LIANAI was waiting in a five-star restaurant, wearing a stupid fancy dress.Today was the day I was supposed to meet my dad, and I couldn't shake the sense of dread that accompanied his arrival. He always wanted me to look up to our standards, and according to him, a nice lady from a well-off family should wear dresses.He always used to get mad at me for going out in jeans and tops back when I was in high school. I had to dress up like a mature lady—all posh and pristine. But I have to say, I did earn a lot of compliments for my elegant fashion sense.Even now, I still dressed elegantly, but their point was to be comfortable, not look loaded.“So you couldn’t get a bigger table? Table for two only? A corner one at that?” I heard my dad’s voice and lifted up my gaze to look at him. His honey brown eyes squinted in disappointment as he pulled a chair to sit in front of me. This was Maves Clarins — my so-called father and to summarize: a terror.“It was a last-minute call, so they onl
LIANAMy dad's unexpected question about James caught me off guard. "James? Oh, we are not together anymore," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral despite the surge of bitterness that rose within me.Dad furrowed his brows. "Why was he pestering me a couple of weeks ago?"I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the mere mention of James. "He cheated on me," I admitted, my voice tight with resentment."What? Why are you so dumb, Liana? How could you not catch on?" Dad's disapproval rang loud and clear in his words.I bristled at his criticism. "How did you not catch on that Mom was cheating on you?" I retorted, unable to hold back my frustration any longer.His expression darkened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "What are you talking about? How do you know this?" he demanded.I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. "Lara told me," I confessed, watching as his features contorted with a mixture of disbelief and rage.“That snitch!” Dad muttered under his
LIANA"Where do you want to go?" Zaylen asked as we settled into his car."How about going on a long drive and then off to the beach?" I suggested, already relishing the idea of my first day of official freedom.Zaylen grinned at the suggestion. "Sounds perfect to me," he agreed, starting the engine and pulling out onto the open road.As we cruised along in his convertible, the wind tousling our hair and the music blaring from the speakers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.It was like shedding all the weight of my worries and obligations with every passing mile.Zaylen glanced over at me, concern etched on his face. "How is your wound?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.I furrowed my brow in confusion. "What wound?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.“That wound on the back of your shoulder,” Zaylen reminded me. "Oh, it is healed," I assured Zaylen with a casual shrug."What? So fast?" he exclaimed, genuine surprise evident in his voice."Yep," I confirmed with
LIANAAs we reached the beach, I couldn't contain my excitement. Without a second thought, I kicked off my heels and dashed towards the sand, feeling the soft grains beneath my feet. Zaylen followed closely behind, his laughter ringing out behind me."Liana, wait for me!" Zaylen called out, his voice tinged with amusement as he jogged after me.But I couldn't help myself; the ocean beckoned, its siren song irresistible. "Come on, Zaylen! The water feels amazing!" I shouted back. Before he could catch up, I was already wading into the water, the cool waves lapping at my ankles.Soon, Zaylen joined me in the water."You do remember we didn't bring extra clothes, right? So we can't exactly get wet," he reminded me, a teasing glint in his eyes.But I couldn't let practicalities dampen my mood. "Please, I'm enjoying my freedom. Don't put restrictions on me today! I will worry about the dress later," I insisted, flashing him a mischievous grin before splashing water in his direction.“F
ZAYLENLiana and I were laying on the sand together under the vast expanse of the night sky. We were star-gazing together silently.All of a sudden, Liana shifted closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. “It’s peaceful, isn’t it?” she mumbled.I just hummed. I couldn’t voice out anything in response as I felt my heartbeat fastening at our closeness. Why was Liana’s touch affecting me like that?I was pretty sure she could hear my heart hammering in my chest, but she didn’t say anything. She was really calm, as if none of this was affecting her, meanwhile I was ready to go crazy.Realizing I was staring at her, I shifted my gaze on the sky. The stars were twinkling brightly tonight.For a moment, I found myself lost in the peacefulness of the moment. It was as if time itself had slowed down. I wished this could last forever. Me lying here, with Liana — watching the sky.No, Zaylen, stop! Wanting to not think about this anymore, I tried to focus on the stars, but my attention
ZAYLENNope. Not possible.I couldn’t like Liana. She was a human, and I was a werewolf! It was simply impossible. It was a disastrous forbidden love waiting to happen.Nope, I was not going to go through that route.Suddenly, I realized that I forgot to remind Liana about something. So I took out my phone and texted her. Zaylen: Don’t forget to take a warm shower as soon as possible, okay? You were in cold water for too long today.Liana saw my text and replied instantly.Liana: Aye, aye, boss!I chuckled at her text and started driving back home. The song which Liana had put on loop was still playing. My fingers were tapping along to the beat of the song playing in the background. Despite it being one of those tunes Liana loved, and I used to hate, I found myself smiling the entire way home.I was really engrossed with Liana’s thoughts. I tried not to think about what my feelings meant and decided to just focus on the happy memories I made with Liana today. It was like a sweet
ZAYLENAs I arrived at Liana's place the next morning with breakfast in hand, I braced myself for the conversation ahead. Sitting across from her at the table, I took a deep breath before broaching the topic."Liana, as I said to you last night over the call. I… " I began, my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest.Liana looked up from her plate, her expression incredulous. "You want me to find you a perfect date for you?" she asked, disbelief coloring her tone.I nodded, my gaze earnest. "Yes, because I need to find my Luna before the next full moon."Her eyes widened in shock. "What? That's in ten days!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with concern."I know," I replied simply, a sense of urgency weighing heavily on my shoulders."How can we find your Luna in that time when you haven't found her in 27 years?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration just like the elders of my Pack.I feigned hurt, placing a hand over my chest dramatically. "Ouch, but okay," I con
ZAYLENThose fingers… running through my hair… I gulped at that thought. Focus, Zaylen, I chided myself inwardly, realizing what I was thinking. I tore my gaze away, a flush creeping up my neck as I tried to shake off the distracting thoughts. “Zaylen, I need more information about you. Like your date of birth and all,” she said to me.I started to tell her all the required information as she filled up everything. When it was time to fill up the bio, she asked me, “Your Luna has to be a werewolf too, right?” I nodded instantly as she further inquired, “So how do we specify you are a werewolf?” I pursed my lips, thinking for a while before a suggestion appeared in my mind. “Just write from Darkwood. If they know, then they know.” “Good idea,” she chirped before typing again. “Are you done with this silly thing?” I finally let out, and she frowned, shifting her gaze to me.“Silly thing? I am fixing your messed up life!” she defended. A subtle smile appeared on my lips. “That yo
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