"Mother, he's the one who put me in here. He should be the one to release me, or I'd rather die here!" I yelled."You've lost your mind, Yvonne! This is madness! You know your father too well, don't you?" She asked, her voice tinged with terror.I shook my head. "No, Mother. I know nothing about my father. Perhaps it's time I started getting to know who Arthur Brooks truly is."My mother placed her hands on the bars and shook them in anger. "Listen to me carefully, Yvonne. You are getting out of here this instant. Whatever has gotten into your head can wait until you're out of here!"She tried to unlock the cage, but I slammed the keys down with my hand. "I said I am not getting out of here until Father unlocks the cage himself. He put me in here, so he'll get me out. That's the only way I'll stop feeling like a prisoner.""But you aren't a prisoner, Yvonne!" my mother cried out."Oh, yes, I am, Mother. Stop trying to manipulate me into doing what you want," I snapped in anger."Yvonne
I hurried after my husband into our bedroom, where his fury was palpable."What on earth does Yvonne think she is?" he thundered in anger."She's our daughter, Arthur," I replied, my voice trembling, my face drained of color.Truth be told, I didn't approve of Yvonne's actions, nor did I take pride in them. She was defying her father in a way that could prove perilous for her. But how could I convey this to her when she refused to listen?"Did you put her up to this?" Arthur demanded, his eyes flashing with anger.My eyes widened in shock. What was he suggesting? "Arthur, I would never do such a thing. Yvonne made this decision on her own!" I protested vehemently.He chuckled darkly, sinking onto the couch in her room. "Arthur, that dungeon is no place for Yvonne. It's unhealthy. Please, go down there and get her out yourself," I implored, hoping to reason with him."Really? I should bend to Yvonne's will just because she's my daughter? Who knows what she'll demand next, perhaps my hea
Kayne stared at his mother, confusion evident in his expression. "What do you mean, Mother?"Emelda's smile widened. "I mean that Yvonne Brooks, her parents, and the entire Moonlight pack have no choice, my son. So, there's no need for you to worry."Kayne shook his head, a sense of unease settling in his stomach. "This doesn't sit right with me, Mother. I clashed with Yvonne, and from the look in her eyes, she simply despises me."Emelda laughed heartily as she stood up. "Then do what you do best, Kayne. Make her fall in love with you."Kayne gasped in frustration. "What do you think I've been trying to do all this time? I even asked her out on a date."Emelda approached him, her tone firm. "Perhaps it's time you paid closer attention to your bride-to-be. Get to know her better, figure out how to win her over until the wedding is over and done with."Kayne was speechless, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions. "So, I should continue chasing after her and apologizing? Shouldn't sh
I just finished my homework, so I dialed Grace's number, and before I knew it, I was in a conference call with two of my friends."What's going on, Yvonne? I've been calling nonstop," Lora exclaimed, her voice filled with curiosity.I chuckled softly. "I... I was just busy," I replied vaguely.Lora scoffed. "Busy with what?"I smiled choosing to keep my activities to myself. "It's not necessary to say, Lora. I really don't want to bore you."Grace joined in with a laugh. "Well, I was bored all day, and I was thinking we could have you out tonight for a party at the club.""You mean me?" I clarified, surprised."Of course," Lora confirmed.I laughed hard. "Sorry, girls, but tonight is definitely not cool for any of that.""Is that so?" Grace inquired."Listen, you won't understand, but I can't come out tonight. Maybe some other time," I explained."I heard that Alexander is at the club though, and he's been all over Anne," Grace mentioned casually.I felt a twinge of annoyance at the me
As I paced my room, anticipation building with each passing moment, impatience gnawed at me relentlessly. I couldn't shake the fear that Alexander might have already left the club, leaving me stranded with my hopes dashed.The mere thought of him spending time with Anne or Helen fueled a surge of jealousy that churned my stomach. My hands grew sweaty, and I rubbed them together nervously in a futile attempt to calm my racing heart."Pacing back and forth won't make her come any faster," I muttered to myself, my impatience growing with each passing second. "Come on, Mum, leave your witch stuff and start coming, please," I urged, my voice tinged with frustration.Turning to the mirror, I scrutinized my makeup, a small smile tugging at my lips as I admired my reflection. "You look absolutely perfect," I reassured myself, basking in the confidence that my appearance exuded.With a giggle, I marveled at my own beauty. "What man in his right senses wouldn't be dying to date a beautiful girl
I swallowed hard, my mind racing with thoughts of the witches. The last time something like this happened, it was their doing. But this felt different—louder, more menacing. I doubted it was the witches; they wouldn't dare attempt to harm me, knowing they'd have to contend with my mother.Whatever I had collided with had wreaked havoc on my car. I struggled to maintain control of the steering wheel, the car veering erratically from side to side, narrowly avoiding the trailer ahead. Its blaring horn only added to my confusion."Oh my God! Oh my God!" I screamed, my body trembling uncontrollably.My face flushed with a mixture of fury and fear as I teetered on the brink of despair. It felt as though regaining control of the car was an impossible feat.Miraculously, I managed to wrestle the car back under control, swerving it to the left side of the road, despite still maintaining a high speed."Phew! What was that?" I exclaimed, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I brought
Susan tightened her grip around Drake's waist, desperation evident in her voice. "Don't tell me you don't like what you see. Am I not beautiful enough?"Drake firmly removed her hands. "Maybe you should learn to listen more, Susan. I said I don't date witches."Susan sighed, her tone pleading. "But what if I'm not a witch? Would you consider dating me then?"Drake leaned in close, his voice low and unwavering. "Even if you weren't, I still wouldn't date you. Just back off."With that, Drake walked away, disappearing into the club. Susan frowned, folding her arms defensively as she noticed the curious stares from onlookers."What are you looking at, huh?" she snapped rudely, causing them to quickly avert their gaze."That was a close one," Drake muttered to himself, briefly revealing his fangs.Meanwhile, Alexander sat at the counter with Helen, while Anne served drinks behind it. Tensions simmered between Anne and Helen, evident in their exchanged barbs throughout the evening. Helen, h
Larry chuckled, glancing around the crowded bar. "Isn't it obvious? I came to club and party, just like everyone else."He seemed excited, breaking into a dance move as the music blared loudly, making conversation difficult without raising one's voice."I wasn't expecting to see you here," Anne admitted, her nerves palpable."Why? Afraid your boyfriend will catch us?" Larry teased, fixing his gaze on her.Anne shook her head vigorously. "That's not it, Larry. I'm just concerned that you might cause a scene. Alexander may not show it, but I'm sure he's furious with you."Larry scoffed dismissively. "He got what was coming to him. You don't need to worry your pretty head over nothing.""Where are your friends?" Anne asked, glancing behind him."I'm flying solo tonight. They're still recovering from their injuries, poor boys," Larry replied with a hint of amusement.Anne breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Larry didn't seem intent on causing trouble. While she was confident in Alexan
"Not so fast!" Catherine said, descending the staircase with an air of authority. With a swift motion, she pushed the men attacking her mate against the wall using her magic. They slammed into the wall with a thud, groaning in pain and his men who were held captive were freed at once. "How dare you, Catherine? How dare you use magic on my men?" Emelda yelled, her face contorted with fury. "Beware, Emelda, I can read your mind clearly," Catherine smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Emelda was taken aback. "What?" Catherine laughed, a cold, knowing laugh. "Oh, you don't know, do you? The witch who has been preparing your mind-cloaking spells, the one you have been scheming your evil plans against the werewolves with, the one you promised the leadership of all werewolf packs to... she's dead. Geraldine was killed yesterday by her own daughter. Can you imagine that?" Emelda gasped in fear, her eyes widening as they began to turn bloodshot. She had no idea Geraldine had a daughter
Anne disappeared in a flash, leaving Alexander alone amidst the chaos. His search for her was fruitless, and in a fit of anger and desperation, he dragged the bodies out of the house and set it ablaze. As the flames consumed the building, Alexander turned back to bury the bodies, but to his shock, only two remained. He buried them hastily, then fled the scene before the police and fire services arrived. Meanwhile, in his throne room, Arthur was pacing up and down, his face etched with worry and stress. The group of werewolves he had sent to find Yvonne finally walked in. Arthur spun around, his eyes filled with hope. "Where is she?" he demanded, his gaze darting behind them, hoping to see Yvonne. The men shook their heads sadly. "I am sorry, but we could not find her," one of them said. Arthur's face contorted in disbelief. "What do you mean by that? I told you not to return to this fort until that girl is found." "We are sorry, Your Majesty," another werewolf interjected, "but we
Lucy was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief, while Geraldine clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she gritted her teeth in a barely contained rage. "Who are you?" Lucy screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "Good question, Lucy," Anne replied with a chilling smile, her eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement. She turned back to Geraldine, gently caressing her cheek with a touch that felt both tender and menacing. "Yes, Geraldine, you do look like my wretched, stupid mother—the same woman who willingly sacrificed me to the ocean because her dearly beloved vampire lover craved more power. The same one who polluted the ocean and caused the deaths of countless sea creatures, including mermaids," Anne said, her eyes shifting to a vivid, unnatural blue, reflecting the fury of the ocean depths. Geraldine's shock was palpable. She stumbled backward, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if the very ground beneath her had turned to ice. "You're... you're... suppose
I sobbed uncontrollably, cursing myself over and over again for being so foolish. "Yvonne, please, I am not like them. I have never supported my brother's evil deeds. My mother was a werewolf; I am also like you," Drake pleaded. "You are nothing like me, Drake. You are an abomination, and now I am about to give birth to another one. I am a total disappointment to my family, the Moonlight pack, and all werewolves!" I screamed, my words heavy with anger and despair. Drake shook his head, hurt evident in his eyes. I knew I had wounded him deeply with my harsh words, but my anger was uncontrollable. "Yvonne, I am sorry," he repeated, his voice filled with remorse. I cried like a woman who had lost her husband to sudden death, my hair a tangled mess as I repeatedly struck the wooden floor in anguish. He approached me, offering solace in his embrace. I knew he was genuinely remorseful, but how could I come to terms with the mess I had gotten myself into? A few hours later, my sobs su
I drove for what felt like an eternity, putting as much distance between myself and danger as possible. Even though I was still within Latan City, I couldn't shake the feeling of being hunted. This was the only place I'd ever known, and the thought of surviving beyond its borders seemed daunting. Finally, I stumbled upon a guest house and parked my car securely in their garage, grateful for the added layer of protection it offered. I covered it with a blanket, ensuring it wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. After securing a room and locking myself in, I took a moment to catch my breath. The accommodations were far from luxurious, but they provided a safe haven for the time being. As I sat on the bed, trying to calm my racing heart, my phone began to ring. Each vibration sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated, knowing it was Drake desperately trying to reach me. For hours, I ignored his calls and messages, fearing that any contact would reveal my location. But as hunger gnawe
I sat in class for what seemed like an eternity before everyone finally cleared out for the cafeteria. Instructing my friends to go ahead, I rested my head on the desk for a moment. When I lifted it, I noticed my vision was slightly blurred. Blinking with difficulty, my eyes felt heavy, so I rubbed them with my hands. Drake entered the classroom. "Aren't you joining us for lunch?" he asked. I managed a smile in response. He leaned down and kissed my lips. "I'll grab lunch soon," I replied weakly. "You go ahead. I'll catch up." He nodded, giving my back a reassuring rub. "Don't worry. You'll be fine." As he walked away, I exhaled deeply. Drake would make an incredible mate and father. His caring nature only deepened my love for him. But right now, my mind was overwhelmed. I fretted over my own well-being and the pregnancy. How would I break the news to my family? Could I even bear to face it, or would I have to live with the secret? I shook my head, knowing my father would never a
Now understanding the depth of Alexander and Geraldine's history, Helen ran her hands through her hair, pondering if she could ever move on from Alexander. As Drake was leaving, she hurried after him, grasping his hand. "What do you think Alexander wants from Anne?" she inquired. He shrugged. "I don't have the time to find out. Maybe you should help me figure it out," he suggested before continuing on his way. Lost in thought, Helen stood for a moment before making her way into the bar. Anne noticed her approach while serving a customer a glass of wine. "What do you want?" Anne asked, glaring at her. Helen placed her hand on the counter, chuckling. "This is a bar, a public place. You shouldn't be asking me such a stupid question." "Are you that dumb? I was only asking what you'd like to drink," Anne retorted, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Then you should have sounded a lot nicer, or I wouldn't mind reporting you to your boss. Trust me, you don't want to lose your job," Helen
I looked up, and there he was—my man, Drake. All eyes were on him as he strode in, exuding an aura of charm and confidence, especially with his sunglasses accentuating his handsome features. A smile crept across my face, reassured in my decision to be with him, despite the complication of carrying his child. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him into a tight hug, savoring the moment as he reciprocated with a lingering kiss. Giggles escaped me, feeling a sense of contentment, even as I noticed Alexander passing by with Anne, their faces clouded with evident displeasure. But their opinions mattered little to me; my happiness was all that mattered. Hours later... While other students made their way to the cafeteria, I steered Drake into the men's restroom, craving a moment of privacy. "What's up?" he inquired as I locked the door behind us, his hand inching towards me, anticipating a romantic encounter. "Stop, Drake. I need to discuss something serious," I stated firmly,
A week later, I was inseparable from Drake; we went everywhere together at school, always accompanied by my two friends. Yes, we were dating. I never imagined I would be with Drake, but it was happening. I didn't love him as much as I loved Alexander, but I felt a strong attraction to him. He was a genuinely nice guy, and I thought giving him a chance was the right thing to do. As days passed, I found myself growing to love him more. Drake looked happier than ever since coming to Latan City University to study. He was now the love of my life, and thinking about him excited me. I started to see him as the most handsome man in school, and maybe I was already falling deeper in love with him than I ever imagined. However, people like Anne and Alexander didn't seem pleased to see us together. I didn't know why, but I didn't care to find out. In fact, I was glad that my relationship with Drake was bothering them. Helen walked into the classroom as I was packing my books into my bag. I wa