Kiara:The scorching sun above the city is gradually fading, which makes me happy because I have been driving for over an hour. Today is the memorial for the late Luna, who died two months ago, and as her heir, I must pluck a handful of Lunaria, a mystique pant that blooms only at night. Being the Luna alongside the Alpha king is wonderful because of how much he adores me. It is all butterflies, but the responsibilities are daunting.After a while, I arrive at the foot of the elysian whisper hill and park my car. I look around, and when I am certain there are no humans in sight, I get back into my car and transform into Bailey, my wolf. I sprint up the mountain, plucking a handful of the beautiful blue plant that stands at the crest of the hill. Then I sprint back down the hill and revert to human form. Being able to do that in a matter of minutes makes me wish I could transform into a wolf and travel from the pack to here. My phone beeps as soon as I get into my car, and I check to
Kiara:Standing before the mirror, I prepare for the night, my heart shattering into countless fragments. The blow is immense, a hurdle I doubt I can overcome, especially with the pretense I must maintain tonight.“Is there a problem, my Luna?” Isabella, my maid, inquires. Swiftly wiping away my tears, I turn to face her with a forced smile. “Not at all. I will be down in a minute,” I say to her.I then retrieve the sacred pearl necklace, a legacy passed down to every Luna of the Lunar Shadow Pack. As it rests on my neck, memories of the day Blake first placed it there flood my mind. A single tear threatens to fall, but I quickly brush it away. Taking a deep breath, I clutch my purse and stride out of the room, my long red gown flowing behind me.Entering the room, a life-sized statue of the queen in her werewolf form commands my attention. Carved from moonstone, it stands regally in the center of the room, its ethereal glow casting dancing shadows on the walls. The room is a testame
Zane:As I pace around the hotel Kiara has left me in, my patience slowly dwindles. I need to carry out my mission before dawn. Downing the remaining contents of my wineglass, a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.Opening it, I find Rufus standing there with a fresh suit.“About time,” I mutter, snatching the suit from him. He steps into the room while I retreat to the bathroom to get dressed.Once I’m ready, I demand my cigar. Rufus hands it over and I take a few satisfying puffs. “Everyone is ready, and we are waiting for your command,” Rufus informs me. I blow a puff of smoke in his face, pick up my hat from the table, and place it on my head as I stride out of the hotel.“Let’s get this done before I lose my patience,” I declare, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. The thought of my family's murderers lying dead on the memorial grounds makes me grin widely..Halfway down the stairs, Rufus calls out to me.“Something’s happened at the Blackwood memorial, caus
Kiara:I open my eyes and see that I am lying on an enormous bed that smells like fresh roses and vanilla. I feel a soft breeze from the window and hear the sound of the whirling wind from the chilly night, and I wonder how I got here.I don’t realize how much my head aches until I sit up to take in my surroundings. Everything spins and I hold on to my head, which feels as if it will fall. The door to the room swings open, and Zane walks in dressed in a suit with a tray which contains a bottle of water, and some pills. In fear, I back away a bit, but his facial expression softens, and he approaches me.“I had a feeling you will come down with a headache,” he says, and I take my hand off my head.He places the tray on the nightstand close to me, then he gives me the glass of water, and pops the pill.“Drink,” I say to him, and he chuckles lightly, taking a sip from the water.Next, I grab the packet in his hand to be sure it is aspirin. When I have done all checks, I take the pill, and
Zane:“None of this adds up,” I mutter to Rufus, my steps echoing in the hall.The reality of being a werewolf still feels like a dream, and knowing that Kiara is my mate only complicates things. A long-term relationship isn’t on my agenda, especially when all I can think of is making her pay for her father’s sins against my family.“What do I do?” I ask, my hand resting on Rufus’s shoulder.He starts to respond, but I silence him with a hand.“That’s it!” I shout, a brilliant idea forming in my mind.“The full moon is tonight, and mating with her will be simple. Then I’ll hold the threat of rejection over her if she tries to run,” I explain, noticing Rufus’s furrowed brow.His disapproval is evident, but it’s irrelevant to me. I’ve never been one to care much about others’ opinions.“The beauty of this plan is its foolproof nature. She’s experienced rejection before, so all I need to do is leave my mark, and we’re set,” I say, patting his back before walking the stairs.I walk to Kiar
Kiara:A scream tears through me as my eyes snap open, locking with the gaze of the blonde woman from yesterday. She screams as well, a reflection of my fear. I back away, but she seizes my hand and places a hand over my mouth.“Why on earth are you screaming!” she exclaims in a voice barely louder than a whisper, her eyebrows rocketing towards her hairline. I shake my head incessantly, hoping she will remove her hand from my mouth. The moment she does, I back up until my body collides with the headboard.With a hint of panic in her voice, she exclaims, “It’s six in the morning! Mr. Malibu is probably still asleep. Can you imagine the consequences if he were to wake up?” Her words linger heavily in the air as she paces nervously around the room.“I don’t see how this is my fault. Weren’t you the one trying to kiss me?” I counter. She halts in her tracks, spinning around to face me. Her face is a mask of bewilderment.“What?” she asks, her face scrunching up. “Ew!” she exclaims, and I s
Kiara:I don’t need to be told twice to get into the bathtub. I know I’m given ten minutes, but there’s no way I can take a bath in ten minutes, so I take my bath as fast as I can. Then I walk back to the room to see a dress laid out for me.It’s a deep blue color, with a fitted top and a long, flowing skirt. The dress has no sleeves and a modest neckline.“Do I really have to wear this?” I ask Ariana, who is standing rigidly by the door.She nods, and I let out a groan of protest. She glances at her wristwatch and says, “Ma’am, we are two minutes late, and…”“I get it,” I interrupt, rolling my eyes.I grab the gown and stride over to the mirror. As I remove my towel, Ariana gasps and quickly shuts her eyes. I ignore her reaction and slip into the gown. It fits perfectly on my upper body, accentuating my waist, while the skirt of the gown hangs perfectly on my ass.“Looks good,” I admit, giving a twirl in front of the large mirror.Ariana approaches me with a box and says, “he asked to
Kiara:Following my clash with Zane, I stride back to my room; the door slamming behind me in a burst of anger. Ariana is there, her face bright with a broad grin, eagerly awaiting feedback. But I ignore her, throwing myself onto the bed and repeatedly pummeling the pillow.“Ma’am,” Ariana says, reaching for my hand. She halts my assault on the pillow, and I turn to face her, my brows furrowed in irritation.“We should get you out of those clothes,” she says, and I exhale a sigh.I take a deep breath and decide not to lash out at her. She’s innocent in all this. The real foe is Zane Malibu, and I must keep my attention on him.As Ariana assists me in removing my dress, a thought occurs to me.“Ari,” I call out. Her eyes widen at the nickname.“Ye...yes, ma’am,” she stammers, and I scoff. I remind myself that she will have to get used to the shortened name.“When do you think Mr. Malibu will want to see me again?” The question lingers in the air, sounding out of place and revealing my