Emory stood up quickly. Her steps were hurried as she moved towards the bedside table. Then she realised that her suspicions were correct—the person who had contacted her the night before was indeed Jaxon.A warm feeling of happiness spread through Emory's heart, which had been frozen in painful memories, flowing gently like the light of a full moon illuminating the dark night. She reached for the phone, then realised her fingers were trembling.Emory didn't answer the call immediately. Instead, she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself, not thinking about Aretha's death. Then she finally picked up the phone. "Hello, Jaxon.""Hello, Emory."Jaxon's voice broke every invisible chain that had bound Emory. All her tension vanished instantly.A wistful smile appeared on Emory's face. She had just realised another truth—she hadn't just fallen in love with Jaxon. She had loved him. More than that, she needed him more than she had ever imagined. Jaxon could soothe her with just h
The club manager pressed his lips tightly together, his expression one of uncontrollable confusion. A strange feeling weighed on his mind, causing him to lean against the reception desk. His arms crossed over his chest, he rubbed his chin occasionally, while the toe of his shoe tapped the floor intermittently. He found a comfortable position that allowed him to stand and keep an eye on the view across the lobby."Ahem." The club manager cleared his throat rhythmically, then shook his head. "Do you see that? Don't you think her behaviour is odd?"The receptionist lifted her head, following the direction of the club manager's gaze. "Oh! You mean Miss Lacey and Mr Damian?""Yes," the club manager nodded, squinting suspiciously. His eyes reflected his doubt. "Look closer. They've been sitting together for half an hour without saying a word. They don't even make eye contact. Isn't that strange? I mean, we can easily guess the relationship between Mr Jaxon and Miss Emory, but why do their p
Now the full moon was no longer the only thing Jaxon liked to look at. There was Emory's face, which had become the gravitational centre of his eyes. It wasn't just her beauty, though it was the most breathtaking thing in the world to him—it was so much more than that.Jaxon felt that Emory possessed countless charms and allures that he couldn't begin to list—whether it was the soft curve of her cheeks, the delicate colour of her lips, or even her long, fluttering eyelashes. He was completely mesmerised, as if bewitched, and couldn't look away. He kept his eyes on Emory, his heart swelling with joy.There was no tiredness. Boredom was impossible. Jaxon thought he could spend an eternity just looking at her.Jaxon was mesmerised. In an unexpected moment, when their eyes met by chance, he realised that Emory's eyes were one of the most hypnotic things about her. He felt a warmth in them, like the gentle glow of a small fire that refused to die—a light more than enough to illuminate the
It was shaping up to be a good morning for Myles. His peaceful sleep was interrupted by the ringing of his telephone. He stirred, muttering incoherently, intending to ignore the call. But a second ring came almost immediately.Myles growled. He lifted his head from the pillow, irritation etched into his face. "Can't I get some peace and quiet in this palace? Why does something always have to disturb me?"Realising that the caller might not stop until the call was answered, Myles reluctantly gave up the idea of continuing his sleep. He rolled over to the right side of the bed, reached for the bedside table and grabbed his mobile phone.Myles blinked several times, trying to focus his eyes to read the caller ID. "Gus?" It took him a second to recognise the name, and then his eyes widened in realisation. "Oh, Gus!"His sleepiness vanished instantly. Myles sat up on the bed, his heartbeat quickening. He figured Gus wouldn't call unless it was something important.Myles answered the call a
As much as possible, Emory avoided drawing attention to herself. She had reminded herself time and again to remain composed. She didn't want to reveal any changes in her behaviour, even though spending time with Jaxon had made her heart flutter. Happiness flooded her soul and made her want to smile endlessly.Emory knew it was going to be a challenge. After a week of suppressing her longing to finally meet him, their reunion was bound to bring back countless fond memories. Everything was just as she had imagined. Jaxon had missed her too, and the time they had spent together had only deepened and strengthened their love.Fortunately, fate granted Emory her wish—to keep her joy from becoming too obvious. Ironically, it did so in the most disgusting way.Emory froze. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Myles flirting with Denise. Behind him, Fernanda and Lacey stood still, uncomfortable expressions on their faces, as if they could already see the chaos that was about to unfold.Emory moved qui
A sudden silence gripped the atmosphere. For a moment, no one spoke, no one uttered a word. Emory didn't react immediately. She didn't answer, she just stared at Fernanda with a shocked expression she couldn't hide. The question—so direct, so unexpected—sent her thoughts into a tailspin. Emory’s mouth opened, but her tongue felt tied. Emory was at a loss for words. She couldn't utter a single response to Fernanda. She tried to formulate an answer, but every word she put together slipped away like grains of sand falling through her fingers.Moments passed and Emory took a deep breath. She tried to compose herself, to reassure herself that all was well. Especially when she noticed Fernanda's lack of reaction to her surprise. Fernanda's calm demeanour gave her hope that it was just a casual question. "Am I in love with anyone?" Instead of answering, Emory repeated Fernanda's question with a smile. "Oh, Fernanda. How can you joke so early in the morning? You know, right? I haven't had
Denise's smile widened. She seemed pleased that Fernanda was sharing her thoughts. So, she didn't want to waste the moment.Denise thought there couldn't be a better time than now. She and Fernanda were in her room, just the two of them. There was no third party to overhear their conversation.Denise cleared her throat briefly, then stood up. She decided to move to the sofa, closer to Fernanda. "Actually, there's something I want to tell you, Watcher." Fernanda noticed Denise's unusual behaviour. She immediately asked, "What do you want to tell me?" "It's about Luna," Denise said with a serious look on her face. She bit her lower lip briefly, as if choosing her words carefully. "You might think I'm crazy, but I have the feeling that Luna is in a relationship with someone."Of all the things Denise could have brought up, Fernanda had to admit that this wasn't a subject she had expected to hear about. She couldn't hide her shock, especially since she had suspected the same thing earli
Jaxon's vacant gaze drifted aimlessly out of the window. The busy city streets seemed like a meaningless backdrop. His mind wandered, fixated on Emory.How ironic, Jaxon thought. His reunion with Emory had not gone as he had hoped. Though his longing had been satisfied, his thirst for her love quenched, it was soon replaced by an overwhelming fear.Emory's safety was in jeopardy and Jaxon couldn't afford to act recklessly. He had to think carefully, analyse the situation with precision. He reminded himself not to lose focus. The thought of something terrible happening as a result of rash decisions was unbearable."Alpha, we've arrived."Damian's voice snapped Jaxon out of his thoughts. He blinked and realised that the car had stopped—though he wasn't sure when.They had arrived, but not at the palace or the office. Instead, they were at the Gardeno BioResearch Centre—one of the most iconic buildings in the heart of Gravendale. Situated in the bustling business district, the building s
Emory was stunned. This time she didn't answer. Not because Denise's words were harsh, but because something had suddenly occurred to her without warning."Honestly, I hesitated at first. At one point I considered giving you a necklace instead. But then I remembered that night. You looked uncomfortable wearing a necklace. You kept fidgeting, touching your neck and the chain nervously. That's why I decided on a ring instead. Besides, the ring is already on your finger. So, there's no reason for you to ever take it off." A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Emory's lips, so subtle that even Denise didn't notice it. Warmth blossomed within her as Jaxon's words from that night returned to her memory. Even in just one meeting, Jaxon had understood her so completely.Emory cleared her throat, forcing the pleasant memory from her mind. She couldn't take any chances. If her smile widened, Denise would undoubtedly start asking questions.At the same time, Denise finished brushing
It was perfectly understandable to Emory why Jaxon had made such a request. His demeanour—whether it was the look in his eyes or the tension etched into his face—spoke volumes without the need for words. She understood, so clearly in fact, that she didn't argue with him at all.Emory let out a long sigh, trying to suppress the turmoil in her chest. Jaxon's jealousy was obvious, and it wasn't just about the necklace—it was about the whole situation that had ensnared them and left them helpless against the bonds of fate.Still, Emory couldn't blame Jaxon for his feelings. Truth be told, she was tossed about in the same storm of emotions—helplessness.Everything felt like an unbreakable snare, trapping Emory between two opposing worlds. The presence of two men, each with a different meaning in her life, made her question the purpose of fate's cruel games.Fatigue crept back in. The brief respite Emory had felt during her time with Jaxon had vanished, leaving her tired again after leaving
If she could be honest, Emory would probably say that Myles' arrival in her room was not the only thing that surprised her. On the contrary, even more surprising was the discovery that Myles had given her a gift. As far as she could remember, Myles had never given her anything in the three years they had been together.Ironically, those two things were nothing compared to the fact that Myles had given Emory a necklace exactly like the one that had been lost before, with no difference at all.Emory could only gape. She really didn't know what to say. In the end, she accepted the necklace without hesitation. The only reason she did so was to end her conversation with Myles as quickly as possible.But that didn't mean that Emory thought her decision was the right one. She thought it might be better to ask Myles for another gift—if he insisted on giving her one—as long as it wasn't a necklace.Emory felt really uncomfortable. She had lost count of how many times she had touched her neck i
It sounded impossible, so much so that Fernanda wanted to deny it, refused to believe it. But it was the most reasonable explanation for all the oddities—magic, just as Denise had said.Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy for Fernanda to agree with Denise. There were a few things that were unsettling, one of them being the undeniable fact that the initial relationship between werewolves and witches was anything but good. As far as she knew, the two races had been locked in eternal enmity.The history was uncertain; different stories had circulated over the years, but none of them could be trusted as the definitive cause of the feud. Each story often had variations, depending on the perspective from which it was told.Werewolves believed that witches had been the ones to start the conflict in the first place. To the witches, werewolves were wild, uncontrollable creatures—too powerful to be allowed to roam free. In short, they were seen as a threat.Tensions escalated when the werewolves d
Trina couldn't say anything more. She realised that there was nothing in this world that could go against Isidore once he had made up his mind. So, the only thing she could do was to calm herself, to keep reminding herself that war would inevitably break out, whether it came quickly or slowly. After all, she had been one of the most enthusiastic supporters of Isidore's plan. So, there was no point in being afraid now. Especially since her safety was guaranteed for the duration of the war.The ringing of a phone broke the brief silence between Trina and Isidore. It was a call from Myles.Trina immediately answered the call and activated the speakerphone. She then put the phone down on the table."Hello, Mum."Trina replied, "Hello, Myles." She then asked Myles, looking at Isidore. "So how is it? Did you give Emory the necklace?""I have, Mum. Don't worry," Myles replied happily. "I gave the necklace to Emory. Oh! Not only that, but I put it on her myself. So, there's nothing more to wo
"Has Myles contacted you yet?"It was rare that Isidore started a conversation. Most of the time he preferred to remain a listener. He would remain silent, watching every conversation that took place, absorbing all the information around him. Only when it was deemed necessary would he speak, and even then, it wasn't often. It could be said that conversations often ended without him saying a word.Silence and just listening, Isidore couldn't remember when these two habits had become his. He hadn't been like this before. There was a time when talking was one of his pleasures. He used to joke around, often saying things that he thought were light, funny or simply honest. But gradually he began to notice changes in the expressions of those around him. Their smiles faded, and the laughter he expected was replaced by an embarrassed silence.At the time, Isidore didn't understand what was happening. He thought everything was fine. There was nothing wrong with what he did or said. After all,
After months of enduring unpleasant mornings, it seemed the time had finally come for Myles to see a glimmer of hope as the sun rose on the eastern horizon. The warm sunlight felt like a promising sign to him, someone who had been mired in frustration for far too long. All his suffering would soon come to an end. Things would go back to the way they were. He would once again be respected and revered by all, especially Emory.Myles prepared himself by dressing sharply. He stood in front of the mirror with a broad grin on his face. His eyes sparkled as he admired his own handsome reflection. "Just a little while longer, Myles. Just a little while longer," he murmured, stroking his freshly shaved chin. "After that, everything will be the way it used to be."Myles' admiration of his own reflection was abruptly interrupted. His gaze, previously fixed on the mirror, shifted to a drawer.Reaching out, Myles pulled the drawer open. Inside he saw a small square box covered in black velvet wit
The more Myles thought about it, the hotter the anger burned in his chest. He couldn't hold out any longer as he realised that Emory's behaviour towards him had become more outrageous by the day. He had been humiliated again and again. His face had been smeared and his dignity trampled on mercilessly. He was no longer someone to be respected or admired. Worse, he had been looked down upon by everyone, especially Emory.The thought of it made Myles' blood boil. His hands clenched tightly, the nails almost digging into his palms. No, he was seething with emotion, this couldn't go on any longer.Myles was determined to put an end to this mess as soon as possible. More than that, he wanted to put things back the way they'd been. "Emory must know her place. She may be the Luna Queen, but that doesn't mean she can do whatever she wants with me."Myles' patience had truly run out. He would not allow this to continue. Not only because his dignity in front of the pack was at stake, but also be
The morning light gently enveloped the grounds of Zyranos Palace, revealing a delicate layer of dew still clinging to the grass. The crisp air mingled with the scent of roses, framing the morning stillness with a touch of beauty. In the distance, birds chirped harmoniously, as if heralding the start of a new day, much like countless mornings before.In the midst of this serene harmony, Fernanda stood motionless where she was. She remained fixed in front of the grand entrance, her posture upright and professional as it should be, though her mind was drifting with thoughts she couldn't share with anyone.A breeze blew past, its cool touch brushing Fernanda's face. But it wasn't enough to calm the faint restlessness growing in her chest.Fernanda couldn't shake her unease. It wasn't just her thoughts that lingered on Emory, but her gaze as well. Her sharp and alert eyes remained fixed on Emory as he walked to the car waiting for her.It was one of countless mornings that Fernanda watched