ZAYLENI hesitated, my mind filled with a thousand scenarios, none of them good. But still, I knew I had to go. I gave Liana a small nod, appreciating her support, and walked towards the hospital room where Ryan waited. She stayed outside, giving me a reassuring smile before I opened the door.Inside, Ryan looked calmer now, but he still maintained a noticeable distance, facing the window, watching the quiet rain. "You came back," he greeted, his voice even. "You got that bandaged, huh? Did you need stitches?" he asked, gesturing towards my head."Why are you asking that?" I replied, my voice sharper than I intended, each word laced with the frustration and confusion swirling inside me.Ryan scoffed, a sound filled with frustration and regret. He turned around and faced me. "I am sorry for hitting you. I got angry when you asked why I had to wake up from the coma and why I didn't just die."The memory of my words stung. A lump formed in my throat, and I fought to keep my voice stea
ZAYLENThe next day, as I approached Edgar’s manor, the air was thick with the heady scent of pine and damp earth. The Calyz pack’s territory was lush and dense, a far cry from the rugged landscapes I was expecting. My heart thudded in my chest, a rhythmic reminder to stay calm. I had to remind myself that this was just another conversation, albeit with a snobby Alpha who thought far too highly of himself.The guards at the entrance eyed me with suspicion, their eyes narrowing as I walked past them. I gave them a nod, trying to appear nonchalant, even though my insides felt like they were tied in knots.“Zaylen,” Edgar greeted me as I entered. He was lounging on a large, ornate chair that looked like it had been plucked straight from some medieval castle. His tone was laced with condescension, his eyes scanning me as if I were something he’d scraped off his boot. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Edgar,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I wanted to check in, see how things are going for
ZAYLENI stayed quiet, trying to keep my blood from boiling as the whispers swirled around the room. Liana sat beside me, her face a mask of concern and frustration.“What happened?” she asked softly, leaning closer. “Why didn’t you negotiate with Edgar?”“What he asked for was unreasonable,” I replied, my voice tight with barely contained anger.“You should have given it to him, no matter how unreasonable. You know how messy it can get,” she insisted, her eyes pleading.“Let it be messy,” I said, my jaw clenched. There was no point in her knowing what that bastard asked for.“Zaylen, you can’t be serious,” she whispered urgently.“I know what I’m doing, Liana,” I responded, my tone more confident than I felt.“Hey—” she began, but I cleared my throat, cutting her off.“Hello, everybody,” I said, raising my voice to address the room. “We are here to discuss the finalization of marriage between werewolves who aren’t mates—”One of the elders, Elder Matthias, interrupted, his gaze sharp
ZAYLENI took a deep breath, my hands resting on the conference table. The room was filled with murmurs and uneasy glances, the air thick with tension. Ryan's voice boomed through the room. "What are you people doing, humiliating my son like this?" His presence was commanding, his voice dripping with authority and disdain.Everyone stood up, their faces pale with fear. Even after all these years, Ryan still had that effect on people. He had been a terror to the pack, a force to be reckoned with, and his sudden appearance now only added to the chaos."You are such a pushover, Zaylen," he scolded, his eyes boring into mine. "Why are you letting them spew such nonsense?"I felt a wave of confusion crash over me as he came to stand beside me. What the hell was he doing here? People began to crowd around him, bombarding him with questions. "How are you, Ryan?”“Are you good?” “When did you wake up from the coma?"“The coma took such a toll on you. You are almost all bones!”“But still,
ZAYLENIt all clicked into place. Of course, it would be Liana who would do this for me. She had always been my rock, my anchor in the storm. The realization filled me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for her.Ryan looked at me, his expression softer than I had ever seen it. "Your Luna, she is a good woman. She reached out to me, told me what was happening. I couldn't just stay away after that."I took a deep breath, my emotions swirling. "Liana... She did this?"Ryan nodded. "Yes. She cares about you, Zaylen. She wanted to make sure you were okay."A lump formed in my throat, the weight of Liana's love and support hitting me hard. I felt a deep sense of gratitude for her, knowing she would go to such lengths to protect me.Ryan's voice broke through my thoughts. "Zaylen, I want to apologize. Sincerely. For everything. I know I wasn't a good father or leader. And I'm sorry. I won't be back again. I've cleared everything up, as I should have long ago."I looked at him,
LIANAA few days later, the entire pack was abuzz with the news. Jordan and Sara had just announced their wedding, and the commotion it stirred was palpable. I could hear the murmurs and whispers as I walked through the pack house, the tension almost tangible in the air.I made my way to the common area, where a large group had gathered. Jordan stood beside Sara, his arm protectively around her waist, as they faced the curious and, at times, judgmental eyes of our pack members."Are you serious, Jordan?" one of the elders, Sophia, spoke up, her tone incredulous. "You, the Beta, marrying a non-mate? Even with the new law, it's... unprecedented."Jordan squared his shoulders, his jaw set with determination. "Yes, Sophia, I am serious. Sara and I love each other. The law was changed to reflect the freedom of choice, and we're choosing each other."Sara looked around nervously, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to convey my support."But Jor
LIANAAs the workday came to a close, I gathered my things, my thoughts drifting to Zaylen. The stress of the day still clung to me, but I knew just seeing him would lighten my mood. I made my way to his office, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.When I reached his door, I peeked my head in quietly, not wanting to disturb him if he was deep in thought. His chair was turned away from me, and I could see him engrossed in his work, his broad shoulders tense with concentration. A mischievous idea sparked in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile.I tiptoed into the room, careful to keep my movements silent. As I got closer, I held my breath, ready to surprise him. Just as I reached him, he suddenly spun his chair around, catching me off guard. I lost my balance and ended up falling right into his lap with a surprised yelp.Zaylen's arms wrapped around me instinctively, pulling me close. His eyes sparkled with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. "Caught you," he teased, hi
LIANAI paced around my living room, my mind still reeling from what I had overheard at the office. A secret society? Agents? The words kept echoing in my head, a mystery begging to be unraveled. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was important, that it was something we needed to know about.I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Jordan's number. He was Beta of the pack, and if anyone knew about the ins and outs of our world, it would be him. With a deep breath, I hit the call button.After a few rings, he picked up. "Liana, what's up?""Hey, Jordan," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I wanted to ask you something.""Sure, shoot."I took a deep breath. "Is there anyone in the pack, or maybe in the werewolf community, who keeps tabs on... everything going on? Like, someone who monitors all the weird stuff, secret organizations, that kind of thing?"There was a pause on the other end of the line, and when Jordan spoke again, his tone was cautiou
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