"You’re running from monsters you don’t understand, Emma. But what happens when you realize the biggest one is staring at you in the mirror?" Kael’s voice was low, dangerous. “You don’t belong in their world—or mine.” Emma is a human journalist with an unrelenting curiosity, determined to uncover the truth behind a string of bizarre animal attacks plaguing her small town. But her investigation leads her into a hidden world where creatures of the night rule, and nothing is as it seems. A deadly encounter changes her life forever, thrusting her into the arms of Kael, a brooding Alpha wolf with secrets of his own. As Emma’s world unravels, she must navigate dangerous alliances, forbidden love, and a revelation about herself that could alter the balance of power between vampires and werewolves forever. Some truths are worth risking everything for. Even your humanity.
View MoreEmma.I stayed behind the pillar, barely breathing as Tristan and Regina exchanged pleasantries with Derek. My eyes wasn't playing tricks on me. Tristan was really there and Regina was right beside him. Regina. What did she want with Tristan? Did they know each other? Did she have something to do with Roger's death? Most likely. Tristan’s presence alone was enough to unsettle me, but Regina's fake smile made it even worse. I shifted slightly to get a better view, my fingers gripping the cool stone of the pillar for support.For a second, his eyes darted in my direction and it narrowed. Had he seen me? My heart thundered as I quickly stepped back behind the house and fled the lakeside, hurrying into my room. The rest of the day became a game of avoidance. Every creak of a door, every approaching footstep sent waves of anxiety through me. I practically stayed in my room, avoiding any room I thought Tristan or Regina might enter. I was still in my room, a little too absorbed
Emma.The morning light trickled through the curtains, warming my face and waking me before I was even ready to wake. My body ached, not from physical exertion but from the discomfort of being in a place that wasn’t home. I stretched, shaking off the fog of sleep, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I had to take a warm bath and perhaps a little stroll to ease the tension I felt within. A soft knock startled me and Cathy walked in. She was already dressed in her usual tight leather with her hair pulled pack into a neat bun. "Morning," she said, her lips stretching into an easy smile. “How are you feeling today?” I hesitated. Was there a correct answer to that? “Fine, I guess.” I lied fluidly. I was anything but fine. I wanted to be somewhere else. I wanted to be with Roger. I wanted to be home. She frowned slightly. “If you need anything, nything at all, just let me know, okay?” “Thanks,” I murmured, sincerely appreciating her concern. But now I was wary of peo
Derek.The sight of Emma standing there, naked and startled, with water dripping down her shoulders, was enough to root me in place. The basin was too small for her frame. I could see every inch of her no matter how much she tried to fold into herself. She crossed an arm over her chest, cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she tried to shield herself. Alpha," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What... what are you doing here?" I snapped out of my stupor and cleared my throat as I bent down to retrieve the dagger. "I knocked. Twice. You didn’t answer." My voice came out more hoarse han I intended, but I couldn’t help it. Was I pissed off at her or was my husky voice a sign of something else entirely? I couldn't dwell on that. She averted her eyes, reaching for a towel on the stool beside her. "I didn’t hear you," She trailed off, pulling the towel around herself hastily. "Why are you bathing in here?" I asked, gesturing to the cramped basin. The question sounded s
Derek.The moment the doctor uttered the word hybrid, my stomach twisted. It wasn’t just shock, it was dread. I, Derek Moon, was not afraid of anything. I had lived life so fiercely that even fear cowered at my entrance. But a hybrid?Hybrids were more than rare. They were a calamity waiting to happen. And now, one was in my pack, Emma. Was she going to give birth to a hybrid baby too? Yes and that would make two hybrids. The child would be a pure blood by birth, immune to both vampire and werewolf threats. But Emma was more endangered. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't send her away. As soon as Emma was led back to the guest room, I waved the doctor off and headed for the quiet corner of the clinic where Cathy was waiting. She raised an eyebrow when she saw my face. “What’s with the grim look, alpha?” she asked, folding her arms. “Tell me everything,” I said sharply. “About the accident. From the start.” She looked taken back. “Do you still think she's a threat li
Emma.The moment the man set me down on the chair, I couldn’t stop shaking. My entire body trembled, soaked to the bone from the lake’s icy water. He crouched before me, his piercing green eyes filled with concern and a liftie bit of curiosity. “Are you okay?” He asked with a firm voice. I nodded, though my body betrayed the lie as another shiver wracked through me. Without a word, he stood and barked an order to the guard behind him. “Get a blanket, now." I was still shaking and trying to squeeze into my own heat. Moments later, the guard hurried back with a thick blanket. The golden haired man took it from them and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth was immediate, though it did little to calm my nerves. The man stepped back, his tall frame towering over me. His blonde hair was even more striking and though he’d just transformed from a massive golden wolf into human form, his movements were still as intimidating and graceful. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice was comm
Emma.The guards all surrounded me. They looked scary and intimidating and my knees felt weak. The mean man had somehow kept Cathy on the wall and I was alone with these fierce and ruthless looking men. "Please," I whispered weakly. "I didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t have to take me—" One of them cut me off with a grunt. “Orders are orders. No use pleading.” I clutched the wooden door frame and tried to struggle with my fingers trembling. “I’m not a threat,” I tried again. “I swear. Please, just listen to me!” The taller guard grabbed my arm. His grip was firm and even a little cruel. “That’s not up to us,” he said gruffly. “Let’s go.” For a second, I panicked. I didn't know what to do. My legs refused to move, but they wouldn’t care about that. I knew they’d drag me if I didn’t cooperate. How long would I be a prisoner to these men? To different men in different packs? Just as I was about to break into sobs, I heard a very loud voice call out. “Let her go. Now.” Th
Emma.The first thing I noticed was the blinding whiteness. Bright lights stabbed at my eyes, making them water as I blinked against the harsh glare of the florescent. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, each limb aching and unresponsive. I tried to lift my arms and I couldn't, I winced at the sudden sharp pain that ran through my neck. “Ouch," I hissed and blinked away the tears that almost fell. Slowly, the sterile scent of antiseptics and faint floral soap crept into my awareness. Where am I? I turned my head, my neck protesting with the movement. The room around me came into focus slowly. I could see white walls, a small window with curtains drawn, and a single chair by the bed. Machines beeped steadily beside me as I looked around. The second of the machine was about the only noise in the room apart from my breathing. I tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, a sharp pain shot through my ankle, making me gasp again. My fingers instinctively reached for it,
Emma.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't say a word. My vision blurred as the scene before me unfolded like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Roger’s lifeless body lay crumpled on the ground, his blood soaking into the dirt of the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Thomas’s voice rang out, cheerfully commanding the crowd’s attention, “we have a victor.” I turned my head slowly, my limbs were heavy, my mind numb. Was this a dream? Would I wake and warn Roger to not fight? Was this real? Thomas stepped into the center of the arena, with a triumphant look on his face. “Tristan,” he continued, gesturing toward the Tristan who was still holding the bloodied sword, “has proven his strength and valor today. He is the rightful heir to the estate, and Roger’s foolishness has met the fate it deserved.” I couldn't find words to describe the vile man standing before me. But one thing was for sure. This wasn't a dream. I couldn't possibly think of such cruelty all on my own. This was real. “Rog
Emma.I barely had the time to sleep when it was already morning. I sat in the corner of Roger’s room, watching him prepare. He has a handsome smirk on his face as he dressed up, as if he were going to a formal dinner and not stepping into a fight that could cost him his life. He stood before a mirror, adjusting the leather straps of his armor. “Roger,” I began, my voice trembled despite my efforts to stay composed. “You don’t have to do this. You can back out.” He paused for a second, staring at me in the mirror, but said nothing. I stood up with my legs shaky as I crossed the room. “Please,” I fell to my knees before him. “Don’t go through with this. You can’t face Tristan. He looks dangerous, you don’t know what he’s capable of, especially now that he's desperate to take your place.” Roger turned and sighed as he looked down at me. “Tristan is my cousin. I know him," he replied. "He is a desperate man, you can do anything. Please listen to your mother, please.” Shaking h
Emma.I slammed the stack of pictures down on the editor's desk, my voice trembling as I spoke. "Another attack, Mr. Karl. Another one just last night. You can't keep ignoring this." Karl barely glanced up from his computer, adjusting his glasses in that slow, deliberate way that always made me irritated. “Emma,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world, “what people want to read isn’t wild animals running through the woods. They want celebrity gossip, local scandals, you know, stuff that sells.” I crossed my arms, trying to keep my voice steady. “People are dying, Mr. Karl. I’m talking about lives here, not some silly drama about who cheated on who." "You'll watch your tone, miss Emma.” his voice rose a notch and I stepped back. Mr. Karl sighed, tapped his pen against his notepad, his eyes locking onto mine with what looked like sympathy. “Emma, you’re good at what you do, but I’m running a business. People eat up the gossip like candy, but they...
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