“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 woke up to the chants coming from outsiders It was a beautiful morning, with light rays of sunlight peaking through her curtains. Waking up to a serene environment was still one she struggled to get used to. She was so thankful on mornings like this because the memories of the past were still so present. She could not have dreamed of this when she was still imprisoned. All she dreamed of was death but it never worked when she tried attempted to. “What are you thinking about so early in the morning princess?”. Dario voiced out after standing by the door for a little while. He woke up every morning with thoughts of his mate but couldn’t help himself today. Walking up to her bed, he placed a kiss on her forehead, which both startled her and made her happy. “Good morning”. He greeted as he took a seat at the foot of her bed. A lot of things had been going through his mind lately. How to deal with the urges he was not now greatly stuggling to control. How to get the pack
“Oh!”. She exclaimed both in pleasure and shock as his hands traveled down south and touched her where she most wanted to be touched. The pair were both so immensed in pleasure that they were startled when a knock on the door sounded. The knock almost had smokes coming out of Dario’s head from the anger he felt from being interrupted. “Who is that?!”. Dario yelled out after the deep groan that he let out. He already knew who was behind that door but waited for an answer. “I’m sorry bestie”. James said, slowly opening the door to reveal his sheepish smile. He knew exactly what was going on, and the sheepish smile he had on his face said it all. The thought that he knew, had Marissa wishing the ground could swallow her. She knew that mates were very open with their attraction for each other, but still struggled with public display of affection. “I’m sorry Luna, I had to an urgent matter to report”. He said with a little bow that had both her and Dario confused. “Why are you be
“You mean they passed through the borders and we didn’t notice?” Dario asks, furious and a little surprised because he prided himself in knowing that his pack has top security as he also was instantly notified whenever a breach was to happen. “Yes. Draco is with them”. James said with a sigh, waiting for an outburst from Darionas Draco was a good friend but a terrible foe. Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire. A birth that no one thought was possible as any similar match died during childbirth.Draco was also a mastermind at disarming and infiltrating places no matter how secured and guarded it was. “I know why they’re here”. Dario said to hakes as a sigh left his lips, watching one of his pack members flip about three times on a single swing attack by a warrior. “They’re not ready for a war or any fight, so let’s try to see how we can accommodate them without a war”. He says so because he knew very well that the vampires w
“Your highness. With all due respect, we came for just a pint of your mated partner’s blood”. Another man who Dario suspected to be the ruler, or son of the ruler of the vampires as he had a crest tattoo on his shoulders, spoke. “With all due respect, I would advise you leave before I become disrespectful”. Dario said with a growl that indicated that he meant every single word he just said. His first thought was “How dare they be so bold to make such a statement in my presence?”. However, as his anger grew at the thought, he realized that they were actually on edge. It was subtle but he had dealt with people like this long enough to know that they were actually scared shitless, abd we’re just holding themselves together (barely). From the slight bouncing of his legs, to the head of sweat that surfaced on his forehead. He knew. On the other hand, James had already unsheathed his sword, ready to fight as he himself was angry as it was an insult to him also. “Put it down”. Dario sa
“What?!”. Dario abd James exclaimed in disbelief but also because deep down he knew it was true. Every wolf with a mate feels heat during the full moon and is the time where most she wolves get pregnant due to their hormones readying itself for conceiving in this period. It was also a time when wolves were most sensitive and at their strongest. Even the weakest wolf was strong enough to defeat a warrior on a normal day. It was a normal thing that happened to wolves but he was just so shocked as he never attributed that trait to himself. Before, he was like a god with no weaknesses and no reactions to normal things that usual wolves had, but since Marissa came, he had been more of a wolf than he had ever been. The thought excited him as much as he dreaded it. He had been fighting the urge to mate with Marissa as he had not done right by her, by marrying her and almost always lost as it was not just the mate bond pushing him. He, on his own, also wanted to know exactly what her m
As he yelled out, James came running in, startled that something had happened but immediately he ran to touch his best friend on the arm from where he bent, on one knee, what happened next almost had his heart out of his chest from fear. “Don’t touch my mate”. Marissa’s voice echoes out. Literal echoes, like it was more than 3 people talking. Startled by the voice, James turned to look at her and was even more startled. Her eyes had turned white, and were as bright as a torch. James fell on his ass from the shock and fear, raising his hands in surrender because she sounded very angry that he touched her mate. Dario was just dumbfounded. His own pain, long forgotten as worry took over instead. He had made both Trent and James do research on Oscuras, and although they had been delivering information, they had not stated that her eyes would change colors. The research only made janes more afraid of Marissa day by day. Turning away from James, she walked over to her mate who had d
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