I longed for a partner who cherished me just as I am, someone who valued my opinions and listened to my voice. But Kayne seemed determined to mold me into his image, to shape me according to his desires and preferences.As I attempted to speak, my lips trembled uncertainly. I wasn’t sure how to articulate my feelings, and before I could find the right words, he handed me a glass of wine. I accepted it with a grateful smile, using the drink as a distraction from the turmoil within me.“The wedding is only a few weeks away,” he remarked, breaking the uneasy silence.Pretending not to hear him, I kept my eyes closed, savoring the wine in my mouth.“Yvonne, did you hear what I said?” he inquired, his tone tinged with annoyance.Startled, I pulled the cup away from my lips. “What was that?”He sighed, shooting me a knowing glance. He saw through my pretense, understanding that I had heard him all along. “The wedding is in a few weeks.”“Oh, wonderful! We should celebrate,” I exclaimed, reac
The shattered glass littered the living room as both Kayne and I stood there, bleeding from the altercation. Matt’s sudden arrival added to the chaos. “What the hell is wrong with the both of you?” Matt’s voice trembled with fear and frustration. “Stay out of this!” Kayne’s shout echoed through the room as he advanced toward me, his posture aggressive. I tensed, ready to retaliate, my hands poised like claws. But Matt intervened, intercepting Kayne before he could reach me. “That’s enough, Kayne! You’ve lost it!” Matt’s firm words seemed to penetrate Kayne’s rage-induced haze, and he fell silent, eventually storming out of the mansion, his head still bleeding. I seized the opportunity to slip away before Matt could address me, retreating to the solitude of my room. Stripping off my clothes, I submerged my body in the bathtub, seeking solace in the cool water. Moments later, my mother burst into the room, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I wasn’t surprised—word of the altercatio
I couldn’t fathom his indifference to my well-being. As his daughter, shouldn’t my happiness and welfare be his utmost concern, rather than blindly adhering to traditions that threatened to shatter my life and happiness? His unwavering gaze bore into me, filled with fury that seemed to consume him. Tears streamed down my cheeks, betraying my inner turmoil. “What about what I want, Father? Doesn’t that matter to you?” I choked out, my voice trembling with emotion. He shook his head dismissively. “Nonsense! Your desires hold no weight, Yvonne. Tradition and family are paramount. You must face the consequences for your actions,” he declared, his tone unwavering. I was dumbfounded. How could he say such things to me? I had only defended myself. My mother had warned me of this earlier, but I had refused to believe it. Was my father not thinking clearly, or was he under some kind of enchantment? Turning to the men standing behind him, he issued a chilling command. “Drag her away and lock
I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost.The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.I mourned deeply, cursing those who stole my beloved Aliyah from me. But amidst my grief, I found solace in our daughter, Yvonne. She became my beacon of hope, her presence a balm to my wounded heart, as she bore a striking resemblance to Aliyah.We have lived in secrecy for years, our magic providing fleeting protection against our foes. But our vulnerability remains, haunted by the fear of our enemies' return and the prospect of losing another child.My mate’s accidental killing of Kayne's father, leader of the Boldclaw pack, thrust upon us
I sat in the cage, feeling like prey awaiting its inevitable fate. The dungeon reeked, and I struggled to breathe amidst the foul stench. My hands and feet trembled with fear, the darkness pressing in on me like a suffocating blanket. It was an experience unlike any other, and I couldn't shake the feeling of injustice. My father's actions felt cruel and unjust, treating me like some expendable pawn.Anger simmered within me, fueled by my father's betrayal and Kayne's part in it. I yearned to confront him, to unleash the full extent of my hatred upon him.Closing my eyes, I gritted my teeth so hard against my lower lip that it threatened to draw blood. In that moment, the line between pain and anger blurred, both manifesting in the crimson hue staining my lips.Footsteps echoed in the dungeon, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tensed as the shadow approached, preparing for another encounter with my father's minions.As the figure drew closer, the features became clearer, revealing one o
"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
"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