Is James really going to die? Guess…
“Dario, he’s going to kill me. Please put my mate through!”. James called desperately.“James!”. Dario called with urgency through the mind link. “Please alpha. I need to tell her before I die”. James said and he had never sounded more serious and desperate so Dario chose not to speak anymore and searched through his mind, prodding the walls of her mind. “Yes alpha?”. James’ mate answered through the mindlink already sounding distressed, like she knew something bad was about to happen. She knew She could feel it so badly but she held herself. It was something she had always dreaded. She always wanted to lead a quiet life with her mate, and especially after coming from a warrior family and lineage, she had seen her brothers, cousins, sisters, die before her eyes on the battlefield and so she always had that lingering fear that the same fate may cone to her mate.“James wants to speak with you”. He said curtly. At first not wanting to expantiate or make her scared but he changed h
“No!”“How?!”“Wh- what?!”. The rogue alpha stammered as he took several steps back. He could not believe his eyes. Dario Dario was standing right before him and he had not had his revenge yet. “No, this can’t be!”. He yelled like a child throwing a tantrum.Ahaserus was so sure that Dario would never be able to find him as this was a place conjured up by Adamei. What he didn’t know was that, whatever Dario sought, he found because he knew almost every loophole, had fought with and made friends with almost every living creature and due to his long time on earth, he had some wisdom that only experience could teach. The frustration the rogue king felt in this moment could not be quantified because he was even more frustrated before he set eyes on Dario. The man was very sure that he had broken James’ spirit and would just kill him easily but to his surprise, he was met with fierce resistance that left him speechless and even wounded. He was so sure he would have killed James by
The blood from James wounds had long covered and seeped into both his and Dario’s clothes and body as Dario carried him in bridal style back to the pack house. With each step he took, he made a promise to himself. He knew that almost the whole supernatural world was against him and may attack his pack at any point in time because of the mate he was gifted with but he would be ready for them. In the beginning of his discovery of just who his mate was, he doubted that he could protect her and his people. He doubted everything. His strengthHis wisdomHis determination He got his answers today. “I have lived for so many years without a mate for a reason. It was to prepare me for this. For Marissa. No other person is suitable to be her mate and protector and I would take up the task, even if I lose my life doing it”. He says to himself, getting a howl in agreement from his wolf, Dexter. “Alpha!”. James’ mate Adeline screams as she runs from Marissa’s arms towards her mate who was
Determined to know exactly why her mate was avoiding her, she followed him as he walked away from her. Still covered in blood, Dario walked straight into the bathroom, hoping that she would come in, and also hoping that she wouldn’t dare. He was an old fashioned man, and believed in doing everything properly but he had held back for so long that any slight touch from her had him leaking down south. It took everything in him not too break his principles and everything he stood for. He clenched and unclenches his jaws as his mind registered that his mate. The woman he had been longing for all his life was right outside the door and he was naked. “Oh, the things I would do”. He thought to himself as he visibly restrained himself, holding tightly onto the metal shower. His strong grip had the shower splitting into two. “Oh no”. He thought to himself as he realized that his wolf Dexter had taken over. He was hungry for Marissa and barely could hold it in when he was fully in control
“Sound the alarm!”. Dario ordered as he walked through the halls knowing very well that the guard in charge would definitely hear him. It was time He had stalled for too long and wounded his pack indirectly. It was an emergency and so he would treat it as such. The sound had everyone in the 25 packs on edge. The 25 packs each had their borders and alpha’s but they were also somehow together and could hear the alarm every time it rang. They were 25 but still 1, under 1 king; Dario. His intention for sounding the alarm and not just calling for a meeting was that the alarm would get everyone together faster and quite honestly, there was trouble. His pack was once formidable, with every single soul being a warrior. Woman, man, boy, girl. All of them were warriors. No one had ever dared to attack his pack since he was born and before he was born, only the elves and that was why they were deemed the packs worst enemies. “It is time to get back out lost glory”. Was the first thin
“She didn’t know?!”. James exclaimed as Dario walks back and forth in the hospital room James was put in. “Yes, you dumb goat”. Dario yelled out, clenching and unclenching his jaw as he thought of just how confused his mate was again. She had been through so much and he wanted to tell her when he had answers to give her. “Well, how did she think she was that strong? Elves don’t have all those elements at their display. She’s literally a supernatural cheat code!” He yells out with his hands flailing, expressing just how shocked he was that she didn’t know what she was. The authority she carried. Almost everyone but her knew her true identity. The ones who didn’t know were perplexed at the extent of her strength and powers. “She didn’t even know wolves existed until under a year ago. How was she supposed to know that?!”. He yelled out. The veins in his face were already popping and showing out. He looked angrier than James had ever seen and so he felt very bad. “I’m sorry. I did
“Wait! Please”. Dario pleads as he walks after her. She did not know that her words were really hurtful as they were nates,but he could not blame her. She was not a werewolf and still didn’t fully understand their way of life. “I can’t do this. I can’t”. She cries, shaking her head no as she spoke. She never cried.She had long trained herself to not cry easily but here she was, tearing up almost every day. She felt like it wasn’t good fit her but appreciated that the Ife around her heart was melting. “I’m a monster Dario. Is it until I change into what I’m actually supposed to be and wipe out your whole pack before you’ll let me go?”. She screamed out as he tried to grab the bag she wanted to pack her things in. She’s had enough, and could not bear to be the reason the pack will be flooded with blood. “Yes!”. He yelled back, loosing his patience and composure but not caring at all. “Yes, I’ll take that chance Marissa. You’re not leaving me!”. He yelled again on top of his voic
“Elves are more powerful than werewolves, righ?”. Marissa asks, trying to make sense and normalize all the new information.“Not necessarily. Each have their own strengths, but an average elf can defeat an average wolf”. He said, looking at her and waiting for more questions which didn’t come as she sat back down looking like she was still in disbelief. She still had not been able to fully assimilate and understand what was going on, as her mind was still clouded with shock and confusion. “So, is an Oscura an elf”. She asks again. It was so hard to ask these questions one after the other, as every time she asks, another one popped into her head, and it felt like if she stalled, she would forget them. “Yes, an Oscura is also an elf. However, they were once the rulers of the elven tribe but because of their great powers, they started to become mad and crazy. The truth is that they had a demon side that craved evil and blood and they fed it. They killed recklessly and mercilessly, and
Marissa had dreamed of this day for as long as she could remember. A far fetched dream that was now her reality. The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of her childhood bedroom, casting a golden glow that danced across the walls. She could hear the soft rustle of her mother in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and bustling about with a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was the day she would finalize her marriage with Dario, the love of her life. As she sat up in bed, Marissa took a deep breath, letting the reality of the moment wash over her. Today, she would step into a new chapter of her life, one that she had envisioned countless times. Her heart raced as she thought about the ceremony, the vows, and the promises they would make to each other. She could already picture Dario standing at the altar, his warm smile lighting up the room, and she felt a rush of happiness. According to their tradition, only now can she finally move in with him in a house separate fr
In the heart of a dark, enchanted forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the moonlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, a coven of witches gathered. Their leader, the old formidable sorceress, had been watching the unfolding romance between Alpha Dario and Marissa, the beautiful daughter of the Moonlight Tribe. The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of authority and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.” The witches murmured in agreement, their eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They began to conjure, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as they chant
Alpha Dario stood at the edge of the forest, the crisp morning air wrapping around him like a familiar cloak. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and he took a deep breath, letting the scents of pine and earth fill his lungs. Today was a significant day, one that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in his life. He was preparing for his wedding to Marissa, the woman who had captured his heart and soul. As the Alpha of his pack, Dario felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. His role was not just to lead but to protect, nurture, and provide for his people. Marissa had been a beacon of light in his life, her laughter echoing in his mind as he thought about the vows he would soon recite. They had faced numerous challenges together, and each trial had only strengthened their bond. Now, as he prepared for their union, he wanted to ensure that his vows reflected the depth of his love and commitment. He had spent several nights and
Claire stood at the mouth of the stream with a gentle smile on her face, her heart swelling with joy. Today was a day of celebration, a day to honor the love between her brother, Alpha Dario, and his mate, Marissa. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine, and the sound of laughter echoed through the woods as friends and family gathered to witness the union of two souls destined to be together. Claire had always looked up to Dario, her older brother, who had taken on the mantle of leadership in their pack with grace and strength. He was not only a fierce protector but also a caring brother, always ensuring that Claire felt loved and cherished. As she watched him interact with Marissa, Claire could see the deep bond they shared, a connection that seemed to radiate warmth and happiness. Marissa was a perfect match for Dario, complementing his strength with her kindness, compassion and even more strength. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, and the woods qui
James sat quietly on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall as the soft light of the afternoon sun streamed through the window. It was a beautiful day, the kind that made everything seem vibrant and alive, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming main wedding. Alpha Dario and Marissa were finally tying the knot, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Yet, amidst the joy, James felt a swell of emotions that he couldn’t quite put into words. As he reflected on the journey that had brought them to this moment, memories flooded back moments of laughter, struggles, and the unwavering bond that had formed between them. Dario had always been more than just a friend; he was a brother, a mentor, and the kind of leader who inspired those around him. Marissa, with her infectious laughter and kind heart, had somehow become a sister to him. Regardless of the fact that he was still scared of her. Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to what it meant to tru
Dario stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, but it was the sight of Marissa that truly illuminated his heart. She was in the other room, finalizing her own preparations, and he could hear her soft laughter mingling with the bustling sounds of their wedding day. He took a moment to admire the suit she had picked out for him. It was tailored perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean physique. The deep navy blue fabric shimmered subtly, hinting at a sophisticated elegance that was both timeless and modern. Marissa had insisted on the color, believing it would complement her dress beautifully, and Dario couldn’t help but agree. It was a bold choice, one that spoke to their shared taste for the extraordinary. As he ran his fingers over the smooth fabric, memories flooded his mind. He recalled the day Marissa had dragged him to the suit shop, her ey
Marissa stood in front of the full-length mirror, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. Today was the day she would finally choose the dress for her wedding to Dario, the alpha of their pack. The sun streamed through the boutique's windows, casting a warm glow on the rows of beautiful gowns that surrounded her. Each dress seemed to whisper promises of love and happiness, but the pressure of making the perfect choice weighed heavily on her shoulders.As she stepped into the boutique, her best friend, Lila, was already there, flipping through a magazine while waiting for Marissa. Lila looked up and smiled brightly, her enthusiasm infectious. "I can't believe it's finally happening! You’re going to look stunning today, Marissa!"Marissa returned the smile, though her nerves still fluttered in her stomach. "I hope so. I just want to find something that feels right, you know? Something that captures how I feel about Dario."Lila nodded in understanding. "Of course! Let’s
As the sun began to rise over the quaint village of Eldoria, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Marissa, the beloved daughter of the village elder, was soon to wed the formidable Alpha Dario, a man known not only for his strength but also for his unwavering loyalty to his people. The wedding was fast approaching, and with it came a flurry of gifts from far and wide, each more extravagant than the last.Marissa had always dreamed of this day, imagining the grandeur of her wedding ceremony and the joy it would bring to her family and friends. However, she never expected the sheer volume of gifts that would arrive at her doorstep in the weeks leading up to the event. Every morning, as the first light broke through her window, she would find an array of beautifully wrapped packages waiting for her, each one a token of love and appreciation from those who wished to celebrate her union with Dario.The villagers, eager to contribute to the festivities, began to gather in he
The air was crisp, and the faint rustle of leaves whispered secrets of the night. He had always been a figure of strength and authority, the alpha who led his pack with unwavering resolve. Since finding the vampire child in the billionaire’s cellar, so many things had changed. She had been with the pack for a few months now, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was meant to be a part of their life. The thought had he could not just leave her by herself with no one in particular to take care of her, bothered him. He knew she was being taken care of, but she was still little and needed a family. The first time he had encountered her, Dario had felt a pang of sorrow. Curled up in a dark corner of the cellar, the child was trembling, her small frame barely visible in the shadows. He remembered the way her large, innocent eyes looked up at him, filled with fear and hope. It was a look that stirred something deep within him, her little hi, brought about protective instinct he