“What bad news?”. Dario asked back through the mindlink as he walks out of the dining room with haste, immediately forgetting his meal.There was only one thing he told James to look into and ‘bad news’ meant that it concerned his mate. “I’m on my way to you”. Dario replied through the mindlink, shifting into his wolf as he steps out of the door. He knew exactly where James was. “What bad news James?”. Dario asked in a tone of urgency as he reached the wooden shack, shifting back to his human form in a split second. His clothes still intact. “I found more of Marissa’s past as I was investigating on the source of the whirlwind. Her aunt is a witch. A very powerful one at that”. James said, showing Dario some papers, one of which showed an image of baby Marissa and the woman in question. One thing Dario recognized from the photo was the woman’s necklace. It was an old relic. One that even the elves possessed several years ago. That necklace could not be worn by just any creature
Dario had finally discovered traces of witchcraft and some elven magic, which had him on his toes as elves were the creatures he detested the most, and knowing that there was a possibility of them still existing annoyed him to no end. From the whirlwind investigation, he had been seeing some strange things like floating objects, unnecessary thunder and lightning, and strange insects around the house. He was now sure that indeed there was either a witch or an elf, hovering around or close to the pack house. “James, you’re in charge for two days. I need to go on a little trip”. Dario states as he walks around, grabbing the things he needed for his ‘little trip’. His plan was to make the creature reveal itself and if there was anyone that could do that, it was him. Before the war, he grew up with elves and witches. Whenever they played hide and seek the elves and witches always loose because they could be summoned with three easy steps, whether they wanted to or not. The only reaso
“Alpha hunted this for you”. A woman in an apron said to Marissa, holding a large tray of a dead bloody animal. The sight made Marissa squirm. It had been a while since she saw something so gore which made her feel like vomiting and so she ran to her new room, Dario’s room to throw up in the bathroom. However, as soon as she got turned the door knob in attempt to lock the door, she got the shock her life as the door locked itself. Before she could react, a hand was on her throat strangling the life out of her. She couldn’t see anything apart from the persons eyes as black was all the person wore from the head to toes. Marissa struggled and struggled but to no avail. After a short minute of struggling, she started to give up as she had lost all the strength she had. All the fight in her was gone.“This person is not ordinary”. She thought as she could literally feel her strength and everything in her draining.On realization that she was about to die, a tear fell from her eyes, an
The pain he felt in his chest could not be quantified by anything in this world. The shock, the disappointment, the pain, the heartbreak, and most of all, the loss of hope. “How! How! How!”. Dario roared at the top of his voice, smashing his fists into the table that was now just pieces of wood. Over all the things he felt, the betrayal hurt the most. “She had been lying and pretending all this time James! All this time! I was fooled for months!” He roared out again, this time collapsing on the couch with tears rimming down his eyes. The one chance he had at a mate after waiting for a century, had to be an elf, and a betraying one at that. Everytime he remembers what happened yesterday. It feels the same way all over again. Flashback“Marissa?”. He asks, praying so hard that the person he was seeing was a witch’s hex and not really his Marissa. “What’s going on?”. She asks, as the vines cling to her not letting no matter how hard she tries to loosen it. “Dario, please help!”.
Marissa could not remember the time she cried this much. Her heart and body was in so much pain that her body was failing her. The man that claimed to be her mate and treasure her, had locked her up without food and water for 3 days now. It wasn’t foreign to her but it hurt so bad because she was beginning to like and trust him already. “That’s what you get for trusting people”. A creature in a full black cloak spoke to her. The voice startling her as she turned to look at the source of the voice. Only to find out that this was the same thing that strangled her the other day. Panic and anger filled her immediately as she got into defense mode, but it only laughed. The voice neither resembling that of a man or woman. It got her very confused and so she asked. “Who are you and what do you want from me”. Her voice shaky from lack of everything. Sleep, food, water, cold, and pain. “I-I’m you”. The thing replied. A confused and annoyed frown pastes itself on her face as she fully tu
“She should be executed!”. One elder from the far side of the table shouted.“I agree”. Another elder voices, and in no time, the whole room was noisy with all the elders of the council agreeing and soliciting for an execution of Marissa. “Silence!”. Dario ordered, pain gripping his chest because deep down, he knew he had to choose. His mate or the wishes and harmony of his people. The council was formed ages ago, even before he was born, and was filled with the oldest and wisest werewolves in the 20 packs. It was law that any decision made unanimously by them, would stand but Dario wasn’t having it. “That woman were talking about is my mate. Don’t forget that”. He says to them, his voice and tone so commanding that it got the whole room silent. A pin drop would be a loud sound in this conference room right now. “We apologize Alpha. However, the elders are not wrong. Even as a human, Marissa is not worthy of the throne and of being your mate. Now she’s an elf? Even worse”. Amel
The rumor about Alpha Dario’s mate being an elf had spread like wildfire through the 25 packs. Now, all the alphas of the 25 packs were calling and advocating for her execution. “This is such a mess. What do we do?”. James asked, panicking and pacing round Dario’s office. James looked even more troubled than Dario about this matter. There was literally a crowd outside the pack house trying to seek an audience with their alpha. Also, clamoring for the the execution of Marissa. This made him so mad but he couldn’t blame them either. Even he had a hard time accepting it, accepting her for who she was. Dario knew that it would be very hard to convince his people or make them accept her as soon as his rage was down after discovering that she was an elf so he wasn’t surprised. However, he didn’t anticipate that it would be this bad. There were at least 600 werewolves outside the pack house, shouting and chanting, which meant that almost everyone in the 20 packs were outside chanting:
Marissa had been groaning and rolling in pain. Everything felt so intense, everything was so painful. She just wanted it all to end. “It would be better if I die! Ahhh!”. She creams at the top of her lungs for the first time since the pain of transition started three days ago. It had become unbearable. It felt like her her blood was literally boiling, like there was a hot iron pressed on every single part of her body from the inside, constantly getting hotter by the second. “Please fight it master. You’ve come so far. Only three days more. The creature in the black cloak said as it appeared again. Marissa was so frustrated and was literally going insane. She laughed. So manically that even the creature was alarmed. Not even a second later, another agonizing scream leaves her mouth, herr heart beating so fast she thought it would give out on her, and the funny part is that she wanted it to. She had begun to give up on everything. It was too much. The pain, the torture, the heart
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