LIANADuring lunchtime at the office, I found myself seated with Aaron and Kiara, engaged in light conversation. "So, did you hear about the new project that's coming up?" Aaron asked, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin.Kiara raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "No, spill the beans!"I chuckled, amused by their curiosity. "Well, rumor has it that the deadline might be pushed back due to some unexpected delays in the development phase."Aaron nodded knowingly. "I heard that too. It's causing quite a stir among the higher-ups."Kiara leaned in closer, her interest piqued. "Do you think it will affect all our departments’ timeline?"I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "Hard to say at this point. But knowing our team, I'm sure we'll find a way to make it work."Amidst the chatter, my gaze suddenly drifted towards Zaylen, who just stepped inside the room.I hesitated, contemplating whether to acknowledge him or not. After all, I had made it clear that nothing would change between us, de
ZAYLENAs I stared at the message from Liana, a surge of emotional turmoil swept through me, leaving me with hurt and confusion. "Why are you so mad at me?" the text read, each word a painful reminder of the ‘mistake’ that we both willingly made."You can't even comprehend why I am mad," I muttered under my breath. “If you could, you wouldn't have to be asking me this question right now.”It was true — I couldn't bring myself to explain the tumult of emotions that raged within me, but neither could I bring myself to word out my pain to her.The truth was, I felt utterly devastated by Liana's response to our night together.I had allowed myself to hope for something more, to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us to build something meaningful together. But her request to forget about it all had shattered those hopes like fragile glass, leaving me feeling hollow and alone.I couldn't understand how she could be so blind to the depth of my feelings, so oblivious to t
ZAYLEN"What's wrong? What happened to Liana? Is she okay?" I asked the doctor anxiously, my heart pounding in my chest as I awaited his response.The doctor furrowed his brow, studying the monitor beside Liana's bed before turning to me with a somber expression. "I am afraid we are not entirely sure," he admitted. "She doesn't seem to have a fever, her blood pressure is normal, and her heartbeat is steady. But despite all that, she is still unconscious."My stomach churned with dread at his words, a sense of helplessness washing over me. “What do you mean you are not sure?” I demanded, hating this entire situation. "Isn't there anything you can do to help her?"The doctor shook his head, his expression grave. "We will need to conduct more tests to determine the cause of her condition," he explained. "In the meantime, all we can do is monitor her closely and hope for the best." I clenched my fists in frustration, a surge of guilt washing over me. I had been so consumed by my own em
LIANAI found myself staring at the bloodied patient, my eyes locked on the sight of their mangled body, especially the visible bleeding flesh.A deep hunger stirred within me, gnawing at my throat like I hadn't eaten in days. The scent of blood filled my senses, triggering an instinctual urge that I struggled to resist.Suddenly, Zaylen's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, snapping me out of my trance-like state. I blinked, feeling disoriented for a moment before realizing where I was."What happened? You okay?" Zaylen's concerned voice reached me, and I quickly nodded in response, trying to push aside the unsettling hunger that still lingered within me."Yeah, I am fine," I replied, forcing a smile onto my lips. "Just feeling a bit thirsty, that's all,” I blurted out.I didn't dare to tell him the truth, to admit the dark desires that had momentarily consumed me. Instead, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind, burying them beneath a facade of normalcy."Do you want
LIANAAs I stood there, a silent observer amidst the grieving throng, I could not shake off the haunting reality of James's funeral. From afar, I watched as his family huddled together, their sobs mingling with prayers, a cacophony of anguish echoing through the air. Their anguish cut through me like a knife through the heart — like I should be feeling bad as well."I should have never kicked him out," James's father choked out between tears, his voice trembling with regret."He was just lost, we could have helped him," his mother whispered, her words barely audible over the mournful cries.The weight of their words pressed heavily upon me, a burden of sorrow I did not want to bear. James's tragic end was all too much to comprehend. How could he have given up completely on life and thrown himself in front of a truck? He was a leech! Always trying to find new ways to leech off of someone while taking the easy route.Huh, was that why he chose death over everything else? Because it w
LIANAI couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn in conversation. "Why would I still stay at your place?" I teased, arching an eyebrow. Zaylen chuckled as his response laced with playful banter, "Well, Noelle is still staying with Trevor. So the mansion is kinda lonely."I laughed, the tension of the day dissipating with each shared joke. "I can't be a replacement for your sister," I quipped, my tone light. “So no, thank you, I will be staying at my own place.”"Geez, I don't want you as my sister, either," Zaylen cringed, his expression turning mockingly dramatic.We shared a moment of lightheartedness, the heavy emotions of the day momentarily forgotten as we reveled in each other's company. And as we drove away from the somber scene of James's funeral, I couldn't help but feel happy for the support of the man sitting beside me. ###As night descended, I found myself engulfed in a sea of discomfort, my body wracked with pain that seemed to emanate from every fiber of my b
ZAYLENAs I listened to Liana's words, a sense of disbelief washed over me, mingling with a growing sense of dread. Each symptom she described seemed to match that of a werewolf transformation — something I had experienced firsthand. Starting from unquenchable hunger to sudden growth in nails… all of it were symptoms of transformation. Now, it made sense why she was able to guess Aaron was a werewolf and why she had a heightened sense of smell and sound. That might also be why she was staring at that patient's mangled body that way.But it couldn't be possible, could it? Liana wasn't a werewolf. She had not been bitten by one, had she?Oh, dear Goddess, if that had happened —But she would have told me if it had, right? The thought gnawed at me, a nagging doubt that refused to be ignored. So, I finally voiced the question that had been lingering at the back of my mind. "Liana, did you get bitten by a werewolf?" I asked, my voice reluctant.As Liana hesitated, my stomach dropped to
ZAYLENIn the afternoon, I found myself confiding in Jordan, laying out the unsettling truth of Liana's situation. His reaction mirrored my own bewilderment, his brow furrowing in concern as he processed the information.“She is becoming a werewolf? Is this because she is mingling with all these werewolves these days?” Jordan let out, and I shot him a glare for his ridiculousness.“Have you people sent your brains on a vacation, huh?” I got annoyed. “I get why Liana would ask that, but why are you asking, Jordan? It's not a disease, so why would it be contagious, for heaven's sake?” I responded in frustration. “But there's no other possible way, is there? I mean, she didn't get bitten. So?” He stared at me, waiting for a logical reply, but since I had none, he continued, “This is the only logical conclusion, right?”“In what way is this logical?” I released an exasperated sigh and pressed the bridge of my nose. “Anyway, it doesn't matter why she is transforming. I need a solution to
LIANAThe morning sun poured through the curtains, casting a gentle light across our bedroom. I woke up to the soft, familiar hum of the world outside, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. I turned to see Zaylen sleeping beside me, his face relaxed in peaceful slumber. The sight of him always filled me with a profound sense of contentment and love.I stretched, carefully sliding out of bed to avoid waking him. Today wasn’t just any day—it was a day I had looked forward to for a long time. The house was still, the calm before the storm of our bustling family life. I tiptoed down the hallway, my heart swelling with excitement as I made my way to the nursery.Our twins had brought a new kind of joy into our lives, their arrival a culmination of love and anticipation. The nursery was painted in soft pastel colors, with a cozy crib in the corner and shelves lined with toys and books. The gentle hum of the white noise machine filled the room, blending with the soft sunlight filte
LIANA It was mid-morning, and the office was bustling with the usual activity. The gentle hum of conversation and the clacking of keyboards filled the air, but I could barely focus on anything other than the growing discomfort and irritability that had become a constant companion over the past few weeks. I sat at my desk, my fingers drumming impatiently on the surface. The pile of paperwork before me seemed to mock my inability to concentrate. I sighed heavily, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. Zaylen, ever observant, noticed my agitation from his office. He appeared at my desk, a look of concern etched on his face. “Hey, baby. How’s it going?” I glanced up, trying to muster a polite smile. “Just peachy,” I said, though the words were more of a snarl than anything else. “If you consider battling an insurm
LIANA The next few days, I couldn’t shake a strange feeling. I was more tired than usual, and the scent of coffee, which I normally loved, was suddenly making me nauseous. Sara noticed my discomfort. “Liana, are you feeling okay?” she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “I’m fine, just a bit tired” I replied, trying to brush it off. “Been feeling nauseous and my head is pounding these last few days.” Sara gave me a knowing look. “Maybe you should take a pregnancy test.” I blinked, surprised by her suggestion. “A pregnancy test?” She nodded. “There might be a possibility.” The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. Could it be possible? I decided to take Sara’s advice to heart. During my lunch break, I headed to the pharmacy just a few blocks away. The fluorescent lights and the hum of the store seemed unusually bright as I picked out a pregnancy test kit. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and anxiety as I made my way back to the office, clutchin
LIANAThe past few months had flown by in a blissful haze. Our honeymoon had taken us from the Maldives to the enchanting streets of Paris, and finally, to the serene countryside of Tuscany. Each day had been filled with love, laughter, and unforgettable moments. But now, it was back to reality—our reality, where Zaylen and I were not only husband and wife but also Alpha and Luna, and for the time being, colleagues.I walked into the office, the familiar scent of coffee and paper filling the air. As I made my way to my desk, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nerves. This was our first day back after the long honeymoon, and though I was eager to dive back into work, I couldn’t ignore the butterflies in my stomach.Zaylen’s office door was slightly ajar, and as I passed by, I saw him sitting behind his desk, engrossed in a document. He looked up, catching my eye, and a slow, mischievous smile spread across his face.“Good morning, my Luna,” he called out, his
LIANAThe following morning, we decided to explore more of the city. After a quick breakfast, we set off to visit the Louvre Museum. As we walked through the grand halls, admiring the masterpieces, Zaylen kept me close, his hand never leaving mine."Look at this one," he said, pointing to a painting. "Doesn't it remind you of one of our dates?"“The one we had just before you proposed to me?” I asked to be sure. As he nodded, I laughed, remembering that endearing evening. "It does. We have come a long way, haven't we?""We have," he agreed, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "And I wouldn't change a thing."We continued our tour, losing ourselves in the beauty of the art and the history that surrounded us. As we exited the museum, we found a street vendor selling crepes. Zaylen insisted on buying one for each of us, and we sat on a nearby bench, enjoying the sweet treat."These are delicious," I said, licking a bit of Nutella from my fingers."Almost as sweet as you," Zaylen tea
LIANAThe Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic against the twilight sky, its twinkling lights casting a romantic glow over the city of Paris. I marveled at the sight, my heart swelling with awe and excitement. Our long honeymoon had brought us from the tropical paradise of the Maldives to the enchanting streets of Paris, and I couldn't have been happier.Zaylen and I strolled hand in hand along the Seine River, the soft murmur of French conversations and the distant sound of street musicians creating a magical atmosphere. He looked dashing in a tailored suit, and I felt like a princess in my flowing dress."Isn't this beautiful?" I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder."It is," he agreed, pressing a kiss to my temple. "But not as beautiful as you."I blushed, my heart fluttering at his words. "Always the charmer.""For you, always," he replied with a playful wink.As we walked, we passed a quaint café with outdoor seating. Zaylen tugged me toward it. "How about a little dessert?"
LIANAThe soft rustling of palm trees and the rhythmic lapping of waves greeted me as I stepped onto the sunlit balcony. The warm, salty breeze of the Maldives caressed my face, bringing with it a sense of serene contentment I hadn't felt in years. The crystal-clear waters stretched out endlessly, a shimmering expanse of turquoise that promised days of relaxation and intimate moments with Zaylen.I leaned against the railing, closing my eyes and letting the sounds of paradise envelop me. A gentle smile tugged at my lips as I thought of Zaylen still asleep in our villa, the man who had turned my world upside down in the best way possible."Liana?" Zaylen's voice, husky with sleep, reached me, making my heart flutter.I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his dark hair tousled and his eyes still heavy with sleep. He looked so different from the domineering, fierce leader I had first met. Here, he was just Zaylen, my husband, the man I loved with all my heart."Good morning, sle
LIANAToday was the day—the day Zaylen and I would finally stand before our loved ones, pledging our hearts to each other in marriage. The anticipation and excitement in the air were palpable, mingling with the fragrant scents of blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves. Our wedding was set against a backdrop of lush greenery, the venue a picturesque garden that seemed to be alive with joy and celebration.The sun shone brightly, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The ceremony was to be held in a charming outdoor setting, with a floral arch adorned with cascading white roses and delicate greenery. The aisle, lined with white rose petals, led to a beautifully decorated altar where Zaylen and I would exchange our vows.I took a deep breath, feeling the flutter of nervous excitement in my stomach as I prepared to walk down the aisle. Noelle, radiating beauty even with her eight-month baby bump, adjusted her position next to me. She looked stunning in her deep emerald g
LIANAThe morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled light across the campsite. The soft, golden rays glinted off the sparkling surface of the waterfall, creating a mesmerizing display of light and water. The gentle roar of the falls provided a soothing soundtrack as the water cascaded into a clear, shimmering pool below.The campsite, nestled beside this natural wonder, was waking up with the day. The cool, fresh air carried the crisp scent of pine and morning dew. The grass was still damp from the night, and the tents stood slightly crumpled, evidence of a night spent in cozy slumber.Trevor, ever the early riser and mischief-maker, had a gleam in his eye as he set his plan into motion. He crept quietly towards Zaylen, who was enjoying a leisurely breakfast by the fire, unaware of the prank that was about to unfold. Trevor had filled a bucket with water and carefully rigged it to tip over when Zaylen’s chair was moved.I observed from a distance, sipping my