LIANASophia approached me with a warm smile. "Liana, I believe you have the potential to be a great Luna. But potential needs to be nurtured. If you are to protect and lead this pack, you must be stronger. I would like to offer you training to enhance your abilities and fully embrace your werewolf nature."Her words filled me with both gratitude and anticipation. "Thank you, Sophia. I would be honored to train under your guidance."With the formalities concluded, I walked out of the meeting hall with my head held high.Just as I stepped into the hallway, Zaylen grabbed my arm and pulled me into a quiet corner, his face a mix of anger and concern."Why did you say that in there?" he demanded, his voice low but intense. "I told you to stay out of this case."“Wow, aren't you going to congratulate me on officially becoming the Luna?” I met his gaze, unflinching, and he didn't seem to be in the mood for light jokes, so I sighed. "Look, you told me to stay out of it,” I continued, “becau
LIANAAs Jordan slid into the driver's seat, I watched the forest around us dim under the evening sky. I could feel his anticipation, the unease in his posture as he settled in beside me."Liana," Jordan began cautiously, his voice cutting through the silence that hung heavily between us. "There are already plenty of people posted around the forest. We don't need to go out and be on standby—""We are not going out for that reason," I interjected, my tone steady but tinged with a sense of urgency.Jordan glanced at me, his brow furrowing with concern. "Then?" he probed gently.I hesitated, my mind racing with how to explain our mission. Finally, I opened my mouth to respond, knowing Jordan wouldn't like my answer. However, he beat me to it. After all, he was a smart cookie."Are we investigating James and Lara? Please say no," Jordan pleaded quietly as he turned the key in the ignition, the car humming to life."Unfortunately for you, yes," I admitted, my voice firm but tinged with re
LIANAMy heart raced as I backed away slowly, my gaze locked with James's, who now stood over Jordan and Mia's fallen form, his fangs bared in a menacing snarl."I have been waiting so long to see you again, Liana," James sneered, his voice filled with malice. "It's a shame you had to interfere. This was all supposed to be so perfect."Fear mingled with anger as I steadied myself, preparing to face him. "Why, James?" I demanded, my voice shaking slightly despite my efforts to stay composed. "Why help Lara with these murders?"James chuckled darkly, his eyes flickering with a dangerous intensity. "It was my idea, not hers," he admitted coldly. "She's just following my lead, like always."What? And here we thought it was related to Lara because of the relation of high school."Why, James?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "Why do all this?"James sneered, his expression twisted with bitterness. "Because of Zaylen," he spat out, his voice tinged with venom. "E
LIANAI watched in horror as he disappeared from view, a sickening knot tightening in my stomach. The rush of adrenaline faded, leaving me shaking and breathless. The reality of what had just transpired sank in, and I leaned against the balcony railing for support, trying to steady my trembling hands.Minutes passed before I dared to look over the edge. Peering over, I searched desperately for any sign of movement, any indication that James might have survived the fall. Down below, the moonlight cast eerie shadows over the courtyard. And there, under the faint glow, I saw him.James lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving. His body was twisted unnaturally. But still, maybe he survived it because of being a vampire—and then I noticed the arrow of a stone statue had impaled him through the heart. Dread washed over me as I realized the finality of his fate."He is... he is down there… dead," I whispered, my voice trembling. A shiver ran through me, the realization sinking in that James
LIANA"I just felt your panic and sadness so strongly all of a sudden, I came running to hug you," Zaylen murmured, his voice soft with concern.I melted into his embrace, feeling a rush of relief at his touch. "Even in your sleep, you sensed it," I whispered, holding him tighter, seeking comfort in his presence."What happened?" Zaylen asked gently, his arms around me protectively."I disobeyed you again," I confessed, my voice tinged with guilt. "This time, it's serious."Zaylen sighed, a mix of resignation and curiosity in his voice. "What is it?"I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before narrating everything that had transpired with James and Mia."You mean to say James is now dead?" Zaylen asked after I finished recounting the events.I nodded, the reality settling heavily on my shoulders. "Yes.""Are you sure?" Zaylen pressed gently. "It's not like last time, is it?"I took a deep breath, meeting his eyes with a mixture of guilt and determination. "Zaylen, his heart got
LIANAExcitement bubbled within me as Jordan shared his plans, but a flicker of concern crossed Zaylen’s face, subtle yet undeniable. I leaned forward, eager to know more."When are you going to do it?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.Jordan chuckled nervously, glancing at Zaylen before answering. "Well, I was thinking sometime next week, maybe on her birthday."Zaylen remained thoughtful, his brow furrowing slightly. "Are you sure about this, Jordan?"Jordan nodded firmly. "Yeah, I am. It’s about time, Zaylen."I noticed the hesitation in Zaylen's response, and a pang of realization hit me. "Zaylen, is it because they are not mates?" I asked softly, knowing the complexities of werewolf traditions and their emphasis on the bond between mates.Zaylen sighed, his expression conflicted. "It's part of it. The elders are strict about these traditions. They believe in the sanctity of the mate bond, that it’s the foundation of our pack.""But times change," I insisted, frustration
LIANAAs we rose from the bed, I pulled Zaylen along playfully towards the kitchen, where boxes of utensils and pots awaited organization. "So, Mr. Alpha," I teased, nudging him with my elbow, "any secret tips for organizing the perfect kitchen?"Zaylen pretended to ponder for a moment, his brow furrowing in mock seriousness. "Hmm, well, start with putting the knives where I can't reach them."I laughed, knowing exactly why. "Fair point. And the spices?""Arrange them by how likely you are to use them," he replied without missing a beat. "And definitely keep the coffee beans within easy reach of both of us.""Got it, keep both of us caffeinated," I joked, unpacking the coffee grinder with a grin.Once I was done, I glanced at Zaylen again, enjoying the easy banter between us. After a while, Zaylen leaned against the kitchen counter, his smile softening. "How about we take a break now? We deserve it after this morning."I glanced over at Zaylen, appreciating the soft smile on his face
ZAYLENThe grand ballroom was alive with soft music and the hum of conversation. The chandeliers above sparkled, casting a warm glow over the gathered crowd. I stood at the top of the grand staircase, adjusting my tie for the umpteenth time, feeling a mix of anticipation and pride.Tonight was Liana's night, and I wanted everything to be perfect.Then, she appeared at the top of the stairs.She was breathtaking as always. She wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her curves and flowed gracefully as she moved. Her hair was styled elegantly, and the way she carried herself made her look like royalty. I couldn't help but let out a low whistle as I approached her."You look absolutely stunning," I said, offering her my arm.She blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Zaylen. You clean up pretty well yourself."I chuckled, leaning in closer. "I had to step up my game. Can't have anyone thinking the Alpha doesn't know how to dress."Liana laughed softly, her eyes twinkling.
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