"I can't just pretend nothing happened, especially after my wolf reacted the way it did." I shrugged, trying to stay calm. "I need to know, Michael. I'd rather hear it from you than find out through Sasha."Michael hesitated, his brown eyes locked on mine as if weighing his options. I held his gaze, determined to get the truth. If he wanted honesty between us, he needed to practice it too."Okay," he muttered, running his hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. "She's... a friend."A friend? Joanna's behavior toward Michael was far from friendly. It was passionate, intense—nothing like the casual interactions between Sasha and him. I took a deep breath and asked the question I had been avoiding but couldn't ignore any longer."An ex-girlfriend?"Michael's expression stiffened. He didn’t nod, but he didn’t shake his head either. Silence hung between us, thick and heavy. I knew the truth was coming, but it didn’t make the waiting any easier. If Michael wanted me to be honest with
"Oh god, absolutely not," Michael exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. "Yes, we had a relationship in the past, but we broke up a long time ago. Joanna came by a few times after that, but it wasn’t for me. She had business with Samuel and others. I was too busy to even notice when she came or left. But I swear, Cecily, nothing happened between us after we ended things."I turned to face him, my mind clouded with uncertainty. Should I believe him? Jealousy burned inside me, poisoning my thoughts. The mere idea of him being intimate with Joanna made my skin crawl."My little wolf," Michael's voice softened as he lifted my chin gently. His expression was tinged with regret. "If you want me to apologize for my past, I can. But remember, I’ve lived a long life, Cecily. I’m not a saint—I’ve had relationships, felt emotions, just like anyone else. But if you're blaming me for something more than that, it's unfair. I’ve never been in two relationships at the same time. When I met you,
The night had ended in a comfortable silence, with both of us content in each other's presence. By the time I had finished my tasks, Michael was still seated at his desk, absorbed in a pile of paperwork. His brow furrowed in concentration, and I didn’t have the heart to disturb him, nor did I want to leave his side. So, I watched him, feeling the steady calm he radiated.Before I knew it, I had dozed off in the warm cocoon of the study, lulled by the scent of Michael that filled the room. It wasn’t long before I felt someone gently lift me. I knew it was Michael, and feeling safe in his arms, I allowed myself to drift deeper into sleep.When I finally woke up, the morning light was already creeping in through the curtains. My body felt well-rested and refreshed. At some point during the night, I had been changed into my pajamas, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Michael had been the one to wash and dress me while I slept. A small smile tugged at my lips at the thought.I glanced to my
"Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast, or should I bring it up to you?" Michael asked, his voice soft and tender. As he spoke, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, the closeness between us undeniable.I found myself smiling at Michael, wondering how I hadn’t fully appreciated this side of him before. I had always been so caught up in our arguments, his domineering ways, and the battles for control that I had somehow missed these moments where he could be... sweet. The realization washed over me—there was more to him than the arrogance and possessiveness I had been focusing on. If I allowed myself to let go of the tension between us, there was an undeniable pleasure in being with him.“I’d like to go downstairs to eat,” I replied with a soft smile, feeling more at ease than I had in a while.We walked down the stairs together, and I found myself momentarily at peace. But as we descended, my mind wande
Joanna's giggle echoed through the room, its beauty contrasting with the venomous intent behind it. Her voice was as sweet as a siren’s, but I could feel the malicious undertones. "Former friends, Sasha? That's not quite accurate. Michael and I were more than friends."I knew Joanna was up to no good. I had seen it in her eyes the moment I met her. Whatever her goal was—whether to make me jealous, provoke anger, or worse—I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.She turned her gaze toward Michael, who remained focused on his coffee cup, now almost empty. He hadn’t acknowledged her presence, which gave me some comfort, but Joanna wasn’t finished. "If you two are truly mates," she said, her voice dripping with false innocence, "may I ask, was it the Moon Goddess who arranged this, or did Michael choose you?"Her question cut deep, even though it was wrapped in a seemingly casual tone. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf surging with rage. Joanna was impl
Faye's POVI looked out of the airplane window. Below the white clouds, the endless coastline sparkled like silk in the sunlight. That's where I was about to land, a warm and leisurely paced city.Before I departed, the Headmistress of the orphanage told me, "You'll surely love everything about this place, Faye. There's sunshine, a coastline, citrus trees, and most importantly, your mother and her new home."Indeed, my mother lived here, in the largest werewolf pack in Santan State - the Silver Moon Pack. She was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.While the plane was taxiing down the runway, my heart also surged with emotions. I was about to meet my mother, and nervousness began to creep in.This was the closest time I had been to the concept of "home" in my 17 years. Although I always referred to the friends and teachers at the orphanage as my family, over the years, my "home" had been constantly changing. When I was young, I witnessed my friends being found by their biological parent
Faye's POVI stared at the back of that man in a daze. My phone rang again at that moment. I suddenly realized that after the accident, I hadn't checked my phone. I answered the call, and it was the voice of Headmistress Annie."Hi, what's up, Headmistress?""Faye, I have good news!"What? Good news? I wasn't excited at all. What could it be? I pondered with boredom. Could someone be willing to sponsor my university education? Other than that, I didn't know what else could qualify as "good news" for me at that point.I feigned excitement to go along with Annie, even though I didn't really care about what the good news was. Annie exclaimed excitedly, "Faye, your biological mother has found you! Where are you now? Come back quickly. We have a lot to prepare!"WAIT!"Annie, please say that again!" I could barely hold my phone, my hands trembling heavily. Wasn't I abandoned? Why would my biological mother suddenly appear?Annie explained, "There seems to have been a misunderstanding, but
Faye's POVHe's the one who helped me that day at Uncle Simon's café! But wait! Something's different! He's not the man who saved me; he's the man I met outside the café!"You bumped into me," I rubbed my shoulder.Those blue eyes stared at me calmly. "I'm sorry, but I need to correct you. We bumped into each other. Besides, I think you should take more responsibility than me..." His gaze shifted to my phone. "You were walking with your head down, looking at your phone."Under his stern gaze, I felt a blush rising from my neck. My face began to heat up, but I didn't want to give in. "Alright, you're right, I apologize to you. But you should apologize to me too. You hurt me.""Sorry. If you're in pain, I can take you to the hospital after I find the person I'm looking for."Unexpectedly, this man, though serious, had a good attitude.Was he here to pick someone up? I instinctively looked down and noticed he was holding a sign. Now, the sign is stained with coffee.Wait, that name... it