We arrived at an altar made of stone, which reminds me of a Marian grotto that I and the Rutherford family visited on the west coast. It was only a little one; the size of it probably is enough for two people and not the one like we visited where five people can enter all at once. Three huge candles are in the center, all are white. In one glance, it showed signs that they have been used many times. Tyler waved his hand and the candle’s wick immediately started burning, the flame dancing in my eyes. No statues can be seen unlike the ones I see in a Cathedral church, where several different versions of the Virgin Mary representations are displayed. There are versions of her wearing a white veil while holding the Emmanuel in her arms. Some statues also depict her as having curly hair and some are depicting her with a more Westerner appearance rather than the original Israeli look. But here…it was just the stone altar and the candles, me an
I couldn’t believe it—me and Tyler going outside of Stella’s Soul for our honeymoon. It is certainly another sweet surprise in the air. It just felt like yesterday where I have been compelled to be sacrificed by my neighbors. My heart would often still feel like this is a dream to have this fantastic life with the man I bedded last year. Yesterday, Tyler surprised me that we are allowed to go outside the wall for our honeymoon for four days. He didn’t tell me if it is within Moonburn or Washington or are we going overseas, which adds up the fuel of excitement inside of me.I was thinking what country are we about to have a trip to. The West Coast? East Coast? Europe? Asia? God, I’m so excited! I have never felt this alive and eager before. Going out of the bathroom, I almost shrieked when I saw my half-naked husband with only a towel draping on his torso to cover his poking sex. Just… seriously? He has a boner early in the morning?‘Werewolves…’ I mused.He
“Good girl,” he smirked in a despicable manner while he patted my head like a little bitch. Slowly, Tyler cupped my face. His other hand drifted away into my wet core, pushing a finger every time I blinked and pulling as I looked straight in his eyes. “Now kiss me on the neck and scratch it using your forefinger.” Inside my head, I wanted to protest badly. But his sexiness and the fact he’s using his Alpha voice to command me…I cannot. I am a slave today; the slave’s master is the man she’s married to. And that is why I fucking love my Alpha Tyler, because despite of those horrendous things happened around him, his dick still has the capability to stand tall.Obeying like a good little wolf, I moved my head and started kissing his neck. Each kiss is a little reminder that he’s here with me and I am still with him, alive and breathing; horny but loving. My hand slipped from his hardened stomach down to the tip of his towel to reveal his p
“You look familiar…” Someone said from behind. His jovial voice is masculine enough to be a straight man. Turning his body towards me, my eyes widened with shock because it was Maven, the only close male friend I had back then in my mortal life, back when we were still living in Maine. Last time we had a conversation was a year ago, maybe more.“Elaine?! Oh my—” he blurted out my name out so loud that the passengers around us knitted their brows. He apologized to the people before turning back at me. “Sorry, but God…is that you?” His eyes traveled all the way from my face down to the Louis Vuitton shoes I am wearing and to the 24-karat gold necklace ornamenting my neck. “You look… wow. I don’t even recognize you at all!” My heart suddenly melted because, after all, Maven and I were good friends back then. He was the only guy who treated me right and made me feel alive. It was great to see a familiar person here on the plane. At least, my thoughts won’t be flooded by some
I have researched Santorini before, and it was one of my travel bucket lists back when I was just the Rutherfords’ household maid and money provider. And a mere teenager. My mouth stretched into a smile because of that realization. And to think that this was all for free…‘I love my husband very much.’ Yes, my hatred towards him has already vanished now. And wherever Maven is, I hope he is happy without me. I hope he will remain successful in his endeavors. Even though I am physically here, I can’t stop telling myself that visiting Greece for the first time is indeed a dream come true. The weather, the scent, the people and scenery—everything is so perfect that one might think it is straight from my imagination. Santorini is the most popular Greek island. The sunset views from Oia, as far as I can remember, the northernmost village of this small island, are many people’s answer to the question, “What is Greece famous for?” While I fe
Tyler brought me to a fine dining restaurant, one where the sky becomes our roof and the shades of sunset gilded the plate and glasses. I am so content with my life now. I have a fine dinner plus a fine and cocky husband. I am back to my Tyler-worshipping mood, my irritation from him has now dissipated. Is this what it feels like to be pregnant? Emotions come and go, irritation knocks and leaves. I’ll just endure this for nine months. But Melissa does not seem to be like me. She seems calm and jolly, still beautiful-looking. How can I be like her? There is nothing more I could want—nothing more but to be on Tyler Jane Moonstorm’s side forever. I don’t like her stare of disappointment towards me, it makes me sad. I don’t like seeing Tyler displeased by my presence, it makes me hate myself. I want to be with him for eternity, until time stops becoming time. Until all cease to exist, becoming but a whisper of memory, a stardust in the u
The place is just so bright, so wrongly bright that I keep blinking with the neon lights shrouding in every corner I look. I took a deep sigh as soon as my eyes darted to the sea of people inside the wide room. “Is this the kind of fun you like?!” There was a hint of disappointment in my voice. Tyler must have known it because he smirked. “Yes, we’re going to have fun here,” he waved a hand to the entire casino. “Let’s play some game before we go to bed.” I’d be damned. I am fucking damned. This is the first time I ever set foot in a place like this and yet… I never thought this is the kind of fun he wanted US to have. Clearly, this is a casino. And looking at the men wearing black suits while holding wine glasses and chattering, probably talking about some business, I know this night will be boring. And worrisome. There’s a reason why I never stepped into one until now. Because clearly, this sort of heaven does not fit in my earth. “Come on, baby girl,” Tyler whispere
We went back to our room after the last game. Of course, Tyler won and ended up beating each of those old men who mocked me because I couldn’t win. That I don’t even know how to play that damned kind of gambling. It seems like he was just beating around the bush and letting them win for a few games just to tease them and slap them with the truth that they can laugh as much as they want—but the last laugh would always be coming from us. And yet, even with those losses, he still ended up getting all their money with his consecutive winning. A playful grin was plastered on his face when he led me back to our room. My heart was beating loudly and I could feel the cold air rushing through my skin. ‘Goddess, why am I so fucking scared? It’s not as if it’s our first time being alone together…’ I tried to breathe properly, inhaling and exhaling. But I couldn’t. My anxiousness still possessed me even in front of the Alpha’s sheer sight. Tyler went inside the bathroom first to take a bath
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