LIANNA’S POV
"Lianna?" He was surprised to see me as well.
We had been best friends since school even though he was several classes my senior and that was only because I had been doubly promoted several times. But we drifted apart when Ethan and I started dating. And then he just left with no goodbyes or explanations.
"Oh my God." I smiled. "You look great." He had always been handsome but the past year had been good for him. His features were now more defined. His brown eyes looked almost dark now and his pink lips were fuller. His killer jaw was covered with a light stubble. His smile faded as he gave me a quick inspection with his eyes. Even before the man attacked me I already looked horrible. Dirty and tired and my eyes were likely swollen since I spent most of the day in tears now my clothes were in shambles and I had bruises all over my body "Let me take you home." He started toward his car parked on the other side of the road. "No no, you didn't have to, I'm sure you have something better to do." I didn't want to be anywhere near Ethan's brother. "If you don't want me to drive you home, I'll just ask Ethan to come to pick you up." "No!" I cut him short and he looked at me confused. "It's just that it's late and I'm sure he is sleeping. I don't want to wake him up." I lied. "You just went through . . . A traumatic event. " He said. " and I never knew my brother to be an early sleeper." "People change." I swallowed as I said the words. I had changed also, pain had changed me. I was no longer the wide-eyed girl he knew. "Well, do you mind coming back with me to my hotel?" As I pondered the question he added; "it's a suite, there are extra rooms." Of course, their family had always been rich, the perks of being from royalty and since my only other option was to sleep under a bridge, I agreed to go back with him. The drive was a short and silent one, I know he knew I wasn't telling him the truth. But how could I tell him that his brother abused me? Would he even believe me? I murmured a thank you when he opened the car door for me at the entrance of the luxury hotel. The last time someone opened a door for me was before I married Ethan. When we got in he showed me my room and gave me some privacy. I immediately pulled off my dirty clothes and took a long hot shower. As I bathed some parts of my body ached and thinking of everything that happened a few tears escaped my eyes. When I came out of the bathroom I saw clean clothes laid out on the bed, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, both of which were undoubtedly too big for me. I smiled, Sebastian has always been the most thoughtful person I know. My stomach growled as I put on the clothes, a reminder of how long it had been since I last ate. I folded the loose ends and went to the mirror on the vanity and just as I guessed my eyes were puffy and red. I looked 10 years older than the 21 I was and I had lost weight over the past year. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and went to look for Sebastian.I nearly bumped into him when I opened the door.
"Sorry." We both said at the same time. "I was going to-" "I was coming to-" We started talking at the same time again. "You go first." I laughed. "I was coming to tell you dinner was here." He grinned. "Great, I'm starving." I followed him to the parlour and my mouth watered at the sight of the cuisine spread out on the table. When we sat, he looked at me and frowned before looking away.“Thank you.” I blurted without looking at him. Too afraid of what he might see if he looked at me too long.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head no.
“ Is there anyone you’d like to talk to now?”
“No,” I said softly and thankfully he nodded. I had no friends and my husband tried to have me raped. At first, I tried to eat in smaller lady-like bites but after the first few I gave up and started to eat heartily. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked gently as he watched me. "Breakfast," I answered without thinking. "Are you trying to give yourself an ulcer or does it have to do with why you don’t want to talk to Ethan?" I paused with a spoon halfway to my mouth and remembered how Ethan used me as his trash. "Allergies," I muttered and put down the spoon, suddenly losing my appetite. "Stop lying to me, Lianna." The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. "When did you come back? To the pack?" I asked. "Today." He answered quietly. That explains why he hadn't heard the rumours about me, the whore gold digger. "It doesn't matter, you're never here. I'll just pour my heart out to you and you'll have disappeared the next morning." I said, referring to how he left. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd even notice. You were so in love with my brother." My eyes started to water at the reminder of that and I quickly blinked it away. "You didn't even say goodbye." I smiled sadly. "I'm here now." "We were friends for years and you didn't even say goodbye. And now you think you can just walk back into my life." I yelled at him out of anger and pain. He stood up from where he was and pulled me into a hug and I completely broke down. Crying and screaming against his chest. After a while when my tears had subsided, he repeated his question. "What happened to you?" He asked as he wiped my tears and stroked my hair, I felt so warm and safe with him. "Today or the past year?" I sniffled. "Let's start with today." "I went out to see my friend and when I came home Ethan was there, he was angry even though he smelt like a woman's perfume. But at least he was drunk." "What do you mean at least he was drunk?" "He doesn't beat me when he is drunk," I replied and felt Sebastian’s whole body tense up. "He brought his pregnant mistress, and told me I was going to be her maid, so I left. I begged him to reject me and set me free. He did but I had nowhere to go but anywhere was better than there." I continued recalling the humiliation and pain I felt. "I'm so sorry Lianna. I'll take care of him. I'll make him pay for what he did to you." His eyes darkened as he said the words.LIANNA'S POV He started to pull away but I held him, I needed him right now. And I was scared of what he would do in his current state. Because at that moment, he looked like he was ready to kill Ethan for me. "No just stay with me. Stay and be my friend" And I felt him nod against my forehead. The next thing I remember I was waking up in the morning. I got up to pee and brush my teeth and when I checked the time it was 10:15 am. The feeling of sleeping in was a bit strange since Ethan always made me wake up at dawn to do house chores and cook and if there was nothing to do he would create things to do. As I turned on the tap, everything that happened yesterday came back rushing into my head and I had to press my fingers against my eyelids to stop myself from crying. I didn't want to give Sebastian any more reason to worry. Oh my God, how was I going to face him after yesterday? What would have happened if he hadn’t come along and saved me? I didn't want him to treat me
LIANNA'S POV "What?" Did I hear him correctly? "Marry me." He repeated smiling. "Fuck you." I spat at him and started to walk away. "Lianna wait." He said urgently. "I tell you what I've been through and you think it's cool to make a cruel joke like this." "No, it's not that. I would never do that." "Then what the fuck do you mean by that." "I mean it, Lianna. Mate with me." I stared at him blankly. "I mean it. Think about the advantages." "Advantages? What advantages? Do you want to solve my marriage problems with another one? Am I supposed to use one brother to cancel out the other? I'm already being called a gold-digging whore and now you want me to marry the elder brother of my ex-husband who happens to be the rich former Alpha. They would bury me alive." "Only if you let them. Ethan mistreated you, I would never do that I would show them just how valuable and important you are. And even if they still didn't like you no one would dare say a negative word to you, not eve
Lianna: I had said those words without thinking and now, I wasn't so sure if that's what I wanted. I didn't know how exactly to feel. I glanced at him as he swerved out of the Palace, his jaw clenched and his fingers tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. While I wanted to reach out to him and run my fingers through his hair, I knew it was an absolutely bad idea that wouldn't age well. And I didn't want anything like that. So I remained glued to my seat, replaying memories from minutes ago over and over again. I felt humiliated. Today's encounter was the final straw that broke the horse's back. Seeing Ethan look at me with so much disdain broke my heart further. He didn't even try to come to my rescue when Freya tossed that note for me to read out loud. I had thought he wanted me to stop reading it because he felt guilty for the position I had been in, but it turned out he was probably irritated by my voice and how pathetic I looked. Where did it all go wrong?
Lianna: I finally slept off. My eyes were really tired and droopy by then. I woke up later at night, breathing heavily as I clutched my chest. I had woken up from a nightmare and of course, Ethan was the one in my dreams, reminding me that I was worthless no matter how much I tried to find my worth. Leaning against the bed, I stared out of the window, into the dark night. The fear was crippling. So crippling I could barely breathe. I fought against the thoughts that dominated my mind but it was damn near impossible to get rid of them. I wished there was a way for me to actually just...be. Just fucking be. But I knew I had to sit in this feeling for as long as I could so every day I woke up, it would be less painful than the last. My stomach rumbled and I knew I was hungry. Climbing out of the bed, I padded my feet across the room and made my way out of the room. Not only was I hungry, I was thirsty. Eating a few snacks wasn't going to hurt. The whole suit was dark, s
Edward: As soon as I woke up the next morning, I headed straight for the Palace. My Beta, Harvey, had called the council elders together as there was an important meeting to be held. Lianna was still fast asleep and didn't even move an inch as I walked around that morning. It made me wonder how much she must have given up sleep to cater to my brother. I slowly started to loathe him. Lianna was the gentlest soul I ever knew. She was always smiling t everyone and trying to make everyone feel better. So why the fuck did he do all that to her? And they were mates? It was beyond me how he could do such to her. Fucking beyond me how the little brother I had thought to respect people turned into a monster. Fuck him. I climbed into my car and zoomed off towards the Palace. I arrived in less than ten minutes and handed my keys to one of the guards hanging around. "The elders are waiting," Harvey said as soon as I got to the entrance of the Palace. He fell into step w
Edward: "Brother!" Ethan called after me, the sound of his boots thudding against the grounds. "Wait and listen to me for crying out loud!" "Take care of things," I said to Harvey. "Make sure no one gets hurt." He nodded and stepped out of the Palace. Slowing down, I turned to Ethan who had just stopped running and was breathing heavily. I was almost disgusted at the sight of him. He had grown plump over the years which was a rare occurrence for our kind, as we had an amazing metabolism that made it hard for us to store excess fat. For him to have gotten this big, that meant he was probably engaging in awful and disgusting acts of gluttony. "What is it?" I asked, folding one arm over the other. "Why did you just walk in here to disrupt everything?!" He cried. "Things have been going really well, only for you to come here and poison the mind of my elders!" "Poison the mind of 'your' elders?" I burst into laughter. "Oh, c'mon. Don't even say that. I saw the way you
Ethan: I paced from one end of the room to the other. I was fucking angry. Fucking livid! Just when I thought things were going right, my brother had to return. Fuck him. Fuck him for ruining things for me. I grabbed the decanter of alcohol I had been drinking and crashed it into the wall. Its content spilled to the ground and I leaned back, breathing heavily. "Fuck!" I screamed. "Fuck this!" The door was pushed open and a maid timidly walked in. I immediately glared at her. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Alpha Ethan, your Luna requests your presence." At this time? What the fuck was wrong with Freya? Did she not realise what was going on or did she just have a fucking time blindness? Fuck her! "Get the hell out of my sight. Right now!" I growled. She nodded immediately and slipped out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, I began destroying everything in the room. I pushed the desk and turned it over, scattered all the files around and pushed the
Lianna: When I woke up, the house empty. I stepped out of my room and found a note plastered against the fridge. It was a note from Edward telling me he was going to be out for a few hours and that there was breakfast for me in the microwave. I smiled, my fingers grazing over his beautiful cursive handwriting. I remembered this handwriting from a long time ago. I used to love staring at him write at the time and whenever he caught me doing that, I would unabashedly tell him how much I loved doing it. But now, it felt different. He wrote like someone who had his life organised and I fucking loved it. While I had breakfast, I took my time to look around. Of course, this was a suite, but it looked like it was a living space, tailored to fit someone with a specific taste. The meal was also nice. I had oatmeal and cinnamon flavoured pancakes for breakfast and by the time I was done, I was already sleepy. Somehow, it made sense why I was always getting tired after doing
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