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"Here comes the daughter of the witch! Run, boys!" a boy my age mockingly shouted and pointed his finger at me. I was just walking in the hallway of my school, Mortem University when they started cooing and making fun of me. It became their hobby.They hated my long ginger hair and my white long dresses paired with a turtleneck shirt. I love wearing dresses like this because my mother put effort into making them hand-sewn.I despised my classmates, but I couldn't do anything aside from bowing my head and walking faster. They have such pea-sized brains even at their legal age.No one wanted to be friends with me because I'd drag them down the social rank, but that's okay because I enjoy my own company.I live with my ever-dearest single mother in our village. She was rumored to be a witch just because we live in a castle near the mountains. She's the love of my life, my companion, and I couldn't ask for anything as long as she's at my side."Nathalie, wake up! You're going to be late fo
I slept in the cabin last night with the stranger. The sun strikes my face and I hear a low groaning beside me. "Why are you still here? I told you to leave!" The man screamed at me, and I just gave him a small smile.What a nice greeting to start your day!Smiling at him sarcastically, I replied. "Good morning! Your energy is coming back because you could shout now."He looked confused at what I said.Before he could cut me off, I fixed my hair and grabbed the basket that I used yesterday to pick up some herbs. "Don't worry! I'll come back with another set of herbs. I promise it is better than the one I picked yesterday!"I beamed at him before heading back into the woods. My heart brimmed with an unusual joy because of helping the stranger I had only met the previous night. It felt irrational, almost insane, but I could not stop myself from doing this.After an hour, I returned with the herbs I had painstakingly prepared.At first, the man displayed hesitance and anger, but he had no
Gasping for breath, I fled from Lycan Steven, his utterance of the word 'mate' laced with a deadly passion scared me to death. He had been finding me for centuries, and now, as I stood before him, his eyes showed no hint of remorse, only an unexplainable desire to end my life.My escape was abruptly halted as I tripped over a large root, sending me tumbling to my knees.I cursed multiple times and endured the pain. Looking upwards, the night had fallen; the towering trees cast dancing shadows in the dim light. Pain shot through me, but I had no choice but to rise and sprinted with renewed urgency quickly.Glancing over my shoulder, I witnessed a chilling transformation.Lycan Steven, in a fluid motion, morphed into his wolf form, leaping with predatory grace. His silver fur gleamed in the moonlight, a mesmerizing yet terrifying sight.As I ran, his growl echoed behind me, a haunting reminder of the danger I was in. Tears blurred my vision, a testament to the harrowing journey I had end
In the once tranquil realm of our castle, my world fell apart the moment I stepped foot on its grounds.I just escaped from Lycan Steven, and this is the first thing I have seen.The majestic castle, a symbol of our family's legacy, was engulfed in ferocious flames, its once regal spires now wreathed in fire and smoke. The scene was chaotic, with villagers gathered around, their expressions a mix of pity and malice.Confusion and despair gripped me. "W-What's happening?!" My voice tore through the air, a desperate plea for understanding. Only hours before, I had narrowly escaped of my mate, and now I was confronted with this inferno – my home burning in fire.Exhaustion battled with urgency within me. My mother – she had to be inside!"Mother!" I shouted, shoving past the onlookers, some of whom bore expressions of sorrow, while others smirked with cruel satisfaction."Sylvia?" I called, hope surging as a silhouette flickered past a window. My heart raced as I spotted the ladder nearb
My stomach churns at the sight of him.How could he?! After all the cruel things he had done to me, he comes back into my life now, disguising himself as a human and my professor?!Immediately, I grab my backpack and push the classroom door open to walk out. While running down the empty hallway, I put my hand to my mouth to stop myself from vomiting.Behind me, I heard Hazel's voice calling out to me, but I didn't look back.The hell do I care about History class!I don't need to see my mate. It's driving me crazy, both physically and mentally. I don't need to see his face because it only reminds me of his rejection!I went to one of the cubicles in the restroom and closed it. Sitting on the toilet bowl, I grasped my hair and thought about Steven's face. His eyes... those were the same eyes that rejected me!"Why did you come back?" I whispered to myself, feeling a tear forming in the corner of my eye.I cried for about three minutes inside the restroom when someone opened the door. S
Every step Professor Evan took towards me made me want to crawl and beg for his forgiveness. There is something about his aura that makes me scared to death."It's late, and you are supposed to go home. There are no students in this building anymore. What are you up to?" Professor Evan asked, immediately grabbing the brown envelope I was holding.When I saw that my hands were shaking, I immediately hid them under my chair.He let out a sarcastic laugh. "These are confidential information. Who gave you these?"I bit my lower lip. "I'm not going to tell you.""Of course, you won't," he smiled at me and said, "because you're going to explain it to the Dean tomorrow morning."My eyes bulged out. "No!" I hissed at him and stood up from my seat."Do you think the Dean will let you off the hook this time? This is a serious matter, Miss Bentley. You are trying to pry for information about me!" he growled at me.My blood boils at the mere sight of him being angry. "I was just trying to get to
My ban has been lifted. As much as possible, I have decided not to cross paths with Professor Evan ever again. I intend to treat him as a stranger. However, it seems impossible due to my best friend's nagging."I don't get why you don't want to attend his class! He is really good at teaching, much better than our previous teacher. I learned a lot from him. Why are you making a fuss about it?""Hazel, what he says in class is the same as in the textbook. I can just read in the library, so it's alright to skip it!" I hissed at her and looked around, alert because I might bump into him in the hallway at any time."I can sense that you hate him! Did you know him before? Why don't you want to attend his class, huh?"I swallowed a lump in my throat. She was suspecting me, so I had no choice but to drag my feet towards the room.As soon as we entered, I could smell the familiar scent of Professor Evan. He met my gaze when I sat at my desk. Hazel was grinning from ear to ear while staring at
The couple who nearly hit me with their car accompanied me to the hospital. When the doctor checked my vital signs, she said that I was completely okay. I have no bruises or anything similar. However, my mother went into hysteria as soon as she arrived in the room.She confronted the couple who apologized to her. If I hadn't dragged her away in the hospital, she might have been sued for physical harassment."Are you really alright, my dear? What happened?" she asked. I was still conflicted about whether to share my suspicions with her or not, but seeing my mother, who was extremely worried, I smiled at her."Yes, mom. It was luck from the Moon Goddess," I grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes as if I were telling a joke.That night, I couldn't sleep properly. My eyelids were already drooping, but I couldn't sleep with so many questions circling inside my head."Where did it come from?" I murmured to myself until I fell asleep and continued with my life the next day.While Professor
Three months later..."Babe, here's your cup of coffee..."I looked up to see my beautiful wife in her white gown. It was early in the morning, and I usually read my papers at my office desk.She never disappoints me with her skill in coffee making. It tastes so good, just like her."What's with the smile, huh?" Nathalie asked as she sat in front of me. Shaking my head, I put down the cup on the cupboard and whispered, "Nothing...""Has work been hard lately?""No, but mine has," I smirked at her reaction."Huh?!" She asked in a shocked voice. I let out a hearty laugh and spread my legs widely. "Come here..." I nodded at my thighs and she obeyed me diligently."O-Okay..." she stuttered, a blush plastered on her cheeks.The moment I felt her skin touch mine, I could already feel myself becoming aroused.Damn it.Just like that.I inhaled her hair, her scent, her body wash. It felt amazing. All of it. I could feel myself getting harder because I wanted to kiss her."Steven, why am I here
The rain came down in a relentless cascade, each drops a reminder that my father, Lycan King Xavier, had died.As I stood amidst the solemn gravestones, the pitter-patter of raindrops echoed through the cemetery, blending with the soft sobs of mourning souls.I held tightly onto the umbrella, its canopy providing a feeble shield against the downpour, while my wife stood beside me, her presence a comforting anchor amidst my grief.I love my father. He wasn't a good husband, but he was a good person to our people in Silver Pack.He has done good and bad deeds. When he committed mistakes, I knew that he was just doing that for the sake of our pack. He managed the pack with his blood, sweat, and tears.Sylvia looked at me after she has done her few words for my father. It was my turn to speak.I grab the microphone and turn to everyone in front of our pack members. With a deep sigh, I begin to speak."My father and I didn't have a good relationship at the start. I was a rebellious child,
STEVEN'S POINT OF VIEWAs the soft tendrils of sleep began to release their hold on me, I stirred in the warmth of the tangled sheets.The night had been a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, leaving Nathalie and me both sated and exhausted.With a contented sigh, I nestled closer to her, basking in the afterglow of our love.But our reverie was abruptly shattered by the insistent chime of the doorbell, echoing through the quiet of the early morning. Nathalie and I exchanged a weary glance, wondering who could be calling at such an hour.As I reluctantly rose from the bed, Nathalie followed suit, her expression mirroring my own confusion and concern.Wrapping a robe around my shoulders, I made my way to the door, my senses on high alert.Standing on the threshold was a figure cloaked in white, a healer's uniform stained with patches of crimson.My heart skipped a beat at the sight, dread clawing at my insides as I struggled to comprehend why he was there and how he knew we were there."
As I took Steven's hand in mine, leading him towards the staircase, I could feel my heart fluttering with anticipation.His warm fingers intertwined with mine, sending a surge of electricity coursing through me."Where are we going?" Steven's voice broke through my thoughts, his curiosity evident in his tone."To the bedroom," I replied, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my lips.Steven's eyes widened in surprise at my words, and I couldn't help but laugh softly as I covered his mouth with my hand, relishing in the playful moment.I was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy as I led him up the stairs, each step bringing us closer to the sanctuary we had created together.As we reached the top of the staircase, Steven turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of desire and affection."What do you want, baby? Hmmm?" His voice was husky, sending shivers down my spine as he brushed aside a stray strand of hair, his lips gently grazing my skin in a tender kiss."I
The air was filled with the heady aroma of roasted meats, laughter, and the joyful chatter of my fellow pack members as we celebrated the successful marking day of Steven and me.It was a night of triumph, a night of unity, as the Starlight Sentinels and Silver Pack joined together, marking a new era of strength and solidarity.Amidst the jubilation, I found myself standing beside Steven, my heart swelling with pride as Lycan King Xavier himself congratulated me for surviving the arduous ordeal of the marking."Congratulations, Nathalie. You have proven yourself to be worthy of my son. I knew that you are a gem." His words were a balm to my weary soul, reminding me of the strength and resilience I had discovered within myself."Thank you, Lycan King Xavier," I said, bowing my head a little to show respect for him.But as the festivities continued, Steven's voice cut through the revelry, drawing the attention of all present."Father, there's something I need to discuss with Nathalie,"
As I lay there, feeling the life draining from my body, I could sense a presence in the temple. The air seemed to shimmer, and I saw her— the Moon Goddess, radiant and ethereal, standing before me.Her presence was both awe-inspiring and comforting, like a warm embrace enveloping my soul. I felt drawn to her, as if she held the key to some great mystery."Nathalie," her voice echoed in my mind, gentle and soothing like a soft breeze. "It is time to leave this world behind and come with me to a place beyond heaven and earth."Her words washed over me, filling me with a sense of peace and tranquility. For a moment, I was tempted to reach out and take her hand, to follow her into the unknown.But then, a thought flashed through my mind— my pack, my loved ones waiting for me. I couldn't leave them behind, not yet.Steven...Sylvia, my mother. How about the family I always dreamed of?"I can't," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself. "I still have my pack, my family. They ne
As Steven became the new King of the Silver Pack, he wasted no time in initiating the ritual.Sylvia was there for me. "Are you ready, Nathalie?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips. I smiled back at her and held her hands. "Yes, mother. I am more than ready."Her eyes gleamed with tears as she pulled me into a warm embrace. "You will survive. You're a strong woman, Nathalie. You may not be my biological daughter, but I know you can do it!"I let out a chuckle to ease the tension in the room. Lycan King Xavier looked at me and asked, "Just tell us if you want to change your mind. No one is forcing you to do this, my dear..."I nodded at him and turned to Steven, who had been watching me intently earlier. He still had his robe and cap wrapped around his body after the inauguration.He wanted to proceed immediately.I wanted it too."I'm sorry..." he whispered, looking into my eyes and pushing a strand of hair from my cheek."Why are you apologizing to me?" I chuckled at him."I'm so
My body felt so hot after Steven kissed me. It was like a fire ignited when his body touched my skin. We only stopped kissing when I couldn't breathe anymore."You alright?" he asked, gently pushing me against the bed and cupping my chin.I nodded and chuckled. "Yes, I am.""Good," he whispered and crashed his lips against mine. This time, the intensity of his kiss was more... like he was searching for something. So intense, so dark, like him."Fuck, your lips taste so sweet. I can't get enough of it," he growled against my ear and licked it. The sensation was new to me."S-Steven... w-what are you d-doing?" I asked, almost out of breath. But he didn't stop. My moans only encouraged him to continue.He was licking it as if it were his favorite dessert."Steven!" I moaned his name again and tried to find something to hold onto, to release the tension building in my stomach."Yes, baby?" he asked, his voice dark and mysterious, like the moon in the night sky."S-Stop it... it's... tickl
I felt my body collapse as if every ounce of energy had been sapped from me. Darkness enveloped my senses, swallowing me whole into its abyss.Then, like a distant echo, consciousness crept back in, sluggish and disoriented.As I gradually awoke, my surroundings slowly came into focus. My eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the curtains, and the familiar sight of Steven's room greeted me.Panic surged through me as I tried to piece together what had happened."What... what happened?" My voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from disuse or perhaps from the ordeal I'd just endured.My gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar furniture, the posters adorning the walls, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows. It all seemed so ordinary, yet my mind raced with uncertainty."You're awake," Sylvia appeared in front of me. She was holding a cup of tea. Holding the cupboard, she put beside me, on the bed table. "How are you, my daughter?" I massaged my foreh