Tyler’s POVI look to my side, to where my woman is still panting. I started the car and headed for the secret exit. We have another exit and entrance in the wall that is only reserved for lavish cars like this one I’m using, just a little farther from the Lodge of the Luna. I waved a hand to Garrick and his twin Derrick. The two Black Wolves are in-charge of guarding the pathway this week. “Going outside, Moonstorm?” Garrick gave me a high-five as he pressed the button that lifted the metallic bars of the gate. A forest so green and wet, probably because of the rain last night, greeted us early in the morning. Two White Wolves in their wolf form guard outside, situated at either side of the gate as if they are just common white wolves in this forest. Theo and Leo, who are my most talented Betas when it comes to summoning fire and making ice swords in a blink of an eye, are in charge of looking outside Selena’s Wall for stray humans who
“Will you, Elaine Winona Rutherford, take me as your husband, friend, mate, master, and slave until our hearts ceased to beat together?” I did not know what to say. I freaking don’t. I just stared at the heart-shaped sapphire stone that ornaments the gilded engagement ring. It is already making me drool, especially when a ray of sunlight casts its way into our direction, the ring glinting like diamonds in the sky. All I notice is that a pool of tears starts to escape from my mouth, along with my gaping and stuttering. “Just say yes,” he whispered, ivory teeth flashing. I didn’t need to look at our companions’ expressions when Tyler said that. “Yes.” There, I said it. “I will be your wife, friend, mate, master, and slave as well. Until our hearts ceased to beat together.” Finally I said it, as if this was an actual marriage proposal. As if I wasn’t abducted from my home and laid me on a stone table for an Alpha to carry me in his shoulder
Tyler’s POV“Have you had enough?” She glanced up to me, mouth twitching to a faint smile. “No, thank you. My pussycat is still badly aching.” I laughed way hard; so hard that it bounced off at every leaf and flower living and growing in this garden. “Elaine Winona Rutherford, the soon to be Mrs. Tyler Jane Moonstorm, I am talking about the breakfast at The Gazebo.” Realization struck her like a lightning crashing a tree. “Oh…” Her expressions made me giggle even more, to the point that even Remus himself is cackling like a quacking duckling, “Oh!” She scratched her head. “I thought you wanted to jackhammer me in this garden.” “Fuck!” My cheeks turned red. She’s not lying though. “Okay, stop it.” “Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” “I was not talking to you.” And I burst out laughing again, turning my back from her so that she will not be embarrassed that she is the cause of me
Elaine’s POVI guess it’s because of the breakfast at The Gazebo that made me hold on to Tyler’s muscular arm tightly, walking with him on the busy street of Moonburn at almost eleven in the morning. I don’t know where he’s taking me. He said it’s a surprise. I pinch his muscles. It was so firm and strong, brute and intimidating. Tyler’s expression did not so much as shift except for the jerking of his chin and the twitching of his stubble. “Tyler?” “Hm?” He did not look at me though. His eyes remained on the road we were walking. “Why did you propose to me in front of them like a mortal fiancé?” Tyler stopped, slowly turning to face me. “If you’ve been abducted by a mafia boss, do you agree to marry him when all he did is just show you his face and body and cock?” “Maybe. Why?” Tyler rubbed a hand on his jaw. “You know, Elaine. You are often slow…” “What kind of slow?” I snorte
The boutique is clean and white. But the colors of gray and pink may have been the reason why the interiors are deemed as beautiful. The huge leather couch that I am sitting on is gray in color. Pink swirling designs that appear as a rose and a head of a wolf on the center accentuate the furniture even more, same as the couch where Pegasus is napping. The vases are smoothly gray and snaked with pink geometry designs. The carpet is even gray and soft. It made me almost cringe because it’s like it’s derived from a dozen gray wolf skin and sewed together in order to make a grand carpet for human feet to brush on. “Are you alright?” Tyler never failed me to ask that, as if every second I breathe, danger will eventually be knocking on my door. Well, it even entered the boutique minutes ago. “I’m fine. She did not manage to touch me.” “Good,” he remarked. “Or else that Hearteater will be luring you into Sel
“Don’t tell me the mayor also knew about you?” I questioned, arms knitted behind my back. We are trekking through the forest; the same pathway where he led me that night of February 29th . But Tyler only smirked at my query in a way that I only see Cersei Lannister of HBO’s Game of Thrones did. “We are the one who put him there,” he breathed. “We?” My brows met. “So it’s the Trinity Alphas then who put Mayor Winterwood in his current seat,” I remarked. The youngest Moonstorm only shrugged, eyes darting to the heavens. The waxing moon has now awakened, bathing the sky in its silver light. And the waxing moon means that the full moon is nearing—as well as my wedding. Our wedding, the day Tyler and me will be as one. Bound under the light of Selena, the great Moon Goddess. “It’s drizzling!” I exclaimed. Tears from the sky slowly get my hair wet, then my dress. Until rain finally poured onto us
Tyler’s POVMy butler opened the door for us. I can see it in his eyes on how both soaked in rain we are . The fragrance of petrichor is strongly shrouding me and Elaine. Not to mention our clothes are covered in mud and grass dirt. “Good morning, Sir!” I already told him he can drop his British accent since Elaine is a French-American anyway. “Good mo—Wait a minute, why did you say morning, Robert?” I asked my butler, who forgot to tie his night robe. “It’s already one o’clock in the morning, Sir.” Still, he is speaking in an impressive British accent that I only hear when he’s nervous. “No need to be nervous, Robert. Miss Elaine is an American.” “Very well, Sir!” Yes, his accent still didn’t change. “Anyway, is our dinn—” “Is our food still hot?” Elaine cut in, hand to her rumbling stomach. “We are definitely starving.” “Yes, Madam. I prepared two pots of goat stew and a dozen
Tyler’s POV‘Is that how clumsy she is?’ Remus snarled. ‘Or is that her form of excuse so that she can just touch you again?’ I laughed at him. ‘Just let her act as if she needs us all the time. It makes our hearts flutter with butterflies.’ ‘Not for me.’ I swear I can feel Remus’ eyes rolling. “So now, we are going to watch Twilight.” My brows met. Our eyes met. “Why is it titled like that?” But my snow flower just smirked. “Just watch and you shall see,” she muttered. The opening credits rolled in and I don’t see why she’s so excited. “I’m rewatching this for the thirteenth time,” she said, eyes focused on the movie. “And I still feel goosebumps.” ‘Now, that’s weird for us,’ Remus blurted. The wolf inside me is even confused. Though I am curious on how the movie industry portrays us. Minutes have passed and it’s just about this not-so-hot girl who now lived with her father and went to a
This is my fucking third book, which took me almost six months to finish. *laughing devilishly* You might be surprised why this has a sad/shocking ending. But I’d like to point out that not all stories end in “happily ever after”. I look forward to expanding the story of Elaine and Tyler. But as long as it does not harbor enough readers, the ending remains as it is. If ever enough readers would demand a sequel or a better love story between Elaine and Tyler, then I shall provide you/them a story that will fulfill happiness and give justice to the characters. I’m sorry if this story ends this way as there are things that made me stop at that point. As a writer with limited resources and is struggling, I commit to my very best to provide you quality and unique stories that will somehow quench your reader taste. To be honest, up until now, I am still learning the world of werewolves and fated mates and stuff. That’s why my n
Jason’s face crumpled and stared at the wounds on his body. “Don’t you think it’s weird?” “What?” “I’ve been kidnapped, but they treated my wounds.” “Yeah, I agree. What else could be the reason that they were keeping you alive?” Jason scratches his chin and looks at the ceiling seriously. “I don’t know…” He continues, “They’re trying to get something from me.” His jaw locked. We fell in silence. He looked at me again. “Where’s Elaine by the way?” I blushed. “She’s out to get me food.” I lied with a poker face. “Oh,” he nodded, “you’re hungry…” “Yeah. I crave something… sweet.” He fell quiet. “Let’s just wait for her.” Both of us agreed to ‘wait’ for Elaine before we escaped to my white mansion. Elaine has been kidnapped by them, and I woke up in my mansion after that with my brother pounding on the doorstep. However, a blaring sound of an alarm echoed inside, and a monotone and robotic voice spoke on the speaker. “Code 134. Code 134. Code 134. An alien got into the hospita
I know Rowan is stupid, but I didn’t expect him to be dumber than a street dog. He only had a few back up from his kind, but half of them were now on the floor. People were going crazy inside the restaurant as I stumbled on my table and grabbed Elaine’s wrist to get her out of this place. However, a blonde Hearteater kicked my knees and pounced on Elaine’s face. And my wife was thrown away from my grip. Words have no place in a fight to the death. My vision blurs and I no longer fucking care who I’ll kill. Anyone who tries to intervene me will fucking die. I lunged at Rowan but fainted at the last second. He goes whistling past me. Rowan encircled me first before his hands stretched out to grab me. I leap onto Rowan like a howler monkey. When he throws his hands up into my hair and yanks, bending over and trying to flip me off, I cling for dear life, viciously digging my nails into him as hard as I can, tightening my grip like a freaking boa constrictor. He spins and rushes ba
Luna Elaine and I got into a fight an hour later after that. I was ready to prepare for a war. I trained my pack like an army, where death sweeps to wherever we fought alongside each other. Those who want to be part of our journey will sign up voluntarily, those who don't want to, they can freely not. I’m not an authoritarian leader, so it’s up to the choice they will make. However, all men signed up. No one backed down. “Elaine…” I sighed, looking at her tucked up in our bed. She’s been like this for the past few days. I was so busy with the pack that I could only check her up in the evening. Tonight, I couldn’t hold the deafening silence between us anymore. “Please, my wife, don’t be like this.” No response was heard a heartbeat later. “Can you just support me?” I heard her muttering a heavy sigh before turning at me. “Why will I support someone who wants to be a killer? You’ll be no different compared to the Hearteaters.” My jaw moved, and I couldn’t help but to look awa
Tyler’s POV I thought it will be a peaceful night. We were bombarded with the news circulating in the pack about a pulp who was found dead in the middle of the woods. The guards who were having their nightly rotation immediately reported to the headquarter’s office about the said situation. “We thought it was a human, but it turns out it was one of our pack, Alpha,” Geoffrey, a guard on duty, explained to me. A mixture of jasmine and vanilla filled my nose.I glanced at the far left corner, and there, I saw Elaine’s shadow. Her eyes were telling me that she was worried. Very worried. I quickly went to her and grabbed her arms. “What are you doing here?!” “What do you mean?” She scoffed. “Someone from Stella’s Soul is dead!” “As if it was new to you,” I growled. “That’s why you shouldn’t be here, Elaine. Go back to our mansion!” “Are you kidding me, Tyler?” “No, I am not.” I sighed, my chest felt heavy while my eyes roamed around the place. The guards saw my gesture as a
Tyler’s POV The smell of burning flesh flooded the air, choking me in desperation as I watched my wife burn. My wife. My mate. “My Elaine…” ‘You love her?’ Remus asked. I continue to watch flames erupt from her and burn the nearby grass. “Yes,” I muttered loudly. As loud as Elaine’s shrieks, whose bones are probably melting this very second I hesitated. ‘Then save her.’ Hesitation flooded my face and mind. But this is not the time to cower. No, I have been a coward long enough. It’s time to make little sacrifices of my own. I forced my body and soul to crawl near her, disregarding the tears that tried to hinder my sheer sight. Elaine sacrificed herself for us—burned herself for us, even killing our child in her womb. This is wrong. Utterly wrong. Minutes ago, I imagined her killing myself—drowning her into the very spring where I used to bathe to clear my thoughts.
Tyler’s POV I parted my mouth from her trembling lips. She was cold and pale despite the balmy breeze here in the spring. Something is wrong with her. I can smell it. Feel it. My hands immediately reached for her bag even before she could protest. And there was only gasoline and matches, a torch and a lighter. “So we’re going to have a barbecue and you didn’t bring any meat?” She chuckled, eyes looking straight at the body of water before us. “I hope you can teach me how to hunt. A rabbit will do.” She’s been speaking all along without looking me in the eyes. Something is very wrong here. The doctor just called me minutes ago that Elaine is acting suspiciously, disturbingly. Asking questions about burning and suicide, says it’s about a book she’s reading. The once joyful Elaine, my Elaine, has suddenly become cold and distant. Scared and worried. “What’s wrong, my snow flower?” She
Several full moons have passed, distress is still whispering in my mind. I have finished reading Rowena’s journal as far as I can remember—before the moment my eyes burned upon Tyler seeing a bloody blade in the trash, forcing me to make up excuses believable enough for a pregnant, powerless eighteen-year-old woman like me. I never felt sadder than today. It felt like, since I already knew enough from Rowena’s journal, I no longer felt the need to live. And I…I remained prepared for whatever unexpected might happen. What unexpected things I might let happen. I stared at the she-wolf doctor’s face. She’s calm and gorgeous compared to me. I might still look beautiful on the outside. But deep inside, I’m panicking. Quivering and anxious about what may happen in any minute now. I’m ready to die, yet still afraid of death. “You must be extra careful, Elaine. Since you’re in your final trimester, you’r
“Why are we having pasta for breakfast again?” Tyler sighed, his muscles tensing. “For carbs and to give us energy, I guess.” Even if he’s going to feed me a bucket of Carbonara, it will still not give me enough energy to face Eliane. To face all of these shenanigans and bullshits that has been causing chaos in my head. I thought being here in Stella’s Soul is just being a wife to a werewolf, pleasing the Alpha, being good to other Stella’s Soul residents, fucking my Alpha husband and giving birth to his heir. Those were the things I have expected ever since I’ve learned about their world. Until I learned about the Hearteaters. And Rowena and dark magic, Eliane and this fucking bitchcraft which involves the fact that I must die so that the latter can resurrect. “Why Elaine? You don’t like pasta for breakfast?” I nodded. I forced my feet to stand when he blocked me, eyes burning with emotions I couldn’t fathom