ZAYLENI was talking to Jordan, my eyes constantly flicking over to Liana. She was sitting alone, her somber expression betraying the turmoil going inside of her. My heart ached for her, but I needed to focus on what Jordan was saying and give her the space she asked for.“I told you that for the past two days, there have been quite a few victims of a vampire?” Jordan said, his voice low and serious.“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my attention on him.“We managed to find out who it was. That same person is responsible for Kiara's death as well.”“How did you find out?” I asked, curiosity piqued.“There is a CCTV camera near one of the victim's spots, remember? That person's face got caught on it.”“Who is it?” I demanded, my patience wearing thin.“You're not gonna believe it,” Jordan said, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and anger.“Come on, Jordan,” I urged, my attention now fully diverted from Liana and focused on him.Jordan took a deep breath before revealing, “It's
LIANATwo days later, I found myself sitting in Zaylen’s office, the tension in the room was threatening to strangle me.Zaylen looked up from email on his computer, concern etched into his features.“You want two weeks off work?” he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and worry.“Yes,” I replied coldly, nodding. “I need this time to adjust to everything that’s changed… with me, with Kiara.”Zaylen leaned forward, his brows furrowing. “Wouldn’t it be better for you to stay busy with work? It might help distract you.”“No, I need time to process all this,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze. I didn't think I needed to elaborate to him how my body was changing. Sleepiness came rare nowadays at night, and during the day, it downed my body with exhaustion. I had no idea how everybody else bore with it.But right now, more than that, my emotions were causing me more trouble.“I can’t just push it aside,” I added, “and pretend everything is normal when it’s not. That would equal me running awa
LIANANo, no, it probably wasn't James.And even if it was him, this time, he would actually end up dead. Because I was absolutely going to tear him down if need be. I was determined to do that.I walked to the door, trying to calm my racing heart, and opened it.There stood Zaylen, looking slightly sheepish.“Zaylen? What are you doing here?” I was surprised.What was he doing here? He didn't even text me that he was going to drop by. He usually lets me know before coming.A dangerous thought crossed my mind immediately. “Did something happen?” I asked, fear gripping my heart. “No, no, no need to look so scared. Nothing happened. Sorry, I was actually gonna call you before coming, but then my phone died. So…?” he trailed off.“Oh, I see. Phew.”His eyes drifted past me and landed on the packed cartons scattered around the room. “What’s going on here? Are you shifting?”“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my tone casual.“Why?” His brow furrowed in concern.“My dad owns this building,
LIANANo! I am fine!It's just Zaylen and his gaze making me feel all vulnerable.I sucked in a deep breath.I couldn’t let myself fall weak. I had to keep my guards up. “I am telling you I am fine, and if you can’t trust me on that, then please leave,” I said firmly. Zaylen met my gaze with a mix of frustration and concern, and for a moment, we were locked in a heated stare. Finally, he sighed and relented.“Okay, fine,” he said, his tone begrudging. “Let me at least help you find a decent place to live. When are you moving out?”“Tomorrow morning,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.“What the—” He was about to lose his calm, but then he took a deep breath, visibly trying to regain his composure. “How about you stay at my place for some time until you find your new place?”I hesitated because the offer was tempting. But no, the goal was to not depend on him anymore. How could I do that if I stayed at his place?“No, thank you. I’ll be fine at the hotel,” I let out. “Lian
ZAYLENAs I listened to Liana's words, it felt like a stab to the heart. But I forced a smile, pushing back the pain. I couldn't help but recall the moment she had confessed her feelings to me, only for me to turn her down. That now felt such a long time ago.Maybe this was just karma coming back around.But isn't this just cruel? I had just been her rebound, but she… had come to mean the world to me now."It's okay," I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. "It is enough for me to be here for you."“Okay.” Liana simply nodded in response, continuing to give me the cold shoulder. It stung, but I knew I had to respect her boundaries. Giving her space was the least I could do, even if it meant enduring her silence.I made a silent vow to myself not to let her indifference bother me. I wasn't going to give up on her, no matter how challenging it might be.###Finally, I finished helping Liana shift. Now, I was home. As I stepped into my mansion, a sense of dread settled
ZAYLENMarcus and Sophia exchanged surprised glances before Marcus furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not liking my confession. "Liana? The girl who just transformed?" he asked to be sure. I nodded confidently. "Yes, her."Sophia chuckled softly. "Are you sure, Zaylen?"I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes, I am sure."Marcus leaned forward, his expression serious. "You need to be absolutely certain about this, Zaylen. The Luna plays a critical role in our pack. We can't afford any doubts."Sophia nodded in agreement. “Yes. Be clearly positive about this and then let us know, okay? We will give you some time to figure it out.” "Besides, even if she were the Luna, how would she manage? She is like a baby fresh out of the womb in werewolf terms. How would she handle the responsibilities of leading the pack?" he pointed out.“You do have a point, Marcus, and I understand that,” I spoke up. "But Liana needs time at the moment, especially with everything that has happened.” "Of c
LIANAI woke up feeling a heavy weight on my chest, the kind that made it hard to breathe, let alone think about eating. But I knew I had to try. With a sigh, I picked up the phone and called room service."Hi, I would like to order breakfast, please," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. I rattled off a list of food that I didn’t really want but knew I needed for my body to keep functioning.When the food arrived, I dragged myself to the door and let the server in. He set the tray on the table, lifting the cloche with a flourish. My stomach churned at the sight of the silver cutlery gleaming on the tray. Silver — A werewolf’s worst nightmare."Is everything okay, Ma’am?" the server asked, a concerned look on his face.“Huh?” I glanced up at him, realizing I had been staring at the cutlery for too long. “Yes. You can leave.”He gave me a hesitant nod and left the room. I groaned, feeling a mix of frustration and fear. It was annoying to be scared of something
LIANAI turned to face Zaylen, a mix of surprise and confusion in my expression. "Zaylen, what are you doing here?"Zaylen held up a small paper bag, a familiar, warm aroma wafting from it. "I came by to drop off these blueberry muffins. I was going to leave it at the reception since you made it clear you wanted to be alone, but it seems like that's because you already have company."I felt a pang of guilt but quickly composed myself. "Oh, Zaylen, this is Colin, my friend from college," I said, gesturing to Colin. "Well, actually, he is a senior from college. He was very helpful to me back then."Colin extended a hand with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Zaylen."Zaylen shook Colin’s hand, but his gaze remained on me, a hint of jealousy in his eyes was evident."That's great. Glad you guys are catching up.” Zaylen had a tight-lipped smile on his face. “So hey, Colin, what are you doing here? I mean, are you staying at this hotel or something?"Colin nodded. "Yeah, I am."Zaylen r
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