discharged until late this afternoon?!" I spat at the thought of what had happened to me back in prison.“I'm not bringing you back to prison. Alpha Dylan dropped the charges against you.” She informed me coldly, tossing me my belongings.“He did?” I asked, totally surprised, “But why? I-I...mean what happened?”“Do I look like I have all the answers to your questions?” With that, the officer left.“Do you think Dylan finally got his memory back?" I asked my wolf with great expectations. "It could be, right? First he saved me from those thugs in prison, and now this?!”My feet took me out of the ward before I even knew it. I must go back to Lord Hills right now!“Taxi! Taxi!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, stomping my feet in annoyance as they all drove pa
Cherry Just as I was rushing out of the pack house, my nose picked up Fern's sweet scent at the gate. "A party tonight?" It was Fern! A weight was finally removed from my mind. "Yes! You look forward to it?" Pushing the gate open, I saw Fern chirpping with Bert as they walked towards the pack house. "Mo..." The smile on Fern's face froze the minute she saw me, and then she just walked past me, as if I was a total stranger. "Baby, it's me. I'm mommy..." My voice shook as I reached out for Fern, trying to take her into my arms. "No! Don't touch me!" Fern dodged my hands, leaving me heartbroken. "Fern! How could you say that to your mommy?" Berted was as shocked as me. "What happened?" Heather and Chris followed over to check on Dylan and me right at this moment. "M-Mommy Chelsea t-told me...that my daddy almost got killed by h-her..." Fern pointed at me, choking. Obviously, Chelsea was brainwashing my daughter. “That's not true, baby." Heather embraced Fern gently. "Your mom
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
Tobias' PerspectiveMy gaze involuntarily returned to his stoic face, and a flicker of unease stirred in my chest.There I stood, half in shadow, my eyes fixed on Giovanni sitting behind the desk. His posture was as rigid as a stone, silent and solitary, blending seamlessly with the somber atmosphere of the room. The air felt cold, and his presence made the silence almost suffocating.This man—once my friend, once the leader of our pack—was now nothing more than an empty shell, devoid of emotion.
Tobias' PerspectiveI stood in the doorway of Giovanni's office, took a deep breath, and then knocked gently on the door."Come in."His voice was cold, with an undeniable air of authority.I grasped the doorknob and gently pushed the door open, stepping into the lavishly furnished office, its atmosphere chilled. The scent of paper and leather hung in the air, and sunlight poured in through the heavy curtains, but it couldn't dispel the cold silence that env
Fern's PerspectiveOliver walked over to the table and bristled, as if he thought he had done nothing wrong. "As I've said many times, he's just too naughty and needs some training. Otherwise, sooner or later, his own wolfishness will crush him." His usual cold expression matched his typical, less-than-congenial demeanor, giving off an unapproachable air."You're too mean," I said with a blank look, though my heart was full of gratitude. At least he hadn't given up on Daniel's training, and that gave me some comfort. Even though my past had been full of pain and regret, Oliver always made me feel a touch of warmth.
Fern's PerspectiveSunlight poured through a gap in the curtains, casting a warm glow on the floor next to the bed. The ringing of the alarm clock yanked me out of my slumber like a bolt of lightning. My eyes snapped open, my mind racing as I tried to cling to the remnants of sleep, but all I could see was the familiar sight of my room—the wall clock already reading 7:30.Today, I have an important interview.The words echoed in my mind, urging me to leap out of bed. I rubbed my face quickly, then sprang to my feet, my movements hurr