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
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
"Oh, my God. Keep going, honey. Keep going. Oh, you really are my little whore. Now spread your legs wide. Ah, yes. That's it. Just like that." Emory Abernathy stopped in her tracks at the bedroom door when she heard repeated moans and a few inappropriate words. Her brow furrowed, and then she turned to see Fernanda Barrett—the Watcher of Zyranos Palace—standing behind her. "Does Alpha have a guest?" "Yes, Luna," Fernanda replied with an unreadable expression. Her face dropped slightly as she explained. "Alpha has had guests since you left the country a week ago." "Oh." Emory let out a short murmur. Then she took a deep breath as she turned. She walked through the connecting room and Fernanda hurriedly opened the door for her. They stepped outside. "You should have told me that Alpha was entertaining a guest. I nearly interrupted his fun." Fernanda was stunned, unable to speak. She could only hear Emory's words with the realization that she shouldn't be surprised. After all, this
Fernanda closed her eyes dramatically after closing the door to Emory's office. She decided not to leave right away. Tension still surrounded her entire body, and her knees felt weak from Emory's earlier question. Pretending in front of Emory had been exhausting and she needed a moment to calm down."Fernanda."Fernanda jumped, startled. She turned around and exhaled in relief. "Oh, Lacey. It's just you.""What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Lacey Diana Castillo—Emory's personal assistant—asked. Then she looked at the door to Emory's office. "Did you just meet with Luna?""Yes." Fernanda grabbed Lacey's hand and pulled her away from the area. She glanced around occasionally, making sure no one else was around to overhear their conversation. "Did you do what I asked?"Lacey nodded. "Just as you suspected, Madam Trina did indeed give me the tea. As usual, she claimed it would help Luna sleep soundly, but as per your instructions, I didn't give it to Luna during our trip."Fernanda was
It was certainly not a good day for Jaxon Rolf Forsythe—Alpha of the Gardeno Pack. There was a mountain of tasks and issues to deal with that day, both company and pack related.Jaxon arrived at the office in the morning to be greeted by a pile of financial reports and partnership agreements. His desk was cluttered, but what caught his eye were the first quarter sales reports and a new investment proposal from overseas partners.Jaxon studied the documents carefully before speaking to his secretary, Odile Elliot. "Set up a meeting with the board next week. I want to discuss the expansion plans.""Understood, sir," Odile replied promptly. She glanced down at the tablet in her hand before continuing, "There's some bad news regarding the wheat shipment to Asia. Pacific Ocean Freight is running into delays. Their ship is being held at the port of Singapore for a security inspection. If this isn't resolved soon, it could seriously affect our relations with our partners in Japan and South K
In the briefest of seconds, as they entered the suite, a plan flashed through Jaxon's mind. His original intention of driving Emory away was changed in an instant. He could use the situation to his and his pack's advantage and deal a crushing blow to the Zyranos Pack. He was sure that Emory's pride would sink to its lowest ebb, and the enmity between the packs would shift to Gardeno's control.A golden opportunity lay before him. Jaxon could take advantage of Emory's lack of consciousness. He could kidnap her, and the Zyranos Pack would surely submit. They would do everything to save Emory.Jaxon grinned. He didn't push Emory away as he had originally intended. Instead, he grabbed her upper arms, determined to make sure she couldn't leave the suite and...A tug on his tie made Jaxon blink. Instincts flared, filled with anticipation. He scanned the situation quickly, ready to act, but suddenly his body froze.Jaxon's heart seemed to stop. His breath caught in his chest and his grip on
A thought briefly crossed Emory's mind, just a second after her consciousness returned—that this was the deepest, most restful sleep she had ever had. Relief flooded her chest, creating a sense of spaciousness that words like peace and tranquillity couldn't begin to describe. It was as if a drop of dew had fallen to moisten her long-parched heart, flooding it with an incredible coolness.A serene atmosphere settled around her. Comfort embraced her. Emory's body and soul felt light, as if she had grown wings that could take her anywhere. She was free, every chain that had bound her hands and feet was gone. She floated, carried on the breeze to the highest heavens.Emory thought she felt reborn. Positive energy flowed through her being, filling her with a vitality mirrored by her wolf spirit. They moved in perfect harmony, something she had never felt before. The rhythm of her wolf spirit matched the beat of her heart. They shared a breath and became one.The world felt more alive, more
Lacey had lost count of how many times she'd stolen glances at Emory through the rear-view mirror. She watched Emory's condition closely, holding back the urge to ask questions. Her worries couldn't just be dismissed by looking at Emory; she needed to know where Emory had gone last night and if anything had happened to her.Unfortunately, Lacey had to swallow all the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She held back her desire to ask, sensing that Emory was in a bad mood."Not now, Lacey."Lacey blinked, her eyes instinctively focusing on the rear-view mirror. She saw Emory talking with her eyes still closed. "W-what, Luna?""I don't want to be disturbed," Emory said bluntly. "So don't say anything. Don't even ask anything. I don't want to hear a word."Lacey nodded. "Understood, Luna."The short conversation ended. Lacey let out a long sigh. Emory's rebuke made her body tremble, and so she pushed aside her desire to ask Emory any questions. Besides, she could tell from Emory'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