I awoke on the frigid stone floor of my dark cell, shivering and disoriented. The events of the previous day came flooding back: discovering the book, being hauled away by castle guards. Despair gripped me anew as I realized I was still imprisoned, with no end in sight. The cell was bare, devoid of comfort. A bucket in the corner served as my only amenity. I curled in on myself, shaking with cold and fear. What crimes did they assume I had committed based on that little book? Would I ever see the light of day again? Hours passed as I drifted in and out of restless sleep. My stomach rumbled with hunger but I had no way to satisfy it. The cell remained dark and silent, offering no clues as to the fate that awaited me. After what felt like days, though it could only have been hours, I heard footsteps approaching. A jailer appeared, eyeing me coldly through the cell bars. "The Alpha king requests your presence," he grumbled, unlocking the door. My heart leapt - perhaps I w
My senses came back a little on "seeking Bee tomorrow", I forgot Bee doesn't live here in the castle I seem to have gotten fond of her frequent visits. "Aish" I felt my back numb and the first thing that came to my mind was the strange pain I had on my back before so I went over to the small mirror in my room,twisting my neck to see my back but it was nothing so I quickly rushed to the clinic,he wasn’t there then I rushed to the old physician’s main chamber,all the same he wasn't around: I was already getting exhausted and weak then my mind went to the library..."that's where he must be". I carried myself obstinately to the library,thanks to a maid with a gold heart who saw how weak I was and gave me a hand. I took a deep breath like my life depended on her now,as we walked she muttered “my body was cold”. I couldn’t talk nor reply I was getting weaker every seconds,I just needed the old physician to check up on what’s wrong with me. The walk to the library felt like forever,
I thanked the maid that helped me and requested her name - she told me it was Eva. I was so grateful for her assistance and as we talked, I caught the aroma of well cooked dried fish with rice sauce. I maintained my composure in front of Eva, thinking I wouldn't disgrace myself as the daughter of the late great Alpha Mathias by begging for food; petty act.I gave Eva a nod and expressed my profound gratitude once again for her kindness. My father, the late Alpha Mathias, raised me to always show appreciation for any act of goodwill, no matter how small. Though I tried to maintain my composure in front of Eva, I couldn't help but feel a growing grumble in my stomach at the delightful aroma wafting from the dining area. It had been days since I last had a proper meal, though as the daughter of late Alpha Mathias, I refused to let that show. My face remained stoic, giving away nothing of my inner hunger. Eva, for her part, seemed nonplussed by my rumbling stomach and did not comment on
Mary was lost in thought as she drew patterns on the ground, wondering whether her suspicions about Alpha Aquinas were unfounded or not. She had noticed the way he would look at Celia, the other maid, and it made her uncomfortable. Mary had tried to voice her concerns to the other maids, but they had dismissed her claims, saying that she was just being paranoid.Just then, Mary looked up and saw Celia standing before her, her face stern and unyielding. Mary felt a knot form in her stomach, wondering if Celia had come to confront her about her suspicions."Mary, what are you talking about?" Celia asked, her voice laced with irritation.Mary hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to speak her mind or not. But then she took a deep breath and decided to voice her concerns."I'm worried about Alpha Aquinas," Mary said slowly. "I've noticed the way he looks at you, and it makes me uncomfortable. I'm afraid that he might be sexually abusing you."Celia's eyes widened in shock, and she too
Brenda slept for a couple of hours, rejuvenating her body and spirit. She awoke as the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow across the expansive gardens visible from her bedroom windows. Brenda stretched languidly, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the night. She rang for Celia, who appeared promptly and helped Brenda out of her travel clothes and into a warm bath. As Brenda soaked in the tub, Celia laid out the black satin gown and all the accessories Brenda would need for the ritual. Celia was one of the few human servants entrusted with the knowledge of Brenda's true nature as a werewolf and witch. Celia had been with the family for decades and was fiercely loyal.Once Brenda emerged from her bath, Celia helped her dress in the gown and affixed a black lace choker around Brenda's neck. The choker had a single blood-red ruby suspended from it, the gemstone catching the light as Brenda moved. Celia swept Brenda's long raven hair up into an elegant twist, leaving a fe
Werewolf killings were sadly not uncommon, but something about these deaths felt purposeful, ritualistic. The strange lunar markings carved into the bodies hinted at some symbolic motive beyond mere violence. And the fact that Ube, the Blue Moon pack's second-in-command, seemed complicit suggested tension within their leadership. Alex's instincts warned of darker forces at play-By exploiting weaknesses in their authority, strife and instability could be sown.————————————————————————————The Blue Moon pack had always been a peaceful community, with its members living in harmony with one another. However, the recent deaths of two young werewolves had threatened to shatter that peace. It was clear that the attack was meant to provoke chaos and destabilize the pack, and if left unchecked, it could be only the first in a campaign to sow discord and sow chaos.As the pack's leader, Damon knew that he had to act fast to solve the mystery before things got worse. He understood that haste c
The Woods Were Alive with SuspicionBeatrice aimlessly poked the campfire as Hubert quietly stirred the stew pot suspended over the flames. The old woman had been kind to take them in after Tom's injury, often providing food and medicine. Yet an uneasy feeling nagged at Beatrice. Across the clearing, Tom watched the two women intensely, his eyes never leaving Beatrice. Though grateful for Hubert's aid, he sensed something amiss. He didn't trust the old witch's quiet insistence to stay deep in the woods, away from the werewolf village. Beatrice's thoughts drifted back to the story Hubert told her- the encounter that started it all. The handsome Alpha king Alex commanding they leave the Atlantic kingdom and it’s forests, his eyes kind but tone firm. Hubert's intuitive, scolding Alex for threatening "innocent wanderers".A muscle twitched in Tom's jaw. He hoped Beatrice remained oblivious to whatever scheme Hubert had in mind. Tom wanted no part in treason against Alex or the werewo
Deborah hummed to herself as she sorted through her wardrobe, searching for the perfect dress to wear for her date with Alvin that night. The full moon was rising, and Deborah was determined to look absolutely radiant for her beloved. "Aha!" she exclaimed, spotting the little lemon-yellow sundress tucked away in the corner. She pulled it out and held it up, eying it critically. The fabric was soft and flowy, and the sweetheart neckline and fitted waist would accentuate her feminine curves. "This is it!" Deborah said with satisfaction. She slipped the dress on and twirled in front of the mirror, admiring how the color made her skin glow. The hem hit just above the knee, showing off her shapely calves. Perfect. Her father passed by her room and paused, smiling as he caught sight of Deborah preening in front of the mirror. "You look lovely," he said. Deborah beamed at the compliment. She puckered her lips at her reflection, trying out different smiles to see which one would warm Alvin
To my readers,As you turn the final page of this book and set it down, I want to express my deepest gratitude for sharing this story with me. Reading is a solitary act, yet one that connects us to each other across continents and cultures. By opening the cover of this book, you invited me into your thoughts and dreams for a few precious hours. You gave me the gift of your time and imagination, for which I am forever grateful. Through these pages you have laughed and cried, hoped and feared alongside my characters. You have travelled to unfamiliar places and met interesting people, all from the comfort of your own home. I thank you for joining me on this journey, for your insights, empathy and willingness to see the world through new eyes. Writing this book has been a labor of love for me, but without readers it would simply gather dust on a shelf. You have brought these characters to life simply by caring about their stories and journeys. And for that, I cannot thank you enough.
Rose’s POV:Five years have passed. I watch my son Jeremy play in the sand, giggling as Glenda and Daphne act as his aunties and George as one of his uncles. I sit on the porch remembering Alex, Jeremy's father and Charles, his kind uncle. I don't know what the future holds but I chose peace. "When you choose peace, be ready to say a lot of goodbyes," I often think.Jeremy looks at me, smiling. Then his eyes turn from blue to bright green. I gasp in shock. "Come here, Jeremy," I call to my little son. "You're safe under my love," I whisper. Alex is a lycan and I am half werewolf, half witch. The prophecy has long passed, yet here sits a child of two worlds. Jeremy cuddles close. I stroke his hair, thinking of the journey that brought us here. I thought I was fleeing my past, but it followed me in this precious child. Glenda comes to the porch. "All okay, Rose?" she asks, looking from me to Jeremy. I smile. "More than okay. This is where I'm meant to be."She hugs us both. "Family
George POV:I had made camp for the night and was sitting by the fire when I heard a sound in the bushes. I saw a frazzled young woman had collapsed unconscious. As I reached her, a lunar birthmark shone luminously on her back - this must be the girl I've sought for so long, the prophecy told of! I turned her over and gasped. "Isn't this Alpha King Alex's mate?" I hesitated, unsure what to do. But as I tried to leave, she grabbed my hand weakly and pleaded, "Please help me." I could not leave her so I took her in, building up the fire. When she awoke, I gave her food and water. The next day we set off towards Hazelwood together. As we walked, I felt honored to be helping fulfill the prophecy at last. Soon we came to a junction where my friends Glenda and Daphne greeted us. "George, still don't know the safest route to Hazelwood I see!" Glenda joked. "Very funny," I replied. "This is Rose. Rose, these witches will help guide us home." Daphne smiled warmly at Rose. "You're safe w
"Rose?" Charles whispered, stepping out of the shadows.I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God you're here," I whispered back. "I was starting to worry that you wouldn't make it.""Calm down, Rose," Charles said in a comforting voice. "We must leave quickly now." Charles led me to the mysterious hidden door and handed me a book he wrote about our family. "I will make sure to tell my unborn child about you,his Uncle," I vowed through tears. "Will you return?" Charles asked, his voice filled with emotion. "I'll make sure my unborn child knows his roots and father," I sobbed hard, thanking Charles for his love and care. "You must go now, Alex will be back from hunting soon," Charles said as we said our goodbyes, hoping we would meet again.I followed the secret passageway that Charles showed me, escaping from Alex's castle at last. Every minute I stayed was a minute too long, carrying Alex's cub but treated so cruelly. As I hurried through the passage, I rubbed my still-flat belly
Rose’s POV:"The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.”After a week. The cold floor felt harsh against my knees as I scrubbed the chambers floor. My stomach churned again as a wave of nausea hit me. I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to vomit. I had to hide this from Alex, I didn't know how he would react. He had been so distant this past week, barely looking at me let alone touching me. The tender love I thought was blossoming between us seemed to be fading away. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily. What did I expect? I was just a slave, a plaything for him to use as he pleased. But I had started to hope for more. I thought he cared for me. Now I felt like a fool.My mind was troubled with dark thoughts as I worked. If things continued this way, I would have to find a way to escape. I couldn't bear much more of this. I needed to speak with the old physician, the only friend I had here. We hadn't ta
Alex’s POV:I had to go to my older brother Charles and tell him about Rose. It was difficult to admit, but I had to confess that she was the one. The prophecy was real. I stormed into Charles’s study, fuming with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me about Rose? That she is the one the prophecy foretold? I have fallen for the enemy!” Charles looked up calmly from his book. “I wanted you to find love, brother. Rose is special, she is your soulmate.”“She is meant to destroy me!” I slammed my fist on the table. “This is my life at stake. My kingdom. And you see me as the tyrant Alpha King that needs to be overthrown?”Charles sighed. “The kingdom needs change, Alex. Peace. Someone like Rose could help you become a better leader. A better man.” “I rule Atlantic with force to keep order. There is no room for peace,” I growled. “There has been no peace since you divided the packs. Became king after Josiah's treason. Mother would not have wanted this life for you, Alex."I glared at Charles.
George packed his bag slowly, lost in thought. Three weeks and he would be gone from this place. The events of the Christmas party played over and over in his mind. He had stayed quiet, not wanting to draw attention to himself. But now he knew it was time to leave. He had come back to Atlantic for one reason - to find the lunar girl, the prophecy girl. Yet after all this time, he was no closer to the truth. Meanwhile, those accused of crimes were being punished without mercy. Alex's werewolves terrified him. Part of him still wanted to fulfill the task he had been given. But the risk seemed too great now. Better to return to Hazelwood and the simple life he knew there. His hand touched the old coin in his pocket, the one that was supposedly tied to the lunar girl's destiny. He had held onto it all this time, a symbol of the mission. But now, it felt heavier somehow. A reminder of a duty abandoned. He sighed and zipped his bag shut. Three weeks and he would be gone, returning
Rose’s POV:I left the party and went outside for some space. I sat down with my wine, frustrated. After a few minutes, I noticed a small box carefully placed next to my seat. I picked it up and untied it. Inside was a card that said "Happy Birthday little sis." I was stunned. Could it be from the brother I thought was gone? I looked around to make sure no one was watching and opened the card. "You've grown up to be so pretty, stay happy. I'm watching over you little sis," it said. Tears streamed down my cheeks. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance fading into the night - it was the black cloak person who had helped me before. Could it be my brother? I blamed myself for not realizing it sooner. Just the other night, I had stood close to him..."Rose!" Lebotha called harshly, walking over with her daughter Lisa. I quickly wiped my tears and stood up tall. I was not the girl Lebotha used to bully.As things were about to get heated, Alpha King Alex appeare
Rose POV:I took a deep breath and looked around at my surroundings. The castle was truly beautiful, though its beauty could not chase away all my doubts. Alex's words and gifts were kind, but I still wondered if he truly understood the pain he had caused me. As I wandered the hallways, I saw Alex approaching with a smile. "Good morning, Rose. I hope you are settling in well."I replied politely,"Good morning, Alpha. Thank you for your hospitality."He chuckled."Please, call me Alex when we're alone. There is no need for such formality between us." I nodded slowly. Over the next two days, Alex showed me great kindness. We took walks in the castle gardens and he told me stories of his childhood. Alex even arranged for us to ride the royal horses out on the trails surrounding the castle.As we rode side by side, Alex's horse came closer to mine."You look radiant today, Rose. I love seeing you smile." I could feel my face flush, but I tried to remain guarded. "Thank you, but do you trul