Edward: I remained calm, watching as Ethan paced from one end of the room to the other. I could sense his tension and I knew why. He had been too ashamed to come out yesterday, while Lianna and I addressed the crowd, probably because he didn't want to hear the people talk about both of them. But I couldn't care less. And since he was still Alpha King for the next seven days or less, I considered that and honoured his invitation when he asked me to visit him. "Why?" He stopped abruptly. "Are you doing this to spite me in any way? Because it makes no absolute sense why you would do this to me!" I cocked my head to the side, feigning confusion. "What are you talking about? What did I do to you?" He gave me a stern look, obviously upset that I was pretending not to know what he was talking about. "Are you being real right now?" I shrugged. "If you don't tell me why you're upset, there's no way I am going to know. You know that, right?" "She was here yesterday to ad
Ethan: And yet again, I was destroying my room because I couldn't stand the fact that my brother had walked in here to insult me. Who did he think he was to speak to me in such a manner? I'd spent the past few years, ruling in his stead and making sure things went well. Did he think it was that easy to rule people like these? They were fucking ingrates who couldn't see that it was hard to rule when all the odds were against you. And to spite me in the face, he was getting married to Lianna? Was this some sort of jinx or something? Because it made no sense no matter how I tried to think about it. "Where's my wife?" I asked as soon as I walked out of my chambers. Since yesterday, I hadn't seen or spoken to her. She was still mad at me for what happened that night, but I couldn't care less. I needed her. The door swung open and she stepped out of her designated chamber, looking better than I'd ever seen. She had a full face of makeup and was dressed like she was atte
Lianna: Ingrid and I decided to take a tour of the Pack today. This was to help me get used to the stares and the gossip. So far, it was going quite well. Although the talks were there and people kept whispering negative things towards me, Ingrid was there to help. It wasn't exactly a comfortable encounter, but what could I do? Nothing. All I could do was get used to it. "You'll be coming out on your own really soon," she said as we made our way back to the hotel. "You'll have to be going out on your own really soon and honestly, it's going to be the best because you're going to go from hating it to not caring, then to enjoying it." I heaved a dreadful sigh. I really had nothing to say to her right now, but I really hoped she was right. It was almost dusk and people on the roads were becoming scantier. They had all retired back to their homes and I was quite glad as I didn't have to face anyone. Ingrid had a few other errands to attend to so she left just when we
Lianna: "I am here, Lianna," his voice came, soft and reassuring. "Don't be scared. Nothing is going to happen to you. I am here." I held onto him, breathing heavily and literally sobbing against his arms. He held me tight against him, but I didn't stop shaking until after a while. I finally calmed down, but the fear still remained. It was already midnight and it even scared me more. I stared across the room, at the light switch, where Ethan stood and I looked behind me, where Freya sat, but it was Edward holding onto me. "It felt so real," I began to sob softly. "I thought they were going to kill me. I couldn't move. I couldn't save myself. Oh, it's a dream. Nothing but a dream. But it felt so real. So real to the point where all I wanted to do was fucking run." "Do you want to tell me about it?" He asked, his voice soft and filled with worry. He tipped my chin towards his gaze, his lips parted slightly. Before I could even think, I reached up to him and pressed my
Lianna: The words carried a weight that went beyond their meaning. Safe. Was that what I felt? With him beside me, the shadows in the corners of the room seemed less menacing. The lingering fear from the nightmare began to ebb, replaced by a quiet warmth that spread through my chest. I shifted closer to him, unable to help myself. “Edward... thank you.” His lips quirked into a faint smile. “You don’t have to thank me. You’ve been through enough.” The silence that followed was comfortable, punctuated only by the sound of our breathing. “What was it about?” he asked softly, breaking the quiet. “The nightmare?” My voice wavered. “I don’t know. It was... I felt trapped. Like I couldn’t move or breathe. And there were people—faces I recognized, but they weren’t themselves. They wanted to hurt me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.” I wanted to tell him really bayd that those faces belonged to Freya and Ethan. But it would only make things worse, so I kept silent
Lianna: The door clicked softly behind Edward as he left, and the quiet that followed felt heavy. Ingrid’s gaze lingered on the door for a moment before she turned to face me. Her expression softened, and there was an unspoken apology in her eyes. "I owe you an apology," she said, her voice quieter than usual. I furrowed my brow, confused. "What for?" She sighed and stepped closer, her hands clasped in front of her. "Yesterday. I... I should’ve stayed with you when we got to the hotel. I shouldn’t have left you alone to face all of that. I’m sorry." I shook my head, trying to brush it off. "It’s fine, Ingrid. I’m used to it. Besides, you had to go back home." "I should’ve stayed, Lianna," she insisted, her voice tinged with regret. "I’m your friend, and it wasn’t right to leave you when you were already feeling vulnerable. I’m truly sorry." I met her gaze and could see the sincerity in her eyes. "I understand. It’s not your fault, really." She nodded, but I cou
Edward: The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city below. I stood by the window, arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring out at the skyline without really seeing it. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, sharp and tense. The image suited how I felt—restless, angry, and most of all, concerned. Her voice from last night still lingered in my mind. The way it trembled as she recounted what had happened in the lobby. The way she tried to dismiss it, but I could see the shame in her eyes, the hurt she couldn’t quite hide. They’d called her a whore. A gold digger. They’d spoken about her like she was nothing, like she wasn’t about to be their Luna, my Luna. The soft creak of the door broke my thoughts, and I turned as Harvey stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, his expression sharp, but there was a faint flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "You called for me?" he asked, his voice low and steady. I nodded, gesturing toward the chair by the d
Lianna: It was almost laughable how well we had managed to convince everyone that we were madly in love. Edward and I had slipped into our roles seamlessly, like two actors born for the stage. His hand found mine in crowded spaces, his lips brushed against my temple during public events, and his deep, quiet voice softened whenever he spoke to me in front of others. To anyone watching, we were the picture of romance. A perfect couple. But that’s all it was—an act. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But sometimes, it felt so real. The other day at the gallery, he’d leaned down and whispered something into my ear. I couldn’t even remember what he’d said now, but the warmth of his breath and the way his fingers had grazed my lower back had sent a shiver through me. We’d been standing under the soft glow of the chandelier, surrounded by people, but for a moment, I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my own heartbeat. When we walked out, he’d opened the car d
Edward: The days had a peculiar way of stretching and condensing, leaving me caught somewhere between my duties as Alpha King and this strange sense of distraction that Lianna had recently become. It wasn’t intentional—at least, that’s what I told myself. Watching her grow into her role as Luna, seeing her ease into the people’s lives with each passing day, was oddly satisfying. She was finding her footing, though in the most unorthodox ways. It started with horse riding. It seemed like every day now, she was at the stables. I’d hear her laugh echo across the meadow or see her returning with Alistair and Ingrid, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. I’d watch from my study window, the way her energy seemed infectious. Even the stable hands were more cheerful since her daily visits had become a routine. And she seemed to revel in the attention she was getting. She would show them tricks on the horse, then ride off with pride. Sometimes, she would jump into it with such daun
Lianna: The feeling of freedom and joy coursing through me as I rode the horse today was something I hadn’t felt in ages. It was like I’d reconnected with a part of myself I’d forgotten existed. The wind in my hair, the rhythmic gallop beneath me, and the sheer exhilaration of it all had lifted my spirits in a way nothing else could. Alistair had been unexpectedly good company too, his knowledge of the trails and lighthearted banter making the ride all the more enjoyable. He’d gone out of his way to ensure Ingrid and I were comfortable, and I couldn’t help but notice his attentiveness—his eyes lingering just a second too long, his smile a bit too warm. As we rode back, Ingrid leaned toward me, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “He likes you, you know.” I shot her a sideways glance, feigning indifference. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, come on, Lianna. The man practically lit up every time you looked his way. You must have no
Edward: The elders had left hours ago, and I sat in the grand meeting hall, watching as the firelight cast shadows against the walls. My mind rallied around with everything we had discussed—the war, Ethan's refusal, the impossible choices ahead. Each thought was like a heavy stone pressing against my chest. I leaned back in the chair, running a hand through my hair. Thinking won’t solve anything, I told myself. The answers wouldn’t magically appear no matter how long I sat here and brooded. What I needed was clarity, and perhaps… a distraction. Lianna’s face came to mind almost instantly, the memory of her tears and avoidance from last night made me feel bad. I’d given her space, knowing it was what she needed, but now I wondered if it had been the right thing to do. Decision made, I stood, adjusting my jacket as I strode purposefully out of the hall. The palace corridors were quiet, save for the occasional echo of my boots against the marble floors. When I reached her cha
Lianna: I sat at the small table by the window, nursing a cup of tea as the soft aroma of the leaves filled the air. Ingrid was seated across from me, her lively chatter cutting through the silence. I could feel the remnants of last night's emotions still tugging at my heart. I couldn't shake off how I had acted at the restaurant. I hated that I had lost control. Edward had been nothing but patient and I hadn't even cared. “I feel so guilty, Ingrid,” I said, pushing my tea cup away and resting my chin in my hands. “I shouldn’t have acted that way to Edward. I was out of line. He’s got so much on his plate, and I added it.” Ingrid, ever the practical one, gave a dismissive wave. “Lianna, you’re overthinking. Edward knows what’s going on. He’ll understand when the time is right for you to apologize. Right now, you’ve got to let him deal with his pack matters. He’s been buried in that stuff ever since last night, so you’re better off letting him be.” I let out a long sigh,
Edward: I couldn’t keep the thoughts from swirling in my head as I sat there in my chambers, staring at the fire crackling in the hearth. The weight of it all pressed down on me—Ethan’s refusal to marry the Vampire Princess, the looming war, and the uncertainty that gnawed at my very soul. Ethan had always been stubborn, but this… this was something else entirely. I’d done everything to try and make him see reason. We had no choice, I kept telling myself. There was too much at stake. But Ethan didn’t seem to care. All he cared about was the throne, and that was something I wasn’t willing to relinquish. He may have been the first to take the throne, but I had worked for this. I had earned this place. I was the first born Alpha King, and nothing, not even Ethan’s refusal to honor his responsibilities, would take that from me. But the people… they feared a war. They would not tolerate it. Every day felt like a countdown to something catastrophic. I could feel it in my bones—t
Lianna: The silence in the car was suffocating, but I couldn’t bring myself to break it. My hands were clenched in my lap, fingers trembling as the drunken man’s words replayed in my mind. His voice echoed over and over, each vile accusation slicing through me like a jagged blade. Why would anyone think such? While msrried to Ethan, I barely saw the light of the day. I barely went out. My presence was barely shown outside enough for people to know who I really was. Was it Freya? Or had the maids who hated me even while I was treated awfully spread the news? Because that seemed to be the only reason that made sense to me because the hate was becoming too much for me to bear. Edward’s voice broke through my thoughts, calm and steady. “Lianna, don’t let that fool get to you. He was drunk, and his words meant nothing.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The weight in my chest was too heavy, pressing down until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I looked down at my lap and fought b
Edward: The atmosphere of the restaurant was welcoming enough, but it did little to soften the icy glares and hushed murmurs that followed us. I noticed the way the people stared at Lianna, disdain etched on their faces, their whispers heavy with judgment. It was infuriating, but I kept my composure. Let them look. Let them murmur. She deserved none of it, and if they couldn’t see her worth, it was their blindness, not hers. Lianna, however, seemed unaffected. She sat across from me, her shoulders straight, her chin lifted just enough to command respect without appearing aloof. When the waiter placed our dishes in front of us, she thanked him with a polite smile. Her poise, her grace—it was undeniable. I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table. “Does it bother you?” I asked softly. She raised an eyebrow, her fork hovering over her plate. “Does what bother me?” I nodded toward the room. “The stares. The whispers.” She shrugged, though there was a flash of somethi
Imogen: The room was suffocating. Ornate drapes danced across the walls as the wind blew, but they couldn't hide the rage being poured out beyond the door. My father's voice boomed, deep and sharp, startling me. "Insult after insult! HOW DARE THEY?" I paced from one end of my chambers to the other, fingers gripping the folds of my velvet gown. Each outburst of his fury made my heart race, not from fear of him, but of what his rage would lead to. The letter from the werewolf Pack was, in his eyes, nothing more than a slap in the face. And truthfully, I understood. But some part of me… some selfish, foolish part of me felt they deserved it. The disrespect they had shown my father couldn't be ignored. Still, my head was filled with other thoughts. Ethan. His name was like a bitter taste on my tongue. He had rejected me. Rejected my hand, rejected the union that could have mended this ever-growing rift between our kind. I stopped pacing and sank into the plush chair by the win
Lianna: Dinner with Edward. The thought alone was unnerving. The man had the uncanny ability to make me feel small and significant at the same time. As I adjusted the loose curls framing my face, I couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this outing. Dinner at the palace was routine, predictable even. But tonight? Tonight was different. Edward waited for me at the bottom of the grand staircase, his posture effortlessly regal. He had a small smile on his face. "You look beautiful," he said as his eyes swept over me, lingering for a moment longer than I was comfortable with. "Thank you," I replied, my voice quieter than I intended. "So, where exactly are we going?" He smirked, the corners of his lips tilting in that maddeningly smug way of his. "A restaurant in the heart of the Pack's village. Thought we could use a change of scenery." I frowned slightly. "Why not just have dinner here in the palace? It's more private, less… complicated." Edward chuckled, the sound