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
The room pulsed with its usual energy as Bas locked eyes with me. His gaze met mine, the ambient light casting a haunting glow on the surroundings and intensifying the tension in the air. This was the first time I stood face-to-face with the infamous Bas. I had always fantasized about this day, envisioning it ending with a bullet in his heart. Yet, here I stood, rendered hopeless and submissive to his grip a reality I detested."Do you plan on pinning me like this?" I challenged, gritting my teeth. The atmosphere crackled with an electric charge, amplifying the discomfort of our proximity.He held his ground, staring deep into my eyes. The undeniable resemblance to Darius became apparent in his tousled black hair, possibly disheveled from a restless night. His piercing gray eyes hinted at hidden depths and met mine. The way his body pressed against mine left no room for doubt about his perfectly sculpted figure. Despite the external admiration he effortlessly garnered, the complexitie
Bas POV"Is there something you'd like to share with me?" I inquired, my gaze probing Roger's eyes for any hidden truths. "Just the usual, nothing new," he replied, his voice carrying an undercurrent of fear that clung to the air like an unspoken secret. It was a haunting reminder of my father's teachings, instilling in us the belief that we were superior beings, predators navigating a world meant for prey."You know I won't lie to you," Roger stammered, his eyes reflecting the fear that words failed to convey. A supposed leader of humans, he fidgeted in our presence, a puppet whose strings were pulled by a force stronger than himself."What a weakling," Austin scoffed, his disdain evident as he nodded in reluctant agreement that Roger might indeed be telling the truth."We should report to the alpha," I subtly nodded, acknowledging the unspoken decision."Nice chatting, Mr. President," Austin said with a mocking toneAs we left the room, her father stood at the entrance, his gaze mee
Bas povThe hushed murmurs of whispers filled the room, their voices barely audible as they exchanged curious glances and furtive whispers. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and stifling like a heavy blanket draped over us all. We had been gathered here to resolve a matter, one that my father had deemed necessary to handle personally. But I knew that if he were to get involved, blood would inevitably be spilled. As I stepped out everywhere became silent all eyes on me waiting for my next move." You must all be wondering why we are hear" I said." I do not intend to delay it so I will go straight to the point.I took a step forward slowly walking amongst them as I spoke" We are a pack. And as a pack, we are bound by loyalty and honor to protect and preserve our pack at all costs. But then I find out that there is someone who wishes to go against my order as your future alpha."Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, each person casting suspicious glances at their comrades