As I stared at this stranger, I stepped back, feeling embarrassed about my display of affection. However, he didn't seem bothered as he stood straight and introduced himself. "I'm Felix, the new Alpha King's personal assistant," he said, touching his chest. "I also happen to be his best friend." He flashed me a confident smile. I laughed under my breath once but then knitted my brow, feeling uncertain. "It's nice to meet you, Felix," I began, "But where am I?""You're at the Moonlight Pack hospital ward. I hope that isn't a shock to you," he said with concern in his voice. “Maybe I should have led with that.” "How did I get here?" I pursed my lips together as I glanced at him. "I had no choice but to rescue you from those savages. It was a terrible sight.""You saw me in the jail cell?""Yes, I intervened. I stopped by the station to interrogate some of the rogue prisoners when I noticed you.""I see," I whispered, touching my fingers to my lips, ponderi
Chester/Chasel POVThe flicker of warm light played against my closed eyes, gently waking me. After slowly raising my lids, I had to squint. The sun was brightly streaming through the nearby windows. Glancing outside, the sky was pale blue with streaks of thin clouds. I couldn't help but feel optimistic. The scent of bleach and another disinfectant hung in the hair. The latter's aroma reminded me of somewhere else, but my thoughts were too jumbled to recall. In the distance, muffled voices carried from behind the door. My hearing was dulled, and I couldn’t make out the words. When I glanced down at myself lying in the white hospital bed, I was shocked. What happened to me? My mind was foggy, trying to reconcile where I was now, with what I knew. Glancing at a familiar scar on my index finger, the memories came flooding back. A little girl was in trouble. She was held captive by a group of rogues. I felt I had no choice but to save her, but regretfully, I'd fallen
I was patched up well enough after the last skirmish, but the physical trauma echoed throughout my body, every inch of my suffering chronicled on my flesh. Like a gardener examining a winter-worn plot, I inspected every injury. My old wounds had already been cleaned with saline to rinse and remove debris. I was re-doing the dressing. But before that, I underwent topical treatment as advised by the medic. Lathering my skin with antibiotics and healing salves, but all the tonics and tinctures could never heal the wound in my heart. A gaping void that grew with each passing moment of his absence. My mind tormented me with blood-stained images of what could’ve happened to him.He promised me he would come back for me. And I had faith in that vow as I had trust in the Moon Goddess. My movements slowed as thoughts assailed me. Nothing would keep him from me, so something fatal must’ve happened to deepen this distance between us.But I couldn't afford to think like that. I just couldn’t.“
I didn’t stop. I would never. But I had to take a break.Chasel was my prime priority, but it didn’t undo the fact that I still needed a job. Felix kept true to his word about helping me find the perfect one. And he kind of did. The restaurant he helped secure a spot for me was swanky—the most popular in Moonlight—but still affordable since it was mostly occupied by young wolves enjoying the company of their friends over a good meal.The decor was a harmonious blend of contemporary chic and timeless luxury. Soft lighting casts a warm glow, highlighting the rich textures of the space: marble floors, velvet drapes, and polished wood accents. A grand chandelier hung from the center of the dining room, illuminating the tables, each adorned with a centerpiece of fresh flowers.It was a good job as just a waiter. However, I’d catch myself staring longingly at the open kitchen. It was always a hive of activity, with the chef moving with precision and grace in his pristine white jacket. Sta
Juliana POVFrom that day forward, I was in the manager's good grace. Whenever I pleased, I could enter the kitchen and provide a hand to Chef Pierre. I'd earned this position and wasn't going to squander it away. Though he was prideful initially, after proving myself, the chef grew to appreciate my presence. My tasting spoon was on the ready, and I used it wisely, assisting Pierre with spice balance, and even adding my own touch to improve recipes. He was more willing to take my suggestions into account, though it wasn’t one hundred percent of the time approved. As time passed, the kitchen’s former atmosphere of exclusion and condescension metamorphosed into the welcoming arms of an old friend. Behind the stainless-steel line and plethora of pots, my feeling of belonging gradually increased. The kitchen had a rhythm; I was becoming at ease with the instruments, and it showed. Our guests often had four or more course meals. Most enjoyed a light appetizer like my scallops
Chester POV continuedWhen I opened my eyes, the transition to wakefulness was confusing. Like in my dream, I was on my couch, my face turned to the right. Of course, I wasn't injured like I was in the dream, but everything else was spot on. All that was missing was the mysterious woman who had visited me every time I closed my eyes, lately. The first time I had the dream, the sense of familiarity and loss when she dissolved from my woken eyes, made me feel gutted. Although it only happened sometimes in the first month, it soon ramped up. And I had no idea how more intense the feelings would become.Soon, the dreams increased from a few times a month to several nights a week. And now, they were so powerful that after only an hour of sleep, she was forcing her way into my subconscious with her mystic presence. It was both unnerving and rapturous. Disjointed pieces of my dream clung to my fractured consciousness. My perception was so clouded that I thought I could fe
Immediately, I felt my skin flush with embarrassment. I couldn't help but cover my face for a moment, tittering. Not only was I feeling awkward about thinking I was a candidate, but my passion for Chasel elicited an uncontrollable reaction in front of Felix. "Oh, Juliana, please don’t feel embarrassed. You are the daughter of an alpha, after all, so of course, your assumption made sense." Felix's assurance melted my self-consciousness away. Lowering my hands, I clicked my tongue, shaking my head at myself. He chuckled."This Chasel has captured you, wholly, and if you don't mind me saying so, I expect that's quite a feat. I hope to meet this dashing wolf someday."He glanced up and down at me curiously. I blushed again and then averted my eyes, shyly twisting my toe on the ground. When I picked up my head, he lifted one eyebrow."He's the best man I've ever met. You'll see,” I said softly. Felix made a motion like he was tilting a hat to me."I have no doubt," he
To say I was astonished was an understatement. Memories of the last day I spent at the villa in Gold Valley soiled my optimism. I felt gut-punched, remembering all the times she stole my thunder. Crossing my arms, I glanced up and down at her, but she hadn't noticed me yet. Did I even want to make eye contact with her? All that was going through my head was the ten years she had slowly weaseled her way into my family. What was she doing here, anyway? She said she was in love with Carl after I found them in bed together. Despite her salacious relations with my ex, she wasn't with him now. Or maybe she was here behind his back. Had that simply been another way for her to take something of mine just to prove she could? With the wealth and status of potentially being the Alpha King's princess, her greedy mind was too tempted. What a manipulative, superficial gold-digger. She just couldn’t get enough. Her strapless dress was silky, skin-tight, and ink-black. She could