ZAYLEN “Jord, Why is Liana ignoring me?” I asked Jordan, who was in my cabin right now, handing me a file. “By any chance, is she disgusted by the fact that I am a werewolf?” My mind went to the day she found out. Her reaction… Jordan chuckled. “Why are you being so dumb? She obviously feels embarrassed to face you after confessing her feelings to you and immediately discovering that her feelings are actually a rebound, which you yourself pointed out.” Jordan did make sense. Embarrassed. Yes, that must be it. However, was I too mean to her by pointing it out? Did it come out as rude? Maybe. I should have been nicer with her. I could’ve explained it to her properly, calmly. I ran a hand through my hair as I groaned in frustration. I hated this. I really hated hurting the people I cared about. ### I was driving on my way home, but I pushed the brakes instantly when I saw a familiar figure on the road. I got out of the car and stood in front of Liana. “Why are you walkin
LIANA As I stepped out into the crisp morning air, my mind buzzed with the events of that night. Zaylen's revelation about being a werewolf was still fresh, and the bizarre notion danced at the edge of my consciousness. But as I made my way to work, I couldn't shake the image of him transforming under the full moon's eerie glow. Attempting to dispel the lingering unease, I muttered to myself, "Zaylen is the only werewolf around, right?" The absurdity of the situation crept into my thoughts, and a nervous chuckle escaped my lips. I couldn't help but entertain the idea of everyone around me harboring a hidden side. The idea was so outlandish, so utterly impossible, that I found myself laughing aloud. "Imagine that," I mused, shaking my head at the sheer silliness of it all. Werewolves lurking in every corner, behind every desk... It was the stuff of fantasy novels, not reality. With a playful roll of my eyes, I pushed the fantastical thoughts aside and focused on the mundane ta
LIANA "Lara, is that you?" I called out, my voice tinged with disbelief as I struggled to make sense of what was happening. But there was no response, only the oppressive silence of the closet closing in around me like a vice. Panic surged through me as I pounded on the door, desperate to escape the confines of the small, windowless room. "Let me out!" I cried, my voice echoing off the walls in a futile plea for help. “Somebody, help! I am locked in here! Let me out!” But as the moments stretched into eternity, it became painfully clear that I was alone, trapped in the darkness with no way out. Fear threatened to overwhelm me when I realized I didn’t have my phone with me either. I left it on the desk! I continuously kept banging on the door, having no choice, with a hope that someone would open it for me. After a long time, which literally seemed like forever, the door burst open. I looked at the person, only to find Sara there. I rushed to her and I clung to Sara tightl
LIANA “This stupid work never ends. I hate my office — not only because of work but also because everyone I knew around me and got close to is somehow a stupid werewolf,” I grumbled as I finished packing my stuff. I was finally done with my work for the day. I swear to God, ever since this stupid ex of mine left, all his work literally landed on my desk. Zaylen meant it when he said I had to complete James’s work until he found a replacement. Ugh, why did I have to accept this job position when my department's last general manager quit without notice? If I hadn't, I wouldn't have to be working so hard right now. I prayed our HR found a replacement for James soon and that replacement would be way better than James at the job. I seriously didn't like overtime! I was about to leave when it occurred to me that Zaylen worked late almost every night, and I confirmed it when I noticed the private elevator was still on. As much as working kept my mind off of things, I really needed som
LIANA “I see,” Zaylen responded, his tone even. “Hey! I asked you something,” I grumbled. “I am not allowed to reveal them,” he said flatly. “Okay, fine. But why aren't you saying anything else? Don't you have any words of comfort?” I pressed. Closing the file, he leaned back in his chair. “I thought you just wanted to vent. I didn't realize I had to provide a response.” “Wow, so you weren't even listening,” I accused. “Oh, I heard you alright. It's hard to ignore such a loud voice,” he teased. “I'm loud? How dare you say that!” I exclaimed. “My apologies,” he said with a hint of amusement. “Hmph.” I crossed my arms against my chest, puffing my cheeks. “Your apology doesn't take back the fact you just insulted me!” He hummed, a mischievous tone to it. “Isn't it common for friends to insult each other?” My jaw dropped at his blatant comment. “Now that you're done venting, I'll get back to work.” He reached for his laptop, ready to resume his tasks, but I interrupted him. I
ZAYLEN As I parked outside Liana's place, I couldn't help but wonder why I agreed to this. I hated loud places, especially places like clubs. It was torture for a werewolf like me, who had sensitive ears. While it had its benefits for hearing low whispers and faraway sounds, it was disastrous for the high-volume ones. Besides, I wanted to relax tonight after getting back home. I would have had the house all to myself since my sister was on a business trip at the moment as well. The pounding bass and blaring music of a club were the last things I wanted to subject myself to. But there I was, waiting for Liana. She had insisted, saying, “Please give me some time to go home and get ready. I want to change into a party dress. You know, something more confident and outgoing?” Her eyes were sparkling with excitement and eagerness, and for some reason, I couldn't say no. It was kinda awe-inspiring how much Liana had changed just in a matter of a few days. I used to think she was a n
LIANA Zaylen chuckled in response to my question, his amusement evident in his voice. "No, I don't," he replied casually. A twinge of uncertainty nagged at me. "You won't be jealous?" I probed further, searching for a hint of emotion in his demeanor. "Do you want me to be?" he countered, his tone teasing. "Maybe?" I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them. He reminded me of the reason we were together, a reminder that stung more than I cared to admit. "Hey, you're supposed to get over your rebound with me," he said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "I'm trying, okay?" I retorted defensively, feeling the weight of my unresolved emotions pressing down on me. "Then go. Have a fun drink with that guy who hit on you," he urged, his words laced with resignation. I smiled, shaking my head. Despite his permission, I couldn't bring myself to leave his side. "I came here with you, remember? I think I'll stay," I said, my voice softer now, tinged with s
LIANA Zaylen and I, we both were in a cab right now. Why? Well, because we had alcohol and it wasn’t a wise decision to drive in a drunken state — even if we drank only a little bit. “Stop here,” Zaylen ordered the cab driver, who stopped instantly. I looked outside through the windshield. It wasn’t a forest or dark purple-ish otherworldly road, which I expected because of him being a werewolf. In fact, it was a typical city road. It was a similar road which was near my house. “Do you live nearby?” I asked, turning to him. He shook his head slightly. “No, but you do. So it’s time for you to leave.” Immediately, a frown appeared on my lips. “Why will I leave?” “Because we are near your house. Simple,” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. I crossed my arms against my chest. “I am not leaving. I will go with you,” I said sternly. Zaylen looked at the cab driver, who was tapping on the steering wheel, probably waiting for us to finish our talk. “T
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