Karlo and Gialyca are having sex outside on this damn hour. They are so loud and rough, and never hesitated to do it in front of Elaine’s window. They must be Elaine’s reason for still being awake, especially the windows of her room serve as some sort of a television’s screen—making her see such a breath-taking, clear view of Karlo and Gia’s convergence. ‘Can’t they just do it in the room?’ I thought. Damn, Karlo is acting like a real wolf again—taking his mate under the sea of stars, thrusting inside her in a dog’s mating position. I frowned at him when he saw me standing at my arched windows. ‘Get laid inside, Karlo!’ I commanded via our minds’ link. He’s a Black Wolf and the Alpha of the Onyx Pack, a manipulator of all things that give light and dark. Gialyca Farmiga is a famous supermodel who decided to live permanently in Moonburn. The citizens of Moonburn didn’t think twice to vote for her as the sacri
Elaine’s POVOne week ago… “What the hell are you doing there, Elaine? Go and grill some pork!” Even on the beach, my mother’s commanding voice didn’t stop me from taking a break. In fact, I haven’t yet taken a swim. Frustrated, I strode towards the barbecue grill and grabbed some marinated pork that I’ve also marinated before we got here and started to grill. While them…they are just casually laughing and playing beach volleyball. I was so in rage, treating me as if I’m their private maid and ordering me with even the tiniest chore like taking off their shoes and picking up their towel in the sand. Even wiping their body dry from the seawater, it was still my job to do. I clenched my fist and focused on grilling. But my wicked mind played a trick on me and I imagined that I was cooking them atop the sizzling enormous charcoal-grill that I exclusively made for them alone. All four of them in the sharpness of the human-sized sticks I made and above
I was right. They are done eating and I was late for a couple of minutes. And because of my tardiness, a palm-sized beef steak and a lobster’s head is the only thing left for me to eat amidst the abalones, crawfish, pork belly, chicken breast, beef steak, crabs, shells, and three lobsters I prepared, cooked, and bought for them. This is all I have, all that was left for me to eat: a fucking palm-sized beef steak and lobster’s head. I smashed my fist on the table due to this anger simmering inside me. I don’t know if it’s a good thing that they’re swimming in a distance from me but I guess it’s a good thing then. So that this knife and grill will not land on their eyes and throat. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. “Perhaps if I’ve been earlier, there will be more food for me to eat.” I think not. Early or tardy, they will still see me as an extra baggage to the family that can just be discarded and forgotten anytime. They will still lea
“I still want to hold on to my heart, you know,” I said to the beast as I prepared my lightning-fast feet for a Flash-like run. And just like that, I run. Without waiting for any signs if I should. ‘Run, Elaine. Run!’ My chant seems to not work when the entity becomes hellishly terrifying. It leaped on top of the huge rock to where I just puked earlier and gave me a chase. I refrained from looking back and forth and focused my eyes, my feet, and my whole body to just freaking shit run. ‘Just run.’ I told myself, the beast on my tail. I ran faster and quicker than I ever have as if my life depends on this. Well, my life—and my heart—do depend on my running, on how fast I could run. I was running for goddamn I don’t know how many minutes when I reached the spot to where a couple was having sex earlier. Well, the couple is still here—but they are no longer having sex. Blood stained the white sand of this beach. To b
Óh, God. Oh God. ‘Could it be my fam—’ “Ms. Rutherford!” I whipped my head to Mr. Evans. “Yes?” Beads of sweat cascaded down from my face. “Do you have nothing more to say to the police?” My brows rose. My heart throbbed. “More info to give, statement to say?” I shook my head. “Nothing? You are somewhat shaking to be honest.” “Nothing more than the statement I already gave,” I finally exhaled. “Good. You are free to go now.” So I did. Without looking back. I just walk to where my untouched food is, where I was hoping that it was still untouched and my family are still wandering to hell where they want to explore. ‘But what if it’s my family that—‘ I shook my head and hit my shoulder with a tap. ‘It’s impossible. My family has a foul smell. I don’t think the wolfish creatures would feast on such foul-smelling souls.’ But what if my
In Elaine’s Dream…I don’t know if this is a dream but this felt good. Very good. He strode down the stone steps until he reached the bathtub, until his body touched the water. I smiled at him as we sat us both down in the golden tub, its edges glinting in every strike of moonbeam. I pushed him off to sink further beneath the surface, filling us with water up to our chest. Tyler picked up a bar of that rose and vanilla soap and handed it to me. “Clean yourself first, before we get dirty.” I could listen to his voice for an eternity. But it was his wink that made me freeze and released. “I could come just by listening to your voice…” I do not know why I said that but I did say that. And I did come. “So, technically, we are now bathing in your come. Your sea of release…” Tyler touched my flesh. My purr of pleasure is a brush of air against his ear. He moaned to my cry that I unleashed, heating the water with more of
Present Day…I woke up to a very loud sound nearby. A dream. I rubbed my eyes and just stared at nowhere. That was a dream, where passion is burning and bodies scorching with the heat of our lovemaking. A very wild dream. “That was the wildest dream I ever had…” I touched my neck and my lips, to where Tyler kissed me in my dreams. I can’t believe I really dreamed something like that. I blinked when I beheld the ceiling. I just realized that the entire ceiling of my room is made of a whole fucking mirror. “How expensive!” What more should I expect in this room? Golden bed and gilded furniture, mirror ceiling and red marble floor that you can clearly behold your reflection. “Oh yeah, I haven’t yet checked the closet.” I mouthed to the lilies in the vase atop the bedside table. Then I turned my head to the side. My heart thundered when I realized that a huge wolf stuff toy is pretty much facing
“His name is Cerberus. He’s just an ordinary black wolf.” I turned around and found Tyler on my back, chest glinting and muscles tensing. His face is tamed and smiling. “He usually surveys newcomer mortal women here.” Cerberus walked towards me and stopped at my feet. “He’s just a pet wolf here in Stella’s Soul, particularly the Shadow Pack’s pet. See?” Tyler patted the wolf’s head and it wagged its tail like an actual dog. “How do I know if one’s a pet and one’s a werewolf?” I asked. “This.” He hoisted a jewel around Cerberus’ neck. “See this pendant? That’s the symbol of Stella, a waning moon.” I reached for Cerberus’ head and patted it as well. It barked then wagged its tail cheerfully. “He likes you,” my cheeks turned red when he said that. I glanced at the bathtub and my dream last night played again—the moans, our naked bodies, the candlelight… “Do you want to meet Cerberus’ brothers?
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