I could faintly hear footsteps and people talking around me, their voices echoing through my muddled mind. I was trying as much as I could not to fall completely unconscious, even though I felt utterly helpless.My dress was taken off, and I was being positioned properly. With a sense of desperation consuming me, I prayed in silence,"Dear moon goddess, please help me, save me."A few minutes later, darkness took over, and I passed out.I felt dizzy when I woke up. Gradually, I recognized that I was in a big room with a huge window and a blossom on the edge of the bed where I lay. This is not what the hotel room I paid for looked like.“my goodness, where is this?” I whispered, panic rising. I noticed I was fully naked.“My goodness, was I assaulted last night?” I muttered, tears already falling from my eyes. I didn’t even know what they had done to me.I looked at the other end of the room and saw tripods and cameras. “What? I was recorded!” I shouted, my voice trembling with shock a
I had been working all week, pouring myself into the production room with designers to meet a crucial client's project deadline. Most days, I left the house very early and came back very late, often working overnight.This relentless schedule meant I hadn't bumped into anyone, and my interactions were limited to quick exchanges at work.My phone beeped, breaking my concentration. Glancing at the screen, I saw a pop-up message: “Our hero saved you from my men, but the next one you’re not going to escape. I assure you, you won’t be saved by anyone.”I flinched, feeling a chill run down my spine. How did they get my private contact? I opened the message to view the sender, but it was tagged as unknown. Panic set in, and I quickly called Rita.“Hey babe, what’s up?” Rita said from the other end, her voice cheerful.“I just sent you a screenshot. I got a threatening message. What should I do?” I asked, my voice trembling.“First, calm down. It's the first time, right? We just have to be m
The message haunted me. The words echoed in my mind: "Our hero saved you from my men, but the next one you’re not going to escape it, I assure you, you won’t be saved by anyone."Who could have done this to me? And who was the hero that saved me? These questions were continually running in my mind and distracting me from my work. I stayed at work at my desk and the usual productivity and noise of the office surrounded me, while inside, I was alone in my worry and despair. Tightly biting my lip, I tried to read the message again, but the light of the computer made me blink.I have actually shared the screenshot with Rita but that was of no consolation as the feeling of the inner worm gnawing at my guts would not go away. My thoughts went through the list of possible culprits. Maybe it was someone from the industry, who saw me do well and they had jealousy in their heart. For years, I had created some influential rivals who did not like my position in the fashion industry.I had been v
I noticed that Owen was very quiet during the time we were heading to school. The regular bubbling with stories of dinosaurs and space adventures was replaced by a silence that looked far too profound for a three-year-old boy.I looked back at him in the rearview mirror, he was attached to the window, his tiny face as blank as the landscape outside seemed to be to him. There was an obvious worry in his mind and I for one felt sad to see him in that state. “What’s up buddy, what's going on in that little head of yours?” I pretended to be excited just to encourage him to open up to me. Owen looked at me, and those large blue beautiful eyes he had were teary and it broke my heart to see it.“It’s nothing, Mother,” he whispered, but I knew there was more than that. “Would you like to speak to your friends today?” I asked him expecting him to open up and tell me something. He shrugged, and I felt my despair deepening. Owen loved school. He loved his friends and his teacher, Ms. Maureen
Moonlight Pack Hannah's POV "Don't touch me, and go wash those dirty hands." I heard my son, Jasper, yelling at Dina, one of the pack maids who was trying to help him with his breakfast. "You don't speak like that to your elders, Son," Landen said, trying to caution him. "Oh, please, Father, she's just my maid." Jasper's response made me laugh out loud from where I stood. I had taught him well. Jasper must always know he is superior to everyone in this pack, except for me and Landen. "What do you mean, Son? Do you realize the maids and guards are also people like us?" Landen tried again, his tone firm but weary. "They were only born into the wrong families," Landen said, looking down at his three-year-old son while he worked on his breakfast. "Yes, we were born to rule; they were born to serve us and bow to us, Father," he responded, putting a little cake in his mouth elegantly, just as he had been taught. "You..." "That's correct, my darling. They were born to s
HANNAH’S POVThe sun’s golden warmth warmed the Moonlight Pack’s extensive mansion, its beams filtering through lengthy windows and revealing dust motes twirling in the air. I was standing at the threshold of Annabeth’s previous room where the door made a creaking sound as it opened.This room was like a museum of the past, untouched and maintained in such a way that sent cold shivers down my spine. It felt like her spirit remained here haunting my entire life as well as all corners of this house.“Get rid of everything,” I ordered the maids keeping my voice indifferent and authoritarian. “I want this room cleared out completely.”The maids Dina and Lila looked at each other hesitantly before finally nodding their heads to show that they agreed to do what I had asked them to. They went about it gingerly, almost fearful of disturbing those memories that were imprinted on these walls.When they began putting away Annabeth’s clothes, trinkets, and personal belongings acquired over time,
Hannah's POVWith all of Annabeth's stuff packed up into boxes and ready to be carried off and stashed somewhere out of sight, I stood in the now-cleared room. The brief sense of fulfillment I had was swiftly succeeded by the empty sting of realizing that Landen's heart remained bound to the past in spite of my best attempts.In an attempt to center myself, I inhaled deeply. The sun was nearly sinking, creating lengthy shadows on the floor as it streamed through the windows. It was almost nightfall.The maids had just completed cleaning, and their tense looks at me reminded me of the stress that had been in the home ever since Landen lost his cool.The door to the room opened as I was ready to go, and Landen stepped in. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of determination and something else I couldn't quite place. I straightened, preparing myself for another confrontation."Hannah," he said, his voice surprisingly calm. "We need to talk."I crossed my arms, my eyes narrowing slig
Hannah's POVThe cityscape of Shadow Pack loomed ahead as we touched down, its sprawling skyline a mix of glass and steel. I felt a rush of determination, ready to prove my worth as Luna and help Landen secure this crucial deal for the Moonlight Pack. However, the excitement was short-lived.Jasper had been unusually quiet during the flight, his normally vibrant energy subdued. As soon as we stepped off the plane, he clung to me, his little face pale and clammy. My heart pounded with worry."Landen, something's wrong with Jasper," I said, my voice tinged with panic.Landen turned, his eyes widening as he saw our son. Without a word, he scooped Jasper up and we hurried to the waiting car. The driver sped through the city streets, weaving through traffic with urgency.We arrived at the hospital within minutes. The medical staff acted swiftly, ushering us into an examination room. I had a hard time even swallowing while I stood there, my hands shaking watching them do something to Jasper