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
“Elaine!” Someone is calling my name. “Elaine, wake up!” I opened my eyes. “Tyler?” “You’re screaming, baby lamb,” Jose touched my forehead, who was standing beside my husband. “You don’t have a fever, do you?” “Maybe because of the baby,” Tyler said as he leaned his ears to my navel. Jose’s expression told me that he somehow forgets that I am in a delicate condition if Tyler did not mention it. “So have you already gone to the doctor?” Both of us shook our heads. “The doctor is tending to Melissa now. It’s her schedule. I’ll see if I can insert Elaine this afternoon for a check-up.” Jose nodded, handing me a glass of water. “Here’s some lukewarm water for you.” Tyler left me for a second before dialing to his phone. “Hello, doctor?” When my husband has gone a little far from us now, Jose sat beside me. The couch wobbles as he did. “Are you really pregnant?” Jose murmured to me. His whispe
Tyler grabbed my hands. And to my shock, he put it under his pants. I could feel it was already hard and ready to attack after we watched the adult actors on the screen of his laptop. I feel his warmth; beautiful warmth enveloped from my hand up to my arms. My cheeks blushed as soon as our eyes met. He couldn’t control himself anymore because of what he had taken out of the waistline of his trousers. With such a monstrosity I have ever seen from him, even in my alcohol-induced, hazy state, I felt uneasy. Thinking that it would be too much for me to accommodate, unbearable even. Green eyes met blue eyes, then the symphony of love-making began to play. His thick member had bulging blood vessels the shade of a deep, rich wine. In its engorged state, the fresh blood rushing to the end visibly pulsed. To say the raw size of the genitalia was as large as the Alpha of a pack—which he is—was not an exaggeration. It was actual
I did not know how to inhale anymore. But I still did breathe, letting the night know that I am still fucking here, alive and beautifully standing on the white tiled floor. The presence of her sent shivers down my spine. My body’s sudden outburst of cold sweats threatening to flood the kitchen. Rowena. I can see her smiling creepily at me. When I say creepily, it’s when a part of her face’s skin dangles from her head as it would peel off from her any second but she’s still smiling widely. But I don’t think I can reach her, touch her. As well as she to me. It’s as if we are in the same room but only one actually exists in this world: me. I don’t think I believe in the afterlife—or if Tyler’s kind believes in it—but wherever Rowena is now, I hope she’s in peace despite the mangled, horrible way she died. But who is this Rowena standing, floating in the air, before me? It’s midnight. And Tyler and I been asleep since eight i
Here I am again, dreaming. As if it’s the kingdom I ruled. But this time, it is not about Eliane. It is about Rowena Cruz, the friend who betrayed us. I admit we have only interacted briefly in that ghostly apparition of hers last night. But the way she cared for me during the days she was still alive—how she told me to run at that very night, at the night of my wedding in front of a so-called Jason…it makes me feel guilty. Rowena saved me that night, saved my heart from being torn away from my body on the very day that I will be giving my heart to my Alpha. “I thought you were going to deliver her to us.” The Hearteaters sneered down at Rowena, “Why did you tell her to run then?” That voice of utter darkness and unearthliness is making me grip the bars tightly as I stood as a phantom observing them. If shadows could speak, that would be the Hearteaters’ voice. One that you pray that you will never be able to hear again. One that you
Elaine's POV I was gaping at this lush scenery of waters and green and the sheer sight of nature just being nature: the glorious sound of waters rushing, birds chirping, and the harmony of colors green and blue and brown are so sophisticated I can say this is a paradise. It’s so quiet that you can hear your own heart throbbing within you. “The residents of Stella’s Soul only call this the Hidden Spring because it is obviously hidden.” I see why it’s hidden. The most beautiful things are the ones that have been hidden long enough for one to see it. This place can be reached by traversing through a mountain and cave first. Thanks to Tyler for letting me ride on his back—a piggy back ride to be exact. He suggested he shift but I can’t gulp the fact that I have to be bringing another backpack for his clothes to carry. “But I can just be naked when I shift back. It’s a spring anyway, and our main purpose there is to swim an
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