EMMELINE☆☆♣︎☆☆Kaelen sat across the small table from me, his eyes calm, almost too calm, as he took a slow sip of his coffee. Me? My hands were sweating, even in this chilly little place he’d chosen for our… meeting. I’d finally tracked him down, cornered him even, and now that I was here, my tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth.“Well?” I finally blurted out, the silence stretching on for way too long. “I came here to talk, Kaelen. And you’re just… sitting there.”He finally lowered his mug, his gaze meeting mine. There was a weariness in his eyes, a kind of tired resignation that I hadn’t seen before. It made my stomach clench.“And what exactly is there to talk about, Emmeline?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “I’ve tried talking to you plenty of times. You weren’t exactly receptive.”My jaw tightened. He wasn’t wrong. Every time he’d tried to approach me, I’d brushed him off, told him to leave me alone. But things were different now. Everything was differ
DARIUS☆☆♣︎☆☆“He’s gone, Alpha.”Dawson’s voice was his usual steady tone, but there was a hint of finality in it that made me pause as I straightened the lapels of my suit. “Gone where?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.“Left the pack. Yesterday. Packed up his meager belongings and just… left.”I nodded slowly, a smug little smile creeping onto my face. Good riddance to bad rubbish. “Well, well, well. Looks like the little snake finally realized he couldn’t bite the hand that feeds him.”Today was the day. The official appointment of the new Alphas. And with Kaelen gone, slinking away with his tail between his legs, there was nothing to stand in my way. Everything would go off without a hitch. And more importantly, Emmeline was safe. That little stunt he pulled, trying to get her on his side… pathetic. The sheer audacity of the guy still pissed me off a little. An ordinary beta from some no-name, weak-ass pack thinking he could challenge *me* for Emmeline? The thought was a
EMMELINE☆☆♣︎☆☆I was in Darius’s study, trying to lose myself in a book. Honestly, with all the weirdness lately, it was hard to concentrate on anything. Kaelen’s creepy words kept replaying in my head like a broken record. What the hell was he up to?Suddenly, a sharp, ear-splitting shriek ripped through the air—the alarm had gone off.My heart leaped into my throat. What was happening? I flinched, dropping the book like it was burning my hands. My breath hitched, and a cold wave of fear washed over me.Every muscle in my body tensed as I shot to my feet. Something was wrong.Terribly wrong.Before I could even process what was going on, the study door burst open, and one of Sylas’s men stumbled in, his face pale and covered in sweat.“Emmeline! We’re under attack!” he yelled. “I’m here to get you to safety!”Safety? What the fuck was going on? My mind was racing, trying to make sense of it. Attack? Who would attack the Estate?But before the guard could even take a step towards me,
EMMELINE♧♧♧♣︎♣︎♣︎They hauled me through the corridors of the Estate like a sack of potatoes, my feet dragging on the plush carpets. I tried to dig in my heels, to resist, but their grip was like iron. Fear, cold and sharp, clawed at my throat. Where were they taking me? What did they want?Then they shoved me through the double doors of the main meeting hall, the very place where Darius held court, made his decisions, the heart of his power. My breath hitched in my chest, and my blood ran cold. Standing at the head of the long table, looking entirely too comfortable, was Kaelen.So, it was him. That slimy, manipulative bastard. He was behind this. The realization hit me like a physical blow, and a raw, animalistic scream tore from my throat.“KAELEN! You son of a bitch! Why are you doing this?!” Tears streamed down my face, hot and angry. My body trembled, partly from fear, partly from pure, unadulterated rage. How could he? After everything? After I’d told him…The men holding me,
DARIUS☆☆☆☆☆We pulled up to the Estate, Sylas driving like a maniac, Dawson white-knuckling the passenger seat. I was just staring, my heart hammering against my ribs. What the hell? It looked like a goddamn war zone. Guards everywhere, more than I’d ever seen, and they weren’t even my guards.“What in the actual fuck…?” I muttered, my eyes scanning the scene.It wasn’t just a few extra guards. This was a full-blown invasion. A complete takeover. I wanted to throw the car door open and rip them apart with my bare hands.I was about to charge in there, guns blazing if I had to, when Sylas grabbed my arm. “Hold it, Darius! Just… hold it.” His voice was low, calm, but I could see the tension in his jaw.“Hold it? Sylas, look at this! And Emmeline is in there!” My voice was rising. “I know. But barging in like that? It’ll be a bloodbath, and we don’t even know what’s happening inside. Or Emmeline’s condition. Look around. This isn’t a fight we can just win with brute force. Not now.”He
EMMELINE☆☆☆☆☆☆Trapped. That’s the only damn word for it. Here I am, stuck in Darius’s study. His study! The one place I always felt safe, like it was our little world, now feels like a bloody prison. And these gorillas Kaelen sent? They're standing guard like I'm some kind of dangerous criminal. Seriously?I tried talking to one of them, you know, just a simple “Hey, can you please just let me out of here?” or maybe a more desperate “Please, you have to help me! He’s crazy!” But they just stood there, like statues carved out of stone, eyes straight ahead, not even a twitch. It was like I was invisible, a ghost haunting my own life.Panic started bubbling up inside me, that familiar icy grip tightening around my chest. Breathe, Emmeline, breathe. I had to get it together. Losing it wasn't going to help anyone, least of all me.My mind drifted back to that damn conversation with Kaelen. ‘I want what I want.’ His voice, so calm, so sure, still sent shivers down my spine. Oh Moon Godde
DARIUS★★☆★★The whole damn situation was a nightmare. A complete and utter nightmare. There I was, huddled in the woods like some kind of fugitive, with Sylas, Dawson, and a few of our best fighters. We’ve set up a makeshift camp, a pathetic excuse for a base of operations, while my Emmeline is trapped in my own damn house, thanks to that snake Kaelen.Dawson, bless his loyal heart, had spread out a map of the Estate on a fallen log. It was covered in all sorts of markings—known entrances, patrol routes, even some hidden pathways I hadn’t even known existed. The guy was a bloody genius when it came to this kind of stuff.“Alright, Darius,” Dawson said, his voice low and serious, “storming the front gates is out of the question. It’ll be a bloodbath. Kaelen’s got his men everywhere, thick as thieves. We don’t even know if Emmeline is safe. We can’t risk a direct assault without knowing her location and the layout inside.”I swear, I felt my blood boil. Not safe? My Emmeline? And my ba
KAELEN’S POV☆☆☆☆▪♧♧♧♧The mahogany table in the Estate’s meeting room gleamed under the dim chandelier light, reflecting the tense faces of the men gathered around it. I had tightened my grip on the Estate, replacing Darius’s loyalists with men I could trust. There were a few whispers of dissent, rumblings of discontent, and they needed to be crushed swiftly and decisively.I sat at the head of the long table, my gaze sweeping over the faces of my so-called allies. They looked at me, some with a semblance of respect, others with a flicker of doubt in their eyes. It was the doubt I needed to squash.“Darius,” I began, my voice calm, even, “ruled this Estate like it was his personal playground. Like we were his toys to command. He made decisions without consulting anyone, as if his word was law, and ours meant nothing. Did he ever once consider us, the strength of this territory, in his decisions?”A murmur rippled through the room. Good. They were listening, their resentment simmering
★DARIUS’ POV★●●●●●●●●●●●●●●The noise of the banquet hall faded behind us as I guided Emmeline towards our room. My hand rested on the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her through the thin fabric of her dress. Every step felt like walking on air, not just because of the wine, but because she was beside me. My Luna. The words still felt new, shiny, perfect.We got to the door, and I paused, turning her gently to face me. Her eyes, bright and sparkling from the evening, met mine. Oh moon goddess, she was beautiful. Not just in that dress, which looked incredible on her, but the way she was her. The way she smiled, the little crinkle at the corner of her eyes, the way she bit her lip when she was thinking. All of it."Finally," I murmured, my voice a little rougher than I intended. I reached up, cupping her face in my hands. "Finally, we're alone."She leaned into my touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "It was a wonderful banquet, Darius. Truly.""It was," I agreed, my thumbs
★★EMMELINE★★◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇Waking up felt like surfacing from a deep, dark ocean. My body ached, heavy with exhaustion, and my mind felt foggy, still replaying flashes of the night before. The sudden arrow, the shouts, Darius’s roar, Sylas pulling me away, the terrifying sounds of fighting echoing even in the safe room. It had been... a lot. More than a lot. It had been terrifying.I lay there for a long moment, just breathing, feeling the blessed silence of the room. No shouts, no sounds of struggle. Just the quiet hum of the house around me. Darius was asleep beside me, his arm heavy around my waist, his breathing deep and even. He looked exhausted too, lines of fatigue etched around his eyes even in sleep. He must have gone straight from dealing with the aftermath to checking on me, to finally collapsing here. My heart squeezed. He always put me first. Always.I carefully shifted, turning to face him. I gently traced the line of his jaw, the faint stubble there. He stirred slightly
☆DARIUS’S POV☆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆Today was the day. The Luna Moon ceremony. It wasn't just a ritual; it was a declaration. A binding of souls and pack under the sacred light of the full moon. For me it was practically a second mating ceremony, public and profound, solidifying Emmeline's place beside me, not just as my mate, but as our Luna. The air in the Estate grounds buzzed with anticipation, a vibrant energy that was both thrilling and, for me, laced with a dangerous tension.The invited guests had been arriving all morning, a steady stream of shifters from allied packs, respected elders, and our own people. Security was tighter than it had ever been. Every face was checked against lists, every person scanned. No one got in who wasn't supposed to be here. No slip-ups today. Not a single one.My eyes scanned the crowd constantly, not just for threats, but for my own people. They were there, scattered among the guests. My best fighters, my most trusted guards, dressed in finery instead o
★★EMMELINE’S POV★★Damn, I felt awful. Absolutely, completely, miserably awful. I was curled up on my bed, clutching my stomach like it was going to revolt again any second. It probably would. I'd already spent way too much time with my head over the porcelain gods this morning. My whole body ached, heavy with exhaustion, but sleep felt like a distant, cruel joke. And food? Don't even get me started on food. The mere thought of it sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling over me.There was a gentle knock on the door, and I managed a weak "Come in."A maid entered, carrying a tray. Even from across the room, I could smell the food. It wasn't strong, probably something bland the kitchen had prepared, knowing how I'd been. But still. One whiff was enough. My stomach churned violently.I swallowed hard, trying to keep it down. "It's okay, thank you," I said softly, trying to sound normal. It came out weak and shaky. "I... I don't think I can eat right now."The maid looked concerned, her gaze
★★DARIUS’S POV★★The implication of the scroll still felt heavy in my mind, even hours after I'd read it. Every word was etched into my memory. They weren't just planning an attack; they were planning to desecrate one of our most sacred nights, the Luna Moon ceremony. Arrogant bastards. But their arrogance was a weakness I could exploit.I stood by the large window in my meeting room, looking out at the territory I swore to protect. My Beta, Dawson, and Sylas were already seated, waiting. They knew something big was coming. They could feel it in the air, the same way I could. The tension had been building for weeks, but the scroll had given us clarity, a target, and a timeline.I turned, facing them, my gaze sweeping over their faces. Dawson, steady and loyal, always thinking of the practicalities. Sylas, sharp and strategic, his mind already dissecting possibilities."Alright," I started, my voice low but firm. "Let's talk about this scroll. What it says... it changes everything." I
★DARIUS★Damn it, looking at her sleeping there, all peaceful and shit, made my blood boil. Seraphine was locked up, should be scared out of her mind, but she looked like she was taking a damn nap on a Sunday afternoon. Not a twitch, not a sign of worry that she was rotting away in my cells. Any normal prisoner would've been screaming their innocence, begging for mercy, maybe even trying to pick the damn lock with a hairpin. But not her. Just this eerie calm that sent a shiver of unease down my spine.Just as I was about to lose my temper staring at her smug face, Dawson, my beta, showed up. He looked grim, holding a rolled-up scroll in his hand. “Alpha,” he said, his voice low, “we got him.”“Ronan Voss?” I asked, a knot of anticipation tightening in my gut.Dawson nodded. “Yeah. Tracked him down like you said. Wasn’t too keen on talking at first, but… well, you know how it goes.” He didn’t need to elaborate. We weren't exactly known for our gentle interrogation methods when push cam
☆EMMELINE☆Hearing that Seraphine was locked up and refusing to say a damn word, didn’t bring me any peace. Not even a single ounce of relief. Instead, a nasty knot tightened in my stomach, twisting with a fear that felt colder and sharper than anything before. It wasn’t over. I actually wanted her out. Gone. Either out of this Estate or just… six feet under—gone for good. There was something about her quietness, the way she hadn't broken down, hadn't begged or pleaded, that freaked me out way more than any of her damn lies. It was like she was just sitting there, biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And that thought? It sent shivers down my spine.Later that night, when the rest of the Estate was probably settling down, I found myself walking towards the cells. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the silence. What the hell was I doing? Darius had told me to stay away, to let him handle it. But I couldn’t shake this feeling, this gnawing anxi
DARIUS’ POV★★★★★★Emmeline was pacing in our bedroom, her frustration practically radiating off her in waves. "I told you, Darius! She's lying through her teeth! That whole story about the embarrassing letter and the list? Bullshit!"I watched her, my own anger simmering beneath the surface. I knew she was probably right. My gut had been screaming at me since she first told me about the man in the garden. But I had to play it smart. Rushing in with accusations based on a hunch wasn't going to get us anywhere."I know it feels that way, Em," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "But we can't just throw her out. Not yet. We need to know what she knows, what she's up to.""Knowing what she knows has been going on for days now!" Emmeline exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "And you know what else? I feel… uncomfortable around her. She's been making these little comments, these subtle threats… I don't like it, Darius. I really don't."My jaw tightened. Threats against Emmel
DARIUS’ POV★★★★★★At last, Seraphine arrived, flanked by the guards. They informed me that Beta Dawson had come to see me, and I told them to ask him to wait until I was done with Seraphine. Seraphine looked surprised, her normally calm expression slightly marred with a hint of confusion. “Darius? What is it?”"Who was the man you were talking to in the garden this morning?" I asked, my voice tight, trying to keep my anger in check.She blinked, her eyes wide and innocent. "Oh, that was just an old friend…he's a former soldier from my father's pack. He was just passing through and wanted to say hello.""Passing through and just happened to find you in our garden?" I challenged, my skepticism thick in the air."Well, yes," she said, her voice calm, almost too calm. "He knew I was staying here with you.""Did he?" I pressed. "Because Emmeline here saw him too. And she didn't get the impression it was just a casual hello."Seraphine turned to Emmeline, a hint of annoyance flashing in he