Becca's POVI stared at the lingerie on my body. I had just bought, a smile spreading across my face as I imagined Bas’s reaction when he saw me in it. He's going to be so shocked, I thought, a giggle escaping my lips at the idea of his expression.Just then, the doorbell rang, and I rushed downstairs, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I struck a sexy pose. "Come in," I called, my voice filled with anticipation.The door opened, and as soon as Bas walked in, I let my robe fall, revealing the black lace lingerie I had picked out just for him."Be... wow," he stammered, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of me. His gaze darkened with desire, his lips parting slightly."I thought I..." My words trailed off, and my eyes widened in horror as I saw my mom and Lola standing there behind him. "Mom!" I yelped, scrambling to pick up my robe and cover myself, my face bright red with embarrassment.My mom's eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth slightly open as she tried to process
Becca's POV"Wh...what did you just say?" My voice trembled, shock and disbelief coursing through me as I tried to process what Naomi had just revealed."Becks, I'm so sorry. I thought he told you," she said, her voice filled with regret and concern. Her eyes searched mine, desperately hoping for some sign of understanding.When I decided to come over and share the good news with Naomi, I never imagined it would end in such a heartbreaking revelation. Bas had the oak tree, and he didn’t tell me."Becca," Naomi called softly, her hands gently placed over mine. Her touch was warm, but her eyes were clouded with worry.I forced a smile, trying to suppress the pain that threatened to overwhelm me. "It's fine. I'm sure he was going to tell me... eventually."Naomi still looked at me, her eyes brimming with concern. "He just needed it to stop Darius. He... never said anything about using it on... himself."My heart skipped a beat at the thought. No, I would never let him do that.I smiled a
Becca's POV"Careful..." Bas whispered, guiding me with gentle hands on my shoulders. He had insisted on blindfolding me for a surprise, and the anticipation was driving me wild."Are we not there yet?" I asked, a hint of impatience in my voice."Patience, love."Finally, we stopped. Bas slowly untied the blindfold. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light, and then widened in astonishment as I took in the scene before me. We were standing in front of a beautiful house, nestled beside a picturesque farm. The lush countryside stretched out in every direction, vibrant and serene."Bas..." I breathed, unable to find the words.He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his breath warm against my ear. "You always wanted to have a family in the countryside, so let's start our family together here."My eyes filled with tears, and I tried hard to keep them from falling. Despite the painful fate that awaited us, I had asked Bas for just one month—to live as if everything was perfect, to be
To My Beloved Bas,It feels as though it was only yesterday when you held me close and we dreamt about the name for our precious child. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face—the way your eyes sparkled with warmth and love, your smile that made my heart race a thousand times over. Those memories are vivid and bittersweet, a testament to the beautiful life we shared.Since you left, nothing has been the same. Yet, I cling to the hope you gave me—that someday, somehow, we will be reunited. Your words are a beacon of comfort in the darkest moments.Our daughter, Grace, is growing up to be a reflection of you. She is strong-willed and spirited, traits that you embodied so perfectly. There are times when she can be a little stubborn, but her heart is as tender as yours was. She reads your letters often, and through them, she feels connected to you, finding solace and strength in your words.After your passing, the pack relocated to a new town. Under Austin’s leadership, they have thri
Dear Readers,As I close the final chapter of Marked by the Moon, I'm so grateful to every beautiful person who read my book. Your support and enthusiasm for my work have been truly inspiring. Writing this novel has been a journey filled with countless hours of creativity, and knowing that it has found a place in your hearts means the world to me. You guys are the absolute best.Thank you for being with me on this wonderful journey despite my flaws, less-than-perfect writing, and grammatical errors. Your encouragement fuels my passion and drives me to continue creating. I am immensely grateful for your kindness and support. You all stayed with me to the end, and again, I say thank you.As I move on to new adventures, I carry with me the cherished memories of our time together. I hope Marked by the Moon brought you as much joy and excitement as it did me.Thank you for being a part of Bas and Becca's bittersweet adventure. Your support means the world to me.With heartfelt appreciation
They say the day a mother gives birth is like unlocking a treasure chest of infinite wonders. Each precious moment sparkles with the uniqueness of a new life, making it a day as extraordinary as the universe itself. My mother always told me that I was her greatest gift."Look at her, George," my mother murmured, her voice a melody of affection. "Our little Rebecca, a gift from the heavens.""She's perfect," my father declared, his eyes locking onto me. In that moment, everything felt just right. After a decade of hoping and waiting, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, but not just any baby their baby, their precious child. Things were finally taking a turn in their favor.But joy is often fleeting, as we were about to discover.His footsteps reverberated through the hallway, each resonating thud announcing his impending arrival. The echoes weren't just in the hallway but in the hearts of those within."Such a beautiful baby," he remarked with a smirk, his voice a chilling melo
"No, no, no," Lola, my best friend, barged into the room as I lay on my bed. "What are you wearing?" she asked."My pajamas," I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow."Come on, Becca, it's your 18th birthday. You can't mope around all day doing nothing." Lola wasn't taking no for an answer, and today, of all days, I was not in the mood for a celebration.I wasn't a fan of birthdays; they felt more like ticking time bombs. It wasn't like anything special would happen. As my birthday approached, it drew nearer to the day I met my fate. Dread lingered, but I wasn't scared. I had trained all my life for this moment, and I couldn't wait to stab Sebastian straight in the heart.Lola, undeterred by my gloomy disposition, held up two different dresses. "This or this?"I sighed, reluctantly lifting my head. "Lola, you know I hate parties.""Yeah, but you're going to love this one. Unlike your other birthdays, you should go out sometimes and have fun. So, no excuse you are going out.""She's
The air hung heavy as I drove away from the party. Deep down, I knew this was a terrible idea. I should have stayed indoors, perhaps focused on training or delving into research to find a way to end the werewolves. However, against my better judgment, I succumbed to Lola's insistence. It wasn't her fault; I couldn't blame her. It was all the werewolves' fault, and that's precisely why I had to put an end to this. Clenching the steering wheel, I accelerated into the city, heading towards the one place that offered solace – home.Upon arriving, I slipped into the house but froze at the sound of my mom's gentle sobs."I'm sorry; I promised I wasn't going to cry," she confessed, wiping away her tears."It's okay, honey," my dad consoled her. "We have to be strong for her."My chest felt constricted, as if I couldn't breathe. I couldn't let them see me in this vulnerable state. Quietly, I slipped away, stumbling upon something as I did. Looking up, I sighed in relief that my parents hadn't