Days had passed since Aron saved Denise, and he still couldn't shake the incident from his mind. He did not know he possessed that kind of strength and sent those criminals sprawling with a single blow. With this thought, he began to question his true identity. He couldn't remember anything, not even his name. Only his wife Laura told him he was Aron, her husband. And every time he tried to think about his origins, he was overcome by a severe headache. It was like a wall blocking his memories.He tried to set aside the unsettling thoughts and focused on his work at the luxury hotel especially that there were plenty of customers coming into the restaurant so he was certain he would be working overtime tonight.Until his gaze focused on the man, who just entered the restaurant. He was dressed in expensive suits, but he looked suspicious. His eyes were scanning the area as if he was searching for something. Aron pretended to be busy so another waiter approached the man to take his order.
Lilian Grey, an Omega, moved through the busy halls of the Blue Moon Packhouse like a shadow, her head bowed, her presence barely noticed. Being the daughter of a lowly Omega, she had always felt like an outsider. Her father had abandoned her, for a reason she did not know.After her mother's mysterious death, Aurora took care of her. She was five then and still could not understand the rumors throughout the pack about her family background. Whenever Lillian passed, she heard people say, "She has a cursed bloodline.They believed the curse was the reason her mother died unexpectedly, and the worst thing was that they jumped to the conclusion that anyone who was connected with her would be doomed to share the same fate. No one knew the curse's origin, but it was said to go back generations, long before Lilian’s time. Lilian had no memory of her mother’s final days, but the rumors weighed heavily on her. Even as a child, she could sense the cold treatment of others. The way parents wou
When Lilian woke up in the morning, she felt an inexplicable pain like something in her had torn apart. She looked around and realized she was inside the library, lying naked on the sofa bed. What had she done? She tried to recall what happened until everything had sunk into her mind. "Oh my..." she murmured. She was with Morgan last night. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the bedsheet, and her heart clenched as she saw droplets of blood stained on it. The sharp contrast of crimson against the white fabric served as the sole evidence of the night she had surrendered everything. She couldn't believe she had given her virginity to Morgan for just one night. It was a moment of weakness and oblivion, yet she had no regrets. In fact, she felt a sense of happiness in her heart. However, another reality hit her that made her feel nervous. She could still feel Morgan's touch, his intense gaze that seared into her soul, his scent that filled her senses, meant one thing—he was her m
Lilian, after Morgan's rejection was physically and emotionally drained. She felt so exhausted and she knew it was all because of the severed mate bond. Her wolf Elara, constantly whimpered within her, weakened by the loss of the bond that was supposed to bring them closer to their fated mate. However, she had to be strong. She would not let this heartbreak pull her down. She had to continue living her life no matter how hard it was for her. She was still hoping that somehow Morgan would see her worth and accept her as his Luna. She returned to her usual routine in the villa as one of the servants of the high-ranking members of the pack. One evening, as the last rays of the setting sun kissed the horizon, while Lilian was dusting off the shelves in the living room, she heard muffled voices and laughter coming from the hallway. The voice was quite familiar to her. Out of curiosity, she headed towards the hall, to find out who it was. She was shocked when she saw Morgan and Samanth
Morgan sat alone in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling as sleep evaded him. His mind was occupied with thoughts about Lilian. He knew she was his mate, from the moment he laid eyes on her that night. However, he just ignored it thinking that it was due to the effect of the wine. He was tipsy that time but he could feel the connection between them. The pull of the mate bond was impossible to ignore. His heart raced when he kissed her, and even when he claimed her fully, it felt like time had stopped. But when the Wolf Council told him to marry her, his great pride prevailed. He had in mind, how someone of low status could become his Luna. Unable to sit still any longer, he rose from the bed, pacing the room in frustration. Wanting to ease the heavy burden he was carrying in his heart, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the mini-fridge and poured some of it into his ornate glass. He brought it straight into his mouth, hoping it would minimize the guilt and confusion gnawing at h
As Morgan sat at the dining table, his father's deep voice cut through the soft clatter of dishes. "Morgan, listen. It's time for you to settle down. You need to have a Luna who will assist you in your leadership. Besides, your mother and I can't wait any longer to see our grandchildren." His father’s gaze was firm but expectant as if this was something that had been discussed many times before and Morgan’s refusal could no longer be tolerated. Morgan shifted uncomfortably in his chair, pushing the food around on his plate without really eating. He had heard this conversation too many times, and every time it came up, the pressure mounted. But this time, it felt heavier than he expected. "We've always told you about this but you have so many excuses, But this time, we won't accept a 'no' answer," Lucas said in finality. Morgan looked at his father and all he could see was the sincerity of his expression. He shifted his gaze to his mother on the opposite couch. "Your father i
Lilian cried with both arms wrapped around her knees in a corner of her small bed. The pack treated her coldly, Morgan dumped her, and Samantha threw a string of insults and humiliation. The situation could not have worsened than this, and only was going to get worse. She was the damsel in distress, pretending everything had been alright. There was suddenly a soft knock on the door, and Aurora walked in without waiting for an answer. She moved without a sound, footfalls little more than whispers against the floor. "Lilian, sweetheart," Aurora said gently as she hugged her. She felt so much love for the girl she had raised as her own. "You have to stay strong. You’ve always been strong, Lilian. I know this is tough, but you can’t let it destroy you." Lilian pressed her face against Aurora’s shoulder, finding some comfort in the older woman’s embrace. But even as she held onto Aurora, the pain remained."Everyone dislikes me, Mom. They don't want me to be Morgan's Luna, especial
Morgan and Samantha’s wedding was set to coincide with the first emergence of the full moon, exactly one month away. The entire Blue Moon Pack was buzzing with preparations, though whispers about Morgan's sudden change of heart regarding his destined mate still lingered. For Lilian, the weight of Morgan’s rejection pressed down like an unbearable burden. Each night, she cried herself to sleep, the bond between them aching in her chest, a constant reminder of the love she had lost. Her appetite faded, and she often skipped meals, lost in the whirlwind of heartbreak and uncertainty.Aurora, her adoptive mother and the only solace she had in this world watched her deteriorating state with growing concern. "Dear, you need to be strong," Aurora urged one morning as Lilian lay listlessly in bed. "It’s not the end of the world for you."Lilian forced a half-smile, trying to reassure her mother. "I’m fine, Mom," she whispered, her voice lacking conviction.But just as she spoke, a sudden wave
Days had passed since Aron saved Denise, and he still couldn't shake the incident from his mind. He did not know he possessed that kind of strength and sent those criminals sprawling with a single blow. With this thought, he began to question his true identity. He couldn't remember anything, not even his name. Only his wife Laura told him he was Aron, her husband. And every time he tried to think about his origins, he was overcome by a severe headache. It was like a wall blocking his memories.He tried to set aside the unsettling thoughts and focused on his work at the luxury hotel especially that there were plenty of customers coming into the restaurant so he was certain he would be working overtime tonight.Until his gaze focused on the man, who just entered the restaurant. He was dressed in expensive suits, but he looked suspicious. His eyes were scanning the area as if he was searching for something. Aron pretended to be busy so another waiter approached the man to take his order.
A few days passed after the incident, yet Denise couldn’t shake the uneasiness that clung to her. The criminals responsible for the attack were behind bars, and even the person orchestrating the incident had been apprehended. By all accounts, she should feel safe now. But something else gnawed at the edges of her mind—Aron. Or, more specifically, his true identity.She could not help but think how he had appeared that night, seemingly drawn to her distress and the remarkable strength and precision he had displayed in her defense. It wasn’t just his actions. It was the look in his eyes, the way they burned with something primal, something deeply protective. It was as though he had known her long before that night, yet she was certain they had never met. Or had they?These questions consumed her, keeping her awake at night and distracted during the day. As she sat by her office desk, staring blankly at the window, her phone buzzed, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. She hurriedly
Denise ultimately resolved to push Aron out of her thoughts. Everything was just a coincidence and dwelling on a married man was not something she wanted to entertain. To distract herself, she threw herself into her work in the office, devoting her focus to her business.As the CEO of a large corporation, Denise usually went home late at night, sometimes until ten or eleven. This was the reason why William and her parents had insisted on hiring bodyguards for her safety. Although she did not like the idea of having them, she had to obey her parents for their peace of mind.After finishing her review of a business proposal from a client, she gathered her belongings, preparing to leave the office. Her bodyguards were waiting outside and as soon as she stepped out of the office, they followed her, keeping a discreet distance.As soon as she and her bodyguards were settled inside the car, Mr. Robert, her driver started the engine and left the place. Denise called Liam to check on him, but
After that Inaugural Party, Aron kept thinking of that woman, whom they called Denise. He could not understand the strange feeling that surged through him when he looked into her eyes. It seemed like he had known her in the past. Her scent, her eyes, and her gestures were familiar to him but he could not remember anything. He could not quite explain why his heart raced when their eyes met. And when he met her son at school, he felt inexplicable joy that he wanted to hug the child."You seem so bothered, honey," his wife Laura spoke while hugging his back. "What are you thinking, hmm?""Nothing honey," he lied. Of course, he could not tell his wife about the strange feelings he had for Denise. He could not bear to hurt the woman, who had only shown him love and care."Let's get back to sleep, honey," he said, gently guiding her head onto his arm. After some time, Laura had already fallen asleep while he was still wide awake. Aron looked at his wife, his gaze drawn to her. So many ques
Wanting to find out the truth, Denise looked for a private investigator to delve into Aron's background. She was sure that the man was connected to both Morgan and the Blue Moon Pack, perhaps, one of his beta, she thought. Although there was a familiarity with his scent, still it was hard for her to believe that it was Morgan. It was impossible for a powerful Alpha to leave his pack just to be here in Silverstone. They just resembled each other and nothing more than that."Hey, are you okay?" William asked, his voice filled with sincerity and concern."Yes, I'm fine, William," she smiled, focusing on the business proposals laid out before them. But no matter how much she wanted to set aside the thought about Aron, the more it lingered in her mind. She just hoped his private investigator would not take too long to provide her with the information she needed to know."Oh, it's almost four, it's time to pick up my son at school," Denise said as she stood up and grabbed her pouch. "I'll go
Denise finally arrived home after a fifteen-minute ride, yet, she couldn't erase the lingering thoughts of the waiter she'd encountered at William's Inaugural Party. Despite the wrinkles etched around his eyes and his altered physique, he looked exactly like Morgan. However, the man said his name was Aron.She shook her head wanting to set aside those unsettling thoughts. If that man was indeed Morgan, it had nothing to do with her. Eight years had passed since she buried her painful past. She was no longer Lilian Grey, the lowly Omega of the Blue Moon Pack but Denise Wilson, the successful CEO of Wilson's Group.It was already ten in the evening and she knew her parents were already asleep except for her son Liam. Without bothering to change out of her clothes, she rushed upstairs to her son's bedroom.As Denise stepped inside, her eight-year-old son, Liam, bounded towards her, his beaming smile instantly melting away the years of burdens she carried. Liam was her anchor, the reason
SILVERSTONE, ENGLAND...Denise Wilson, a beautiful and elegant CEO of Wilson's group arrived at the entrance of the city's luxurious hotel. Everyone was expecting her presence as she was the most important guest at the Inaugural Party for the newly opened company branch of the most renowned business tycoon, William Knight.With her, were her two personal bodyguards Adam and Rocky, An important person like her needed bodyguards to look after her safety, Although she did not like the idea, her parents insisted on having them.Denise was walking down the hallway of the 10th floor, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble. She was nearly at the grand hall when she felt a strange feeling. Suddenly, her heart began to beat fast, especially when a familiar scent of woodsmoke and rain reached her senses, making her stop in her tracks. She looked around but all she could see were waiters, holding trays loaded with champagne and canapés, coming in and out of the grand ballroom wher
Seven years had passed, and the Blue Moon Pack had faced one misfortune after another. Many werewolves had lost their lives and even Morgan's parents died in the last battle against the rogues. The members then began to question his credibility, and many had lost faith in him. Little did he know Samantha and Argos orchestrated everything for one main reason— to dislodge Morgan from his position as the Alpha of the pack.Morgan believed this was the Moon Goddess' punishment for what he had done to Lilian. His relationship with Samantha seemed to deteriorate, as she often overshadowed his decisions. The ones that stayed loyal to him were his Beta Declan and some of the Gamma guards.One morning, the pack's hierarchy was summoned to the Wolf Council for a very important matter. Morgan felt uneasy as he felt it had something to do with his leadership. He was with Declan and some of his loyal Gammas and Deltas. As soon as he reached the Council, he looked around and spotted Samantha sittin
While Morgan was alone in his room, he could not help but think about the life he was supposed to have if he only not rejected the mate bond. It had been two months since he was married to Samantha, yet he could still feel his deep longing for his forsaken mate. But as the Alpha, he could not neglect his responsibilities although he felt so heavy with each passing day. One night, he was drinking alone in his room. It had been his usual routine before going to bed, to help him sleep. But after some time the door creaked open and Samantha entered. "Drinking here all alone? Why did you not call Declan and Argos to join you?" Samantha's voice sounded like she was concerned.Morgan did not respond, he just continued sipping the wine in his glass,Would you mind if I joined you?" Samantha asked with amusement in her eyes. Morgan just nodded, reaching out for another glass, and poured her a drink. It was unlikely that she was sharing her company instead of pestering him.After a short whi