That same day, around midnight, a lady entered the church, appearing stranded, empty, and confused. She wore a striking red dress without sleeves that shimmered in the light. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, wide with bewilderment, were accentuated by a mild touch of makeup on her face. Her steps were soft and slow as she made her way in, wearing silver heels that complemented her attire.Father Bosco sat at the front row, his brow furrowed as he flipped through a book, stealing quick glances at its pages. He seemed troubled and preoccupied, his gaze flickering to the wall clock from time to time. As the lady approached, Father Bosco couldn't help but notice her staggering gait, and he wondered if she was intoxicated. Suddenly, she slipped and fell.Without hesitation, Father Bosco rushed to her aid, supporting her as he helped her to her feet. He guided her to a nearby seat, where she slowly sat down. Glancing around, Father Bosco searched for anyone accompa
Father Bosco’s eyes widened as he took in the unexpected sight before him. "Anita, how and when did you get here?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.Anita shrugged nonchalantly, rising to her feet. "I was scared. I couldn't stay all by myself in the church, so I decided to follow you," she explained, her demeanor betraying a hint of vulnerability amidst her boldness.Father Bosco's confusion deepened at Anita's explanation, his brows furrowing in concern. "But I didn't notice or see you following me," he reiterated, his tone tinged with skepticism."I didn't want you to see me, else you might convince me to stay back in the church," Anita explained, a faint frown marring her features as she moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Please, pray for me already, Father Bosco."Father Bosco's bewilderment only intensified as Anita's actions took an unexpected turn. He felt a rush of discomfort as her hands traversed down his stomach, her touch sending shivers do
Anne woke up early the next morning, finding herself lying naked in Alexander's bed. She scoffed as she recalled their passionate encounter from the previous night, glancing to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. Her eyes widened in confusion as she rubbed them slowly. "Where the hell is Alex?"Standing up, Anne walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of Alexander's shirts. Donning it, the oversized garment resembled more of a short gown on her petite frame. She shrugged with a quiet smile. "That's what happens when you're dating a tall, broad-shouldered guy” she thought out loud.Anne left the room and descended the stairs, searching for Alexander. She found him seated at the bar, holding a glass of red wine. "You're up so early," he remarked upon noticing her presence behind him.Anne chortled. "Not as early as you. Did you even sleep at all?"He laughed, stealing a glance at her. "Why do you ask?"She sighed, approaching him. "We were up all night enjoying each othe
"Aunt, I'm home... I hope you’re ready to eat me alive?" Anne announced, spreading her arms wide.Turning to the left, she spotted her aunt seated with a cigarette in hand. She scoffed, "When will you ever quit?""When I'm in my grave," her aunt retorted rudely.Anne rolled her eyes, her face contorted in disgust. "You slept out last night. You didn't come to Latan City for this, Anne," her aunt chastised."You don't need to keep reminding me. I'm well aware. Besides, sleeping out made me realize that the brothers have a lot of differences," Anne replied.Her aunt scoffed. "Do I look like I care about your ridiculous investigations? So I guess your investigations require that you date him.""Who?" Anne's eyes widened in surprise."Oh, please, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," her aunt snapped in anger.Anne gaped. "Have you been monitoring me?""You're in my house, Anne," her aunt stated."And so what?" Anne yelled. "Can't I breathe because I'm in your house? I've
I noticed the way Helen glared at me as I walked past her, but I wasn't in the mood to dwell on her expression. Frankly, I didn't care to know.I realized that Drake wasn't with Alexander, but I couldn't bring myself to approach Alexander and ask about Drake's whereabouts. After all, what business was it of mine whether Drake was in school or not? Our brief conversation last night didn't make him my friend.Grace and Lora stuck by my side, as usual, though we were barely talking. They hadn't stopped apologizing for what happened last night.My heart was heavy with mixed emotions, and I couldn't discern which hurt more: my father's words, Alexander's relationship with Anne, or my friends making me feel like a fool."Yvonne, we're truly sorry. I promise we'll never lie to you again," Grace said, following me closely.I remained quiet, walking slowly with my hand dragging the shoulder straps of my bag. If only I could be alone, without Lora and Grace constantly trailing behind me and plea
Anne left for the restroom, visibly upset. She washed the blood gushing from her nostrils and used a tissue paper to staunch the flow.She looked extremely worried. "The substance I added to Alexander's drink was meant to make him die in his sleep. How come Larry took it and is still alive? I don't understand any of this," she muttered to herself.Anne took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She had added the substance to kill Alexander, but Larry drank it instead. She couldn't comprehend why Larry was still breathing after consuming it."I can't believe I've grown powerless. It's not possible," she thought, her worry deepening.Anne extended her hands forward, her eyes shutting tightly. When she opened them, they were a piercing shade of moonlight color."Regina Mater, Ego postulo scire quomodo Larry quidem superfuit ex effectis ad mortem substantia," she chanted.Smoke began to emanate from her hands, gradually enveloping the restroom in an eerie haze."The substance
Susan sensed something was amiss. She noticed a profound guilt etched on Alexander's face when she inquired about Drake. Suspicious, she decided to investigate further, sneaking into their apartment to confirm her suspicions.Methodically, Susan combed through the rooms until she reached Drake's quarters. There, she discovered him lying motionless with a dagger plunged into his heart.A triumphant grin crept across her face. "I knew it! When I suspected Alexander was up to something, that bastard daggered his own brother!"Enraged, Susan approached Drake, yanking the dagger from his chest and flinging it to the ground. Suddenly, Drake gasped loudly, his eyes snapping open as he swiftly sat up in bed. His complexion was as pallid as snow, his gaze vacant.Susan greeted him with a smile. "Welcome back, vampire."Drake's response was a gasp of disbelief. "You!"She nodded. "Yes, me. Your treacherous brother daggered you and claimed he had no idea of your whereabouts. What did you do to pr
"What is my offense, Alexander?" Geraldine asked, her tone tinged with hurt."You failed me when I needed you during the war. What did you expect? That I would crawl back into your arms?" Alexander hissed, his eyes flashing with resentment."Alexander, you know very well that I did everything I could. I even sacrificed my baby for the sake of your victory. The werewolves have always been stronger than the vampires," Geraldine argued.Alexander's glare intensified. "I forbid you from uttering such nonsense. Werewolves may have won then, but they won't win a second time. Besides, that baby of yours was cursed and deserved to be sacrificed."Geraldine looked away, her expression pained. "I see...""I'm back to reclaim all that I've lost, Geraldine. And you witches are going to help me get it all, just as you should have done before," Alexander declared firmly.Geraldine laughed bitterly. "So what do you plan to do? They wiped out your entire community. You can't fight them alone. Besides,
"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