LIANAI woke up to the sound of muffled voices, Zaylen and Jordan chattering nearby. My head felt heavy, my mind foggy from sleep. Their conversation was a soothing background noise at first, something about coffee and office gossip. But then, I caught a few words that made my heart skip a beat. They were talking about me.I lay still, pretending to sleep as I listened more intently. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of curiosity and dread swirling within me. What were they saying about me?“…will be losing my Luna,” Zaylen’s voice drifted to me, clear and unmistakable.My eyes flew open. What? Did I hear that right? I was Zaylen's Luna? How the hell was that possible?My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of their conversation. His Luna. Queen of the pack. Zaylen regretting rejecting me. It was all too much to process. My heart raced, and I felt a surge of emotions – confusion, shock, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite identify.I immediately sat up, f
LIANARelief washed over me at Zaylen’s words, but it only left room for more questions to flood my mind. “Then? What does this mean?” I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty. “What does being your mate mean?”Zaylen sighed, his expression thoughtful as he searched for the right words. “It just means that the Moon Goddess thought we would be perfect for each other and decided to pair us, and the rest… it's up to us.”“So, meaning we are just destined to fall in love?” I pressed, trying to wrap my head around the concept.He nodded slowly. “Kind of, but not really. It’s complicated, honestly.”“Like Jordan still loves Sara, even though she is not his mate?” I questioned, trying to find some semblance of understanding in the midst of confusion.Zaylen’s nod confirmed my suspicion, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Jordan and Sara. Love, it seemed, was far more complicated than I had ever imagined.“But are you sure that you are not just in love with me and mistak
ZAYLENI couldn’t believe it. She actually said yes! Liana was finally my girlfriend!My heart felt like it was about to burst with joy, and I was pretty sure I could power an entire city with the energy coursing through me. I might as well have been the happiest man on earth at that moment.My grin was so wide, it felt like my face might split in two. I was practically floating. Without thinking, I pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around in a giddy whirlwind of euphoria.“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” I said, my voice barely able to contain my excitement.“Actually, I do have an idea,” Liana responded with a light laugh, her feet dangling in the air. “I mean, I can literally feel happiness radiating off you.”“Good then,” I grinned, refusing to let go. “You should know just how happy you have made me.”“Okay, come on, let me go,” she urged, trying to wiggle out of my embrace. “We are still in the office. Soon everyone else will
ZAYLENIn the evening, I walked into my walk-in closet, which had always been a haven of order and precision. Not today, though. Today, it felt like a battleground.I pulled out a shirt, held it up, and then discarded it onto the growing pile on the floor. "No, too formal," I muttered to myself. Next came a casual tee, which I quickly deemed "too casual" and tossed aside. A sweater followed— "too hot for the weather"— and joined the mess. Pants and jackets soon followed, each one failing to meet the high standards I was suddenly setting.Before long, my previously pristine closet looked like a hurricane had swept through it. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and I was no closer to deciding on an outfit. Frustration bubbled up inside me. This was ridiculous. Why did I own so many clothes, and why couldn't I find anything that looked right? Why was this so hard?After what felt like hours of chaotic rummaging, I decided to call in reinforcements. I dialed Noelle's number, pacing bac
LIANAI was happily putting on my makeup, humming a tune as I dabbed on some blush. The excitement for my first official date with Zaylen bubbled inside me. Everything felt like it was falling into place.It really was a good decision to give us a chance.Just as I finished applying my mascara, my phone buzzed. Seeing Zaylen’s name on the screen, I smiled and picked it up. "Hey, you," I greeted cheerfully.There was a brief pause before Zaylen spoke, his voice tinged with regret. "Liana, I am so sorry, but I have to cancel our date tonight."My heart sank. "What? Why?" I asked, my voice shadowed with disappointment."Something happened and I need to immediately check it. It's urgent, otherwise, you know I would have never canceled our date."I took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. "I know, but…" The words hung in the air, filled with unspoken questions and disappointment."I am so sorry, baby. I was really looking forward to it too," he said, his voice softening.
LIANAI hesitated for a moment longer, weighing my options. It was just sharing a table, and we’d both be minding our own business. Plus, that guy seemed like a genuinely nice person.“Alright,” I nodded finally. “Thanks.”He led me to his table, a small corner spot that was cozy and away from the busiest parts of the café. I settled into the seat across from him, feeling a mix of curiosity and relief.Soon, my coffee arrived, and as I took a sip, a happy, blissful smile bloomed on my face. I couldn't help it; the coffee was just that good. That guy chuckled softly, catching my attention.“Why are you laughing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said you wouldn’t bother me.”“Sorry,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just the look on your face was kinda funny.”“Funny?” I echoed, feeling a bit offended. “Funny how?”“Sorry, that came out wrong,” he quickly corrected himself. “I meant cute, actually.”I narrowed my eyes at him, still not entirely convinced. “You are
LIANAI gasped as Zaylen suddenly appeared, his expression dark with anger. Panic surged through me as I realized he was about to cause a scene. Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed to intervene, positioning myself between Zaylen and Leon, hoping to diffuse the tension before it escalated.“What the hell are you doing? This is a public space,” I hissed at Zaylen, my heart pounding with anxiety.Zaylen's eyes blazed with fury, and he seemed oblivious to my attempts to calm him down. "You have no idea what this guy has done," he growled, his voice low and menacing.I felt a surge of confusion and apprehension. Was Zaylen so consumed by jealousy that he was lashing out at this man without cause? Or had he mistaken Leon for someone else, believing he was harassing me?“Zaylen, leave him. He was not harassing me,” I insisted, my voice firm but tinged with concern.Zaylen's grip on Leon's collar loosened slightly, but his gaze remained intense. "What? He has been harassing you too?" he
LIANAI stepped out through the front door of the café and found Zaylen waiting outside, his expression tense with worry."Where is Leonel?" Zaylen demanded as soon as he saw me."He left," I replied simply, also mentally noting that Leon's actual name was Leonel.Zaylen's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "How could you let him leave, Liana?"I rolled my eyes, feeling a twinge of frustration at his accusatory tone. "Why? So that you could accuse him of murder?""Murder? What? No!" he exclaimed, looking genuinely confused."Then why were you so mad at him?" I pressed, crossing my arms over my chest.Zaylen paused, seeming to reconsider his approach. "That's because he returned to the town and didn't even inform me. He only contacted Noelle! That's why I was so mad."I sighed, feeling exasperated by the misunderstanding. "Maybe you should have started the conversation with that. For some reason, Leon thinks you were there to accuse him of murder."Zaylen's brows furrowed deeper in confus
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