“Jason…” I spoke his name as if it was Tyler’s. I really thought at first that it was Tyler. Thank God it was not him. Or maybe I should be thankful it was him? The Worm Moon was already shining brightly amidst the evening, my shoulders are gilded in silver thanks to its light. After a while, the air began to change as I returned my attention to my fiance’s brother. I lifted my head and drank in the cool smell of the cold wind, closing my eyes so I could breathe in it more. It carried something pungent and foul on the moist breeze. Someone stomped a foot. It reverberated in this narrow dark place so I opened my eyes in an instant. “We’re right here, Elaine.” Jason swept his arm towards the view of empty cells around him while his gaze was steadily on me, watching and waiting. “So stop shutting your eyes and look at us.” I took in a deep breath and held it. In front of me is a man capable of reading thoughts and manipulating
I stood at the end of the blood red carpet, its color is the same as a strawberry jam. This is the length of the walk I shall take. From the entrance of the wall in Stella’s Soul until the Temple of the Trinity Goddess. And that would be around fifteen to twenty minutes of walk. Sheesh. ‘Is this a wedding or a Walk for a Cause? Or maybe a walking marathon…’ I mused, secretly laughing. My stomach could have crumbled before me. The wild ride from Rowena’s prison to the building where I wore the wedding dress is still making my legs shake. And now, I am going to experience the second part of that?‘Help me, Moon Goddess…’ I prayed.Cold sweats from my face that could be mistaken as tears start to plummet on the red carpet. Meah is my Maid of Honor tonight since she’s the only unmarried one that became close to me. Melissa stood as my mother and sister since I both don’t have one, her hand atop her round belly before we were sepa
“We are gathered here today for this sacred ceremony, where Elaine Winona of the mortal realm shall be bound under the light of the Worm Moon to Tyler Jane Moonstorm, Alpha of the Silver Pack, Protector of Stella’s Soul, Guardian of Moonburn, and the Stormbringer.” ‘Breathe, Elaine. Breathe…’ I repeated to myself as I looked at Jane’s face directly. “Before the commencement of this matrimony, is there anyone who would like to go against this lunar union?” ‘Don’t go to the wedding, Elaine…’ I ignored the whispering words. I looked around, searching for Rowena because she’s the only one I knew who would go against this wedding. But only silence answered back. “As of 12:12, no one would dare to go against the lunar union of Elaine Winona and Tyler Jane Moonstorm,” Jane, with her silver hair swinging, took a deep breath. “Let us begin.” It became windy, so windy that my veil threatened to rip apart from m
Tyler parted his lips first. I was left panting, grasping his wrist as I caught my breath. “I love you,” he murmured as he slowly pulled away his face. “I love you too.” As the sound of the silver-and-blue bells spread in the air, Tyler and I walked the blood red carpet with hands entwined to one another, souls bound to each other. We walked down the carpet not just as husband and wife, but as two souls connected with a far deeper bond— We walked down the aisle as mates, unyielding and unbroken. Shining and jovial as ever. “Long live Elaine and Tyler!” Everyone cheered as each one of them raised a flower. I don’t know why they are saying as if we're newly crowned English royalty but I smiled anyway. As they hoisted their flowers, a strong wind blew every last petal away from the stem. It was such a mesmerizing view—a shower of petals that seemed like cascading from the starry sky.
I am wearing a cerulean blue dress—the color of my Alpha’s eyes. Its sleeves reached my elbow, and the neck has more of a U-cut than the V-cut ones I often wear for the past weeks since I arrived. This is more conservative. Since I’m married now, I only want Tyler to be the one to see my asset beneath this layer of clothing. “Can we dig into the reception now?” I purred to Tyler, whose nose is still flaring at Meah. The in-house mortal servant only grinned like a Cheshire cat. I grabbed Tyler’s hands and hoisted him from his seat, leading him outside this room from one of their little hospitals within Stella’s Soul. The Arena is still full of people. When Melissa saw us, she waved a hand to the table meant for the newly-weds. Pop music flooded the air where Jason is the vocalist. As I sat at the table, a tray of food was already beside mine: sizzling butter scallops, a huge grilled lobster, filet mignon, and a bowl of
“The light from the party has turned bluish…” I said to Tyler as he locked my bra while my back faced him. A woman should always marry a man who knows how to lock and unlock a bra. “It’s time for a toast,” Tyler only kissed my nape. One moment, lights burst into various colors of the rainbow. Now, it was utterly blue for minutes already. “You will find out as soon as we return to The Arena,” he barked as he threw me my white lace underwear. Looking up to him, his untamed sexiness did not falter, I grinned like a pussy cat. “I can’t get enough of you, wolfie.” Alpha Tyler touched my flesh before wrapping his arm in my waist. “Neither did I.” *** “Okay, everybody. Listen up!” Jason’s cheeks are now colored in red. ‘Is it because of the alcohol?’ “We have now reached the end of our party.” The entire people groaned. Good thing Jose is behind him and is still not yet fully intoxicated. “What Jaso
(Told in 3rd POV) 200 years ago… “You shall be the Alpha if something ever happens to me or to my son before he turns eighteen…” Those words reverberated in Rowan’s ears as he inched his ears closer to the wall. His father is talking to Beta Geoffrey just a day before the night of his eighteenth birthday. Rowan does not know what to feel. He feels excited because his birthday is nearing. But he also feels pressured because, anytime, his father can replace him if Rowan disappoints the current Alpha. It’s as if everything he has waited for years and years of his life will be taken away in a blink of an eye. Rowan put a hand to his chest, where his throbbing heart is caged within him: scared but eager. Frantic, he climbed to the peak of Selena’s Wall, where the view in the city of Moonburn as well as the secret village of Stella’s Soul can be both seen. Rowan drank in the taste of full moon night; crisp and cool, those feelings lightened the emo
Sunlight warmed Rowan’s cheeks as his fist landed on another punching bag made of hay. ‘Today is the day,’ he mused, a set of white teeth flashing as his smile slowly made its way to his face. He feels excited and happy. But at the same time, the nerve of anxiety seeped into his bones as the chilling thought of being wolfless run down his spine. Rowan’s early morning daily schedule already includes this: exercising and letting his body be drenched in heat and sweat, sunlight and warmth. And thinking. Overthinking. The sons of other Alphas said that it is just normal to worry, especially one’s eighteenth birthday and the day one’s wolf will be awakened will happen at the same time. But to Rowan…“I will have a wolf, father.” He declared to the wind, a morning prayer to the Three Goddesses who blessed their land. “I will not disappoint everyone.” “Or maybe they will disappoint you.” A pair of emeral
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