Faye's POVWhat awaits me?I open the card, it reads: "Ten minutes of interaction with B, no restrictions on form."Before I could react, Leander picked me up."Ah!" I exclaim softly as he presses me down onto the sofa."Baby, how do you want it?" Leander's breathing grows heavier. He leans in close, his breath tickling my neck. "Front? Or back?"I turned over, wrapping my arms around his neck."Do what you want," I whisper.Leander smiles, responding with action.Starting from my calf, his hand slips into my pajama pants, fingers trailing sensually up my thigh, moving inward."Baby, you're already so wet?"With that, Leander spreads my legs. His member was already fully erect, pressing against me.He pulls my panties to the side, revealing everything."Look at me, Faye," he demands, turning my face towards him.This is a different Leander. He is usually bright and cheerful, but now he's dominating.The contrast makes me even more aroused.I gaze at him, and before our eyes meet, he b
Faye's POVThree days before the engagement ceremony, we arrived early at Sheffield Manor. Liam and Leander were in charge of setting up the venue, while my tasks included trying on dresses and greeting guests.Annie, the headmistress, was the first guest to arrive, much earlier than I expected.She winked at me as soon as we met. "Faye, I didn't expect to be attending your engagement ceremony so soon."I resisted the urge to run away and smiled. "Neither did I."Just then, Liam and Leander appeared."It's been a while, Headmistress Annie," Leander greeted her politely.He was no longer dressed in his usual casual attire but in a tailored suit, looking like a prince from a fairy tale. Standing next to Liam, he instantly caught Annie's attention.I stuck my tongue out at Liam playfully and went off to greet others. When I glanced back, I saw that Annie and Leander were deep in conversation, with a broad smile lighting up Annie's face.Leander always had a way of making everyone like hi
Third-Person PerspectiveThe sudden illumination in the dim hall caught everyone off guard, and they began to rub their eyes, adjusting to the abrupt brightness.“Is anyone hurt?”“Who was the attacker?!” The guests whispered among themselves, confusion and fear weaving through their murmurs.It was as if the earlier fight had been a dream, with the only trace left behind being a white mask on the ground, now marred with footprints. It wasn’t until they saw the injured Louis that the reality of the situation hit them—this was no dream.The Alpha of the Silver Moon pack had been severely wounded, and the guests were thrown into chaos. But a lingering question gnawed at everyone: Who could have inflicted such damage on an Alpha?As Liam and Leander’s vision cleared, they noticed that the fox, who had been battling them just moments ago, had vanished.“A fox, or maybe a ghost?” Leander muttered in frustration.But Liam sensed something was amiss.“Wait… Where’s Faye?!” Liam’s voice cut t
Faye's POV"Ugh..." I groaned as I slowly regained consciousness.A sharp, throbbing pain pounded in my head as if it were about to explode. I tried to move, but to my horror, I found my hands and feet securely bound. Cold, unforgiving chains dug into my skin, sending chills deep into my bones.Frantically, I tried to recall what had happened. Everything had been perfect—the guests were mingling, laughter and conversation filled the air. Then, suddenly, the lights went out, plunging the entire estate into darkness.Someone had ambushed us. The intruders surrounded the estate, and in the chaos, Louis was injured. Liam had to step up as the new Alpha of the Silver Moon pack.But what happened after that? My mind was blank.I strained my eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness around me. The air was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, a scent that tugged at something in my memory. I struggled to place it, desperate to figure out where I was.Then it hit me—the Sheffield estate, by
Faye's POV“Carl, enough!”Sibyl's voice cut through the darkness, resolute and commanding. Her face emerged from the shadows, and beneath her pointed hat, her weary but determined eyes locked onto Carl and me.She offered me a small, reassuring smile, one so familiar and warm that it made my chest tighten with emotion. I couldn't find the words; all I could do was whisper her name.“Sibyl…”She gave me a comforting look, as if to say, “Don’t be afraid.”Carl’s expression shifted drastically. “How are you here? How did you escape?”I froze. Did that mean Sibyl had been captured by the foxes?Sibyl twirled her wand casually. “Yes, it took quite an effort to get out.”Was it my imagination, or did Carl just smile?“You even managed to retrieve your hat and wand… impressive,” Carl remarked, almost as if he was complimenting her.But in the next moment, his tone darkened. “But you shouldn’t be here. This is between us foxes and the werewolves.”Sibyl’s expression grew somber, as if someth
Faye's POVSibyl’s body was hit by Carl by accident, and she collapsed on the ground, her clothes soaked in blood. Carl shifted back to human form and stood there, frozen, staring at Sibyl with pain and despair in his eyes.“Sibyl, what happened to you…” Carl’s voice trembled.He shoved me aside and cradled Sibyl in his arms.“Carl, I’m okay…” Sibyl’s voice was weak and full of pain. “But you have to stop this fight… or you’ll lose yourself…”Carl’s eyes flickered with madness as he lifted Sibyl, his face set with determination. “I won’t let you die, Sibyl! Wake up, look at me!”He then looked at Liam, eyes blazing with fury. “Liam, this is all your fault. I won’t let you get away with this!”With a roar, Carl’s body began to change. His eyes turned blood red, and a powerful, terrifying aura radiated from him. The fox spirit inside him grew even more violent.Seeing this, Sibyl coughed up blood.“Carl! Stop! You’re only making things worse for Sibyl!” I yelled at Carl, pushing aside m
Third-Person POVToday was a perfect day.The gentle spring sunlight streamed across Faye’s face as she sat by the window, holding a remote control in her hand. The television screen displayed the biggest news this week—the grand opening of the fantastical theme park, a massive, creative project that had captured global attention and was now the city’s newest landmark.Faye smiled as she watched the aerial footage of the theme park on TV, lost in her memories.“Faye, it’s almost time.” A male voice interrupted her thoughts.Faye turned around to see Andrew, dressed in a sharp suit. He looked different today, his usually wild hair tamed by gel, which gave him a more mature appearance.Andrew stood by the door, already looking every bit like the future Alpha of the werewolf pack. Faye nodded softly, stood up, and adjusted the wedding dress she was wearing.As she stepped out of the room, the fresh scent of flowers filled the air, coming from the flower arrangements set up specifically f
At two in the afternoon, the sun streamed through the window and lit up my desk.It was a gorgeous day—clear blue sky, warm sunlight. I doodled around the window frame with my pen while the teacher droned on at the front of the class, not that many people were paying attention.It was my last year of high school, and most people were buzzing about graduation.But me? I sat quietly in the back corner, just like always. Invisible. Ignored.I glanced up, catching a glimpse of the guy sitting at the front. Robert, the Alpha's son.Robert was the most popular guy in school. Every boy wanted to be his friend, and every girl—including me—was head over heels for him. He was tall, good-looking, polite, and super athletic. He led our school to victory time and time again.And on top of all that, he was going to be the next Alpha. Robert seemed perfect—strength, looks, character, abilities, you name it. It was like he was born to be the best.I quickly looked away. Next to Robert sat his girlfri
During that time, Joanna was always off somewhere, traveling by herself. No one knew where she went. She would leave for long stretches, sometimes disappearing for years, and didn’t bother checking in with anyone. Naturally, her parents freaked out, not knowing if she was safe or if something bad had happened to her.As I sat there by the water, Sasha handed me a drink. It was this weird, green liquid that I wasn’t sure about at first, but after a sip, I realized it was lemon tea, with a hint of mint. Not bad at all, really refreshing."And then?" I asked, curious about what happened next with Joanna.Sasha sighed, shaking her head like she regretted it a little. “Well, her parents eventually went to Michael's dad for help. Since Michael was good at handling this kind of stuff, his dad put him in charge of finding Joanna.”I sipped my drink again, enjoying the way the mint cooled me down from the inside. "So, Michael went after her?"Sasha looked at me with a mix of guilt and understa
Joanna might be an amazing actress, but honestly? She's not fooling me. It's like she's playing a role, trying to be someone she's not—probably because she can't stand that Michael and I are together. I could feel her trying to mess with us, but I wasn’t about to let her win. If she wanted to act, well, I could act too.The sunlight felt warm on my skin as I stood there watching her. I smiled confidently, letting Joanna see me looking totally unbothered. She dove into the water with all the grace of a fish. I had to admit, she did have an incredible body—she was rocking a white bikini that had these thin straps crisscrossing over her chest and waist, making her look like some kind of living sculpture. Even the lower half of her bikini had those same crisscrossing straps under her belly button. Honestly, it was a look.Meanwhile, Sasha was already in the water, her swimsuit much louder and flashier than Joanna's. She was wearing this fluorescent green bikini with stripes and a skirt th
Joanna’s POV“So, I’m not the kind of girl who lets a man push her around. After all that happened, I left anyway. But no matter how long I stayed away, I’d always get messages from Michael. Some of them were about family stuff, other times he’d talk about finding his mate or being engaged or something. Honestly, it was pretty confusing for me during that time.”Despite saying she was troubled, a small smile crept onto Joanna's face as if remembering something amusing.“Eventually, I figured out that all of those excuses were just Michael’s way of trying to get me to come back. There was never a fiancée or mate. It was all just a big story. So, I was a little surprised when I heard this morning that you two were mates. But, hey, you’re mates arranged by the Moon Goddess, so everything should be fine, right?”Joanna finished her little story with a bright smile, clearly satisfied with herself. But me? I was furious. My fists were clenched so tightly, I could feel my nails digging into
It wasn't until Michael had completely disappeared from view that I became aware of the unsettling stare from behind. I could feel Joanna’s eyes boring into me, but I refused to acknowledge her directly. Instead, I turned and made my way toward my room, hoping to escape the tension she brought with her presence.But, of course, Joanna just happened to be standing in my path.She wore that same infuriating smile, the one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Your relationship with Michael seems... strong. You’re quite adorable when you're with him, Cecily."Her words dripped with something—sarcasm? Malice? It was hard to tell. I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but I didn’t care to find out. I wasn’t in the mood to engage with her."I'm heading back to my room," I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible."I know I upset you yesterday, and for that, I’m truly sorry," Joanna replied, taking a step closer as if that would make her words more sincere. "I didn’t mean to offend you. Le
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
"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
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
"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,
"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