ZeldaDid Drake just kiss me?Well, he just did and then, without thinking, I did the one thing that seemed right. I kissed him back, our lips meeting in a rush of passion. We fought for dominance, our bodies pressed against each other. I lost myself at the moment, forgetting everything else.“Drake…..” I breathed deeply as his hands began to roam over my Cinderella gown. He starts to untie my dress, which clung to my heated body.In one swift breath, he kissed me again as my dress started to slide down from my body and down to my ankles and feet.He held my face firmly in one hand as he gave me a soft kiss less, and he used his other hand to slowly unbutton and bring down my trousers.The coolness of our room ignited my body as his fingers dragged along my pelvis and my upper thighs. I start to moan and toss my arms around his neck.He unclasps my bra, letting my boobs, and I let out a gasp.I felt a wave of shyness wash over me. I had never been in this situation before, and I didn'
DrakeI was about to slide my pants down when we heard a knock at the door, I let out a groan, and Zelda laughed.“Oh, come on, we've got to answer it,” she said, giving me a gentle nudge.I sighed and stood up, grumbling under my breath as Zelda covered herself with blankets.When I opened the door, my anger immediately dissipated as I took in the sight before me. A guard stood on my doorstep, his face contorted with worry. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were wide with concern.He looked at me with a pleading expression, and my heart sank. Something was clearly wrong, and I knew it must be serious. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what could be the matter. I was completely perplexed, unsure of what to do next.The guard stood there, his eyes full of pain. I waited for him to speak, but he seemed unable to find the words.“What is it?” I asked, my voice quivering. “Someone attacked the border,” he finally said, his voice shaking.I felt my heart sink into my stomach. This
ZeldaI watched Drake leave the room, his shoulders hunched and his head bowed. He looked defeated, and I could feel the tension in the air. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I would rather not push him if he didn't want to talk.I know how it feels to have someone prying into your life, and I don't want to do that to anyone else. It's a fine line to walk, wanting to help but not wanting to intrude. I let out a sigh, my mind racing.The door opened, and a maid entered, a smile on her face. “Good morning, My lady,” she said, her voice cheerful. I smiled back at her, but my legs felt sore from the night before. The memory made my face flush, and I quickly tried to push it from my mind. I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to remember. But it was hard to forget, the sensation remained fresh in my mind. I turned my attention to the maid, doing my best to focus on the present moment.I made my way to the bathroom, the maid following close behind. She helped me get ready,
ZeldaHe looked at me, confusion etched on his face. “What's wrong?” he asked, clearly concerned. “How am I supposed to train when I don't even have a wolf?” I said, my voice, rising in frustration.He took a step towards me, his eyes softening. “I know it's hard, but we will figure this out,” he said, his voice soothing.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “I hope you are right,” I said, still unsure of what the future held.He was silent for a moment, and then he spoke again. “You need to learn to fight with swords,” he said, his voice serious. I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “You can't be serious,” I replied, my laughter filling the room. He stood there, a small smile playing on his lips. “I'm earnest,” he said, his voice full of mirth. I stopped laughing, looking at him in disbelief. “You are kidding, right?” I asked, my voice laced with doubt.“No, I'm not kidding,” he said, his voice firm. “You can't rely on me to be with you all the time. You need
ZeldaAs I tried to slow my racing heart, the woman stepped in front of me, blocking my path. She looked familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I had seen her before.“Excuse me,” I said, trying to step around her. But she refused to budge, her eyes fixed on me.“Do you think you can ever be our Luna?” she said, her voice filled with disgust. I was taken aback by her words, not understanding what she was talking about.“I… I don't know what you mean,” I stammered, my heart sinking.“You can never be the Luna or queen,” she repeated, her voice full of venom. “We don't want you here.”I felt like the world was collapsing around me, my mind spinning with so many questions.“You don't have to need me,” I said, a smile on my face. “Drake wants me, and that's what matters to me.” But she just laughed, a bitter, sarcastic laugh.“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, her voice dripping with scorn. “Drake will toss you aside like a used toy.”I felt like she had punched me in the gut, the words hit
DrakeZelda's brow was furrowed, and there was a look of worry on her face. I leaned in and gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “It's nothing to worry about,” I said, my voice soothing.She managed a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Her eyes were still clouded with concern, and I could tell she was trying to hide it.“Really?” she asked, her voice uncertain. I nodded, and took her hand in mine. “Trust me,” I said, my voice gentle.“Okay,” she muttered, but I could tell she didn't quite believe me.I couldn't blame her, really. If the roles were reversed, I probably wouldn't have believed her either. But I was determined to make her see that there was nothing to worry about.“I promise, everything is fine,” I said, my tone firm.She looked up at me, her eyes searching for mine for reassurance. I held her gaze, wanting her to see the truth in my words. “Okay,” she said again, this time her voice was more sure.“By the way, you look perfect with a sword,” I said, trying to c
DrakeAs I stood there, my thoughts were a chaotic mess. I felt like someone had played a cruel joke on me, but I couldn't think of who would do such a thing. My emotions were swirling around inside me, making it hard to focus. I felt angry, confused, and a bit scared. But mostly, I just felt overwhelmed. “How am I supposed to figure all this out?” I said aloud, my voice trembling. The stress of it all was starting to get to me.Suddenly, I remembered that my beta had mentioned a note. “Where's the note?” I asked, my frustration growing. “Oh, I forgot to bring it with me,” he said, looking sheepish.“Go get it now!” I said, my voice, rising.He turned and ran out the door, and I let out a sigh of frustration. Why was everything so complicated?As I waited for my beta to return, I paced around the office, my thoughts racing. I couldn't tell if I was scared or just anxious, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.Was something bad going to happen? Or was I just overreacting? I t
DrakeI stood there, transfixed by the sight of the dead man in front of me. His blood pooled on the floor, a stark reminder of the violence that had just occurred. I tried to process what had happened, but my mind felt like a jumbled mess. What did this man's death mean? And why had he chosen to take his life rather than betray his boss? Was his boss a powerful man? A man with the power to make someone take their life rather than risk crossing him?“Search the body for any proof,” I said to my beta.“Yes, Alpha,” my beta said, his voice steady and calm. He knelt down next to the body and began to search it, looking for any clues that might help us solve this mystery. I watched, my heart still racing, as he carefully went through the man's pockets. Finally, he pulled something out. A small piece of paper, crumpled and stained with blood. I held my breath as my beta slowly unfolded it. What would it say?But when he opened it up, there was nothing written on it. Just a blank p
DrakeThree years later.I stood at the grave, my hands clutching the flowers I had brought. My kids stood beside me, their eyes fixed on the stone before them. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat. “Owen looks exactly like you,” I said, my voice quivering. “I know you're not here, but occasionally I believe you are.” I paused, my eyes hard as I looked at my kids. “He's as strong as you are. He's selfless, just like you. You would have loved him.” The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.“Sometimes it's difficult to believe that you're not here with us, that I won't ever hear your voice again or feel your touch. Sometimes I think it's all a nightmare, that I'll wake up and everything will be like it was before. But I never do. The truth is, life without you is hard. I find it hard to trust anyone, to open up to anyone. “My kids ran off, giggling as they chased each other through the grass. I got up to follow them, making sure they didn't go too far. As I walked over to whe
ZeldaNine Months Later.I looked in the mirror, my eyes drawn to the slight bulge in my belly. I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling the life within. It was a strange sensation, one that filled me with both joy and fear. I was growing, my body changing, my life changing. But I was still me, still whole. And that was all that mattered to me. I traced my fingers over my cheeks, feeling the slight swelling of my nose. Drake said I looked beautiful, but I couldn't see it. All I saw was a monster. But he loved me anyway.He still wasn't happy that I was keeping the pregnancy, but I knew in my heart that this was the right decision. I wanted to have this child, to give Drake the heir he deserved. He might not have needed it, but the pack did. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenge ahead. I could do this. I could be strong for both myself and my child. I placed my hand on my stomach again, feeling the flutter of new life within. And I smiled.The door to my room burst o
ZeldaI couldn't tell how long I'd been unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, my head was pounding. I struggled to sit up, but someone helped me, supporting my weight. I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Drake. His expression was unreadable, and I was unable to remember the last time he had smiled. “Where's my family?” I asked, my voice breaking. I was afraid of the answer. “The doctor had asked that we give you some space,” he said. I nodded, my mind racing. He was staring at me with a strange look in his eyes, and I knew something was wrong. “What is it?” I asked, my heart in my throat. “Nothing,” he said, his voice monotone. I knew he was lying. We'd known each other for too long. He knew I could see right through him. I waited, the silence weighing on me like a heavy blanket. “Just tell me,” I said, my voice shaking. He let out a long sigh. “You're pregnant,” he said, his voice low and serious. My jaw dropped, and I looked down at my stomach. “I thought about what the
ZeldaI heard footsteps approaching, and my heart leapt into my throat. A guard appeared, a limp body slung over his shoulder. He dropped the body on the floor, and I held my breath, dreading what I would see. The guard stood back, his face pale. “He's dead,” he said, his voice flat. I forced myself to take a step forward, my knees shaking. I knelt beside the body, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch it. I pulled back the blood-stained cloak, revealing the face of Jake.“Jake, the Fierce,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Don't do this. You can't leave like this.” I reached out to touch his cold cheek, my hands shaking. I looked down at him, my heartbreaking as I took in his broken body. “Please… please don't go.” I cradled his body in my arms, my tears falling like rain.My mother rushed to my side, her arms wrapping around me. “Shh, my dear. Be strong,” she murmured. Drake stood in front of me, his eyes hard and unyielding. His arms were crossed behind his back, hi
ZeldaI felt Jake's hand slip from my grasp, and I heard a sickening thud as he hit the rocks below. I wanted to believe he was still alive, but I knew it was a futile hope. I sank to my knees, my eyes fixated on the jagged cliff that loomed before me. “Jake! Jake! Jake!” I heard Drake’s voice as he called out, but the only response was the echo of his own voice. Desperately, Drake yelled again, his voice hoarse and cracking. But there was no reply, only a heavy silence. I turned to Drake, his expression unreadable. “Let's go,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with grief. “No!” I cried, shaking my head. “We have to find him! We have to save him!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't accept that he was gone. Drake took my face in his hands, his eyes filled with sadness. “He's dead, Zelda,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I'm so sorry.” I shook my head, refusing to accept that Jake was gone, and then I freed myself from hi
Zelda“Help!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with fear. My claws were digging into the wall, my muscles straining as I fought to stay in place. But I could feel myself slipping, and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My eyes darted to the ground below, my heart racing as I thought of the fate that awaited me if I fell. I heard the guards. Drake and Jake were shouting, but I was unable to make out what they were saying. I closed my eyes, my mind spinning as I tried to find a way out of this.I howled in desperation, the sound tearing from my throat. “Zelda!” I heard Drake call, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. I opened my eyes, straining to see him through the darkness. He was standing on the edge of the cliff, his arms outstretched toward me. But it was no use. I was too far away, the space between us was too great. “I can't reach you, Drake,” I cried, my voice cracking. He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “Just try, Zelda,” he said, his voice shaking.I strugg
ZeldaDesperate, I reached out with my mind, trying to connect with Drake. To my relief, I felt him there, his mind close and receptive. I tried to send him to our location, hoping he could understand my message. Suddenly, I felt his presence grow stronger. He was coming, and he was coming fast. I sent him another message, pleading with him to hurry. He responded, his mind filled with a sense of urgency and determination.Cindy's wolf was impossibly fast, making it difficult for me to shift into my wolf form. I heard a loud growl in the distance, and my heart leapt. I knew that growl, that deep, angry sound. It was Drake, coming to save me. I just had to hold on until he got here. But I could feel my strength waning, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I had to find a way to keep myself safe, and quickly.Suddenly, Cindy's wolf stopped, her ears perked up and her body tensed. I could tell she had heard Drake, too. She turned to face him, her tail low and her eyes blazing with hat
ZeldaThe cold water stung my face, jolting me into consciousness. I squinted against the bright light, my eyes taking a moment to adjust. I could feel my wrists and ankles bound, my body aching with the strain of being tied up. My head pounded, a dull ache spreading from the base of my skull. As I took stock of my surroundings, I noticed that I was in a small stone room, the only light coming from a small window high above my head. The room was bare, save for a single wooden chair in the corner.The last thing I remembered was a sudden, blinding pain as something hit me on the head. Now, here I was, tied up and at the mercy of Cindy, a woman who had always been a pest in my life.“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice cracking with fear. Cindy's smirk only widened, her dark eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, you know what you did,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. I tried to think of what I could have done to make her so angry, but my mind was blank.“We were friends, C
Zelda“My lady,” a voice called from behind me, making me jump. I turned around to see a maid standing there, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. “Your room is ready,” she said, her tone deferential. “How many miles is it from here to Cindy's grandmother's house?” I asked, my voice betraying my anxiety. The maid hesitated, then said, “I do not know, my lady.” I felt a wave of frustration, but I bit my tongue. “Thank you,” I said, my tone cool.I pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the moonlight. With a weary sigh, I let my shoulders slump. “My lady,” the maid said, “I hope you find the room to your liking.” I nodded my thanks, too tired to speak. She left me alone, and I entered the room, closing the door behind me. I sank onto the bed, its softness enveloping me. The silence was broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, and I closed my eyes, my thoughts swirling.I felt my blood boil as I thought of what that woman had d