Adeline's gaze darted over to the side of her bed, and on top of a small table was a teddy bear. She walked over to and picked up the teddy bear, hugging it tightly and burying her face in its soft fur. After a few more seconds of clutching the teddy bear, she suddenly turned towards Enzo. “I’m going to get my revenge on the Blue Moon Pack. I’m going to take back this place. It belongs to me.”For a moment, Enzo just stared at her with an unreadable expression. Then, to her surprise, he threw back his head and laughed—a deep, mocking laugh that echoed off the walls of the small room. He shook his head as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. “You?” he scoffed, wagging a finger at her like she was a child who had just said something foolish. “Just when I think you couldn’t be more stupid, Adeline, you go and say something like that.”He stepped closer to her, towering over her as he placed a hand on her shoulder, a mocking grin plastered on his face. “You’re no
Adeline's gaze darted over to the side of her bed, and on top of a small table was a teddy bear. She walked over to and picked up the teddy bear, hugging it tightly and burying her face in its soft fur. After a few more seconds of clutching the teddy bear, she suddenly turned towards Enzo. “I’m going to get my revenge on the Blue Moon Pack. I’m going to take back this place. It belongs to me.”For a moment, Enzo just stared at her with an unreadable expression. Then, to her surprise, he threw back his head and laughed—a deep, mocking laugh that echoed off the walls of the small room. He shook his head, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. “You?” he scoffed, wagging a finger at her like she was a child who had just said something foolish. “Just when I think you couldn’t be more stupid, Adeline, you go and say something like that.”He stepped closer to her, towering over her as he placed a hand on her shoulder, a mocking grin plastered on his face. “You’re n
Adeline Smith, a five-foot-seven, 22-year-old omega and the only daughter of Baron Smith, the leader of the Crimson Pack, stood behind her easel in the pack's massive garden. The evening sun made the garden sparkle, and a gentle breeze danced through the air, rustling the leaves of the oak trees and making Adeline's long, blonde hair flow around her shoulders. She held a palette and paintbrushes with her fingers dappled with different colors.In front of Adeline was one of her maids, Valerie, posing for her. Her eyes were focused on a distant point, trying to maintain her position despite how awkward it felt standing still for so long. Adeline narrowed her eyes, studying her carefully, as if trying to capture not just Valarie's features but her spirit as well. "Move a little bit to the left, Valerie," Adeline instructed, tilting her head slightly while waving her hand to indicate the adjustment. “Something doesn't feel right.” Valarie complied, shifting her weight, and asked, "Is th
Valarie pushed open the door to Baron Smith's office, and they found him pacing back and forth with tense shoulders and a worried expression. The usually composed leader of the Crimson Pack seemed deeply in fear. The room barely had any light, and the curtains were drawn to block out everything that was happening outside. As soon as Baron saw Adeline, he rushed over to her, pulling her into a tight hug. "Where have you been?" he asked, letting out soft breaths of relief. "I looked all over the building for you but couldn't find you." Adeline pulled back slightly, clutching her forehead when a splitting headache suddenly hit her. She walked over to one of the leather chairs in the office and sank into it, looking up at her father with wide, confused eyes. "I was painting earlier. Then I heard gunshots. What is happening, Dad?" She let out a groan, rubbing her forehead to ease the pain. Baron sighed heavily as he walked over to her, gently pulling her up from the chair. "The pack is
Enzo Laureati, the 28-year-old supreme alpha of the Moonlit Pack. He was a blue-eyed, tall man with a muscular build. His skin was fair, and his dark brown hair was tied back into a neat bun. Enzo sat in the backseat of his black Rolls-Royce with a phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, Father.” He nodded, his voice sounding bored. "I've already handled it, and I'm on my way back." He ended the call with an irritated sigh, his fingers tapping idly against the leather seat. He looked up and caught a glimpse of his driver’s face in the rearview mirror. "Andrei, can you speed up?" Andrei, a standard alpha and Enzo's personal bodyguard, nodded. "Of course, Supreme Alpha." Just as he stepped on the gas, a figure suddenly darted into the road, coming to a stop directly in front of the car. Andrei slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt halt. Enzo frowned at the sudden stop, his gaze snapping to the rearview mirror. "What the hell, Andrei?" He growled, "Do you not know how to drive
Andrew emerged from the narrow passageway, scanning the area with narrowed eyes, but Adeline was nowhere to be found. Frustration bubbled up inside him, and he hurled the gun he held at the wall. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself. “How could I let her escape like that?” As he tried to calm his nerves, a familiar scent reached his nose—blood, Adeline’s blood. His head snapped in the direction the scent was coming from. Glancing down, he noticed a trail of blood leading into the forest. He crouched and touched the blood, rubbing it between his fingers with a dark chuckle. “She’s bleeding badly,” he murmured. “She couldn’t have gotten far.” Retrieving his gun from where it had fallen, Andrew followed the trail, scanning the ground like a predator looking for its prey. Finally, he emerged from the forest, coming to a halt at the edge of a road. The blood trail ended in a small pool on the road, marking where Adeline had fallen. Andrew took a deep breath, pushing his disheveled hair
The door to the Moonlit Pack’s meeting room creaked open, and Enzo Laureati strode inside, followed closely by Andrei. The room was bright, with a large chandelier hanging down and a long table dominating the center. Enzo took his place at the head of the table, directly across from his father, Damien Laureati, who was seated at the opposite end. The six councilmen, three on each side of the table, rose from their seats as Enzo entered. In unison, they bowed their heads and greeted him, “Welcome, Supreme Alpha.” Enzo acknowledged them with a brief nod and a raised hand, indicating they could sit. His hair was tied into a messy bun, with a few loose strands falling over his face. Enzo settled into his chair, crossing his legs with his elbow propped on the armrest, supporting his head. He gazed across the table at his father, his expression bored and mildly irritated. “Why have you called me here? I've been busy all week, and I’m exhausted, so whatever it is, make it quick.” His
Adeline slowly came to consciousness as the morning sun’s rays streamed through the window, shining directly at her face. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she let out a groan as she turned her head away from the blinding light. She blinked against the brightness and rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit dizzy. Sitting up slowly, she took in her surroundings. The room was expensively decorated, with rich furnishings and luxurious curtains hanging over the windows. She ran her hand over the massive bed she had been lying on. "Where on earth am I?” she murmured to herself. She stared down at nothing, trying to piece together how she had ended up in such a place. Gradually, the memories came flooding back—the attack, the gunshots, her father. She looked down at her arm, which was wrapped in clean bandages, and nodded. “So it wasn’t a dream after all.” Throwing the blanket aside, Adeline swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. She glanced down at the dress she currently had on