(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
“So much for crying.” Rowan slowly lifted his head. It was a pale-skinned hand bearing a handkerchief that stopped his red-rimmed eyes from flowing more tears. “You should stop now.” A sweet smile bloomed across Eliane’s features, making his focus drifting towards her. “Honestly, you could flood the entire forest with that sea of sorrows cascading from your face…” Rowan gave her a breathy, anxious laugh. “You only said that because you’re not the one who disappointed your father.” “You did not disappoint them,” Eliane sat beside him, her red cloak being caked by the soil. “They disappointed you.” “What?” He whipped his face to her. “Why?” The High Priestess snorted. “Because they could not ingest their principles to you for the reason that you will never understand their belief due to you not being like them.” Rowan does not understand her. And yet… “Sometimes, it feels good to be different,” she
“Alpha…” “Speak what you must have spoken earlier,” his father commanded. The sweating glass of sweet ale wrapped around his fingers. “I now accept the fact that I am no longer your heir since I am wolfless—” “Ever since you were born, I know deep down, you have no wolf.” Karin only glared at his son, blue eyes stared at brown eyes. “Not even a sliver of courage flows in your soul. You’re a failure, Rowan.” His father paused, to let everyone hear what he’s going to say next. “You are a failure. And from now on until the end of time, you are no longer my son…” Then Alpha Karin straightened his back as he rose from his seat, feet leading outside the tavern. “Don’t expect that you will last long in Stella’s Soul.” Then his father was gone—along with his scent and voice. But the words of Rowan’s father...it was like a wildfire and he is nothing but a single branch in the blazing forest where not even ashes could be seen. He
Present DayElaine’s POVMy body felt sore and tired; I still felt sleepy despite being asleep for seven hours already. But I stretch out my arms anyway, willing myself to wake up. It’s already around ten in the morning and the heat of the sun is already seeping in my skin. I looked to my side and Tyler was still snoring, hugging Taylor. A fluffy pillow was between his legs. I don’t even know how Taylor ended up in our bed. I ruffled his messy hair as I climbed down from the purple bed. I was not able to see the sunrise, where the sky will begin to bleed in tangerine and pink, and the water of the Luna’s Lake reflecting beautifully especially in this distance. Yet, the lake still glimmers with every sunshine sent by the heavens. I smiled, my sleeveless nightgown almost left my body when a strong mountain wind passed by. “You should have woken me up.” A pair of muscular arms appeared from my waist, holding my stomach.
I could spend the rest of my life hoping things could have been different. But it was no use to keep on wishing for some things that will never come true; it’s only a waste of time. It was better to be grateful for the little mercies life gave me. I’d rather choose to remember the way my fate was always meant this way—to experience happiness while worrying if death will take it away any second I blink or breathe. I turned my head away from Tyler’s mansion, where most of our memories reside. Bile rises in my throat. Do I deserve these all? The luxury, this village, the sexiest and most thoughtful husband— I still felt as if I had never been here, that I should not be here. The voices of my sister, Lyta Rutherford and her mother echoing in my mind, ordering me to go buy groceries with the money I just got as salary as a waitress. I don’t know if these emotions are mine at all or is this because I am carrying me and Tyler’s chi
The hand released me after a minute of struggling. When I managed to gather enough air to breathe, I turned away from the fountain. I search for someone’s presence. But no one’s around. I looked to the side, behind. In front and on top of Selena’s Wall where ravens usually rest. But no one was around me; no one was with me in Aurora’s Waters in this gilded fountain. Only silence devoured the entire space. “Elaine, you’ve been—oh my Aurora, why are you so wet?!” Melissa rushed to me, holding on to her belly as she ran to where I am sitting on the ground. “I’m fine—for now,” I replied with a gloomy voice. My face is so wet as well as my clothes, waters dripping from my hair and body as I stood and strolled towards her. The wind brushing in my path makes me shake in coldness, not to mention I am only wearing a thin see-through dress over a white sleeveless and shorts. “Someone tried to drown me,” I blurted out
To laugh or to ask Jose if that’s true, that is the question. “She’s my friend and sister type. Elaine’s not my lover type,” the Beta immediately went in front of me. “Why are you acting as if I’m going to attack my wife?” Jose snorted. “I’m not doing it because of that.” “What is it then?” It was me who asked. “My shorts have a whole on the back,” Jose whispered. “I’m not wearing any underwear since it’s been hanging out for the sun to dry yet.” He looked to the side, his fluffy and smiling face returned. “I heard that,” Tyler grinned, hoisting his phone in the air. “Now turn around, pup. Your social media followers are dying to see that chunky, chocolate-ish fat ass.” “Shut up, Stormbringer and bring your wife to the dining room. I will prepare the feast for us.” Tyler only made fun of Jose behind as we both strolled after him. Tyler showed me Jose’s shirtless photos as Pegasus coiled on
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