A hooded figure stood in the doorway, their face hidden in the shadows of their cloak. They did not speak or make a move to enter. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring at each other in silence. Finally, I found my voice. "Who are you?" I demanded. "What do you want with Rose?" The figure straightened, and then spoke in a raspy voice. "I am the one she needs. Step aside." Could this be the old physician Rose had been waiting for? Without another word, the figure swept into the room and approached Rose's bedside. I followed cautiously.The hooded figure examined Rose for a few moments. Then they reached into their cloak and produced a small bottle, which they uncorked. A strange herbal smell filled the air as three drops of liquid fell onto Rose's tongue.Rose stirred, then opened her eyes. She saw me and smiled. "You're still here," she said with relief. The figure nodded once, then turned and left the room without a word. "What happened?" she asked. "I feel h
The cool autumn breeze swept through the open windows of the Atlantic kingdom. The werewolves were preparing for the night of the full moon that was fast approaching. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as families eagerly awaited for their children's first transformation. King Alex gazed out of the castle window, feeling a swirl of emotions. As the Alpha, his transformation was highly prestigious, a sign of his undisputed leadership of the pack. But his thoughts kept drifting to Rose. He couldn't understand his strange attraction towards her. Her sweet scent and kind smile lingered in his mind. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. As king, he had certain duties to fulfill, and Rose was from another world.King Alex was torn between his duties as the Alpha of his pack and his growing attraction towards Rose. He had always taken his responsibilities seriously and had worked hard to maintain his status as a powerful and respected leader. However, his thoughts kept
Brenda couldn't believe how amazing the evening had been with Alex. She had never felt so satisfied and content after being intimate with someone. As she laid next to him, her body still tingling from his touch, she couldn't stop giggling with glee. She felt like a schoolgirl who had found her first crush. Alex seemed to have enjoyed their time together as well but appeared ready now for some space and sleep. However, Brenda couldn't bear to not be close to him. She moved in closer, wrapping her arms around him under the plush duvet and nestling her face into his neck, breathing in his scent. He was warm and solid, and she felt so safe in his arms.As minutes passed though, Alex started to shift a bit in her embrace. He moved onto his back and gently tried to loosen her grip around him. Brenda couldn't understand why he needed space - she wanted nothing more than to stay entangled with him throughout the night. But she could sense his subtle movements were indicating he wanted less
Celia carefully dusted the various ornaments and objects arranged on Brenda's dressing table. As she picked up the perfume bottle to wipe it clean, she sprayed a little of the expensive scent in the air, enjoying its rich fragrance. Celia was going through Brenda's things, admiring every inch of luxury that she found. She carefully examined each piece of jewelry in the box, trying on a few of the sparkly rings and bracelets. She even took a few snapshots on her phone, so that she could show her friends and family later.She ran her fingers over Brenda's silk blouses and soft cashmere jumpers in the wardrobe, imagining how it would feel to wear such luxurious garments. Opening a drawer, Celia picked up the gold jewellery box and lifted the lid to reveal a collection of glittering necklaces, earrings and bracelets. She picked up a delicate gold chain with a ruby pendant and gently held it up to catch the light streaming in from the window, marvelling at the way the gemstone sparkled
Mary had been working as a maid in Brenda's household for several days now, and she had grown accustomed to the various quirks and idiosyncrasies of the family. But there was one thing that she couldn't shake off - the way that Brenda's father looked at the maidservants.She knew that Brenda's father had a reputation for being a bit of a ladies' man, but she had always assumed that he was harmless. Now, she wasn't so sure. The way that he had looked at Celia had made her feel objectified and vulnerable, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had behaved inappropriately with other maids in the past.Mary knew that she needed to talk to someone about her concerns, but she wasn't sure who to turn to. She didn't want to cause any trouble or make false accusations, but she also couldn't ignore her instincts.As she continued with her work, Mary couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that she needed to find a way to address the situatio
Mary felt hurt and confused by the harsh reactions she had received from her colleagues when she tried to speak up about her concerns regarding Alpha Aquinas. She couldn't understand why they had been so dismissive and unsupportive, and it left her feeling lonely and isolated.As she sat by herself, lost in thought, one of her colleagues named Abby came over to her with a heap of clothes to wash. She could see that Mary was feeling down and decided to try and cheer her up."Don't go around like that with such prejudice because of a mere conversation," Abby said, chuckling. "Alpha Aquinas is a good person, and you should know that because that's how he is."Mary couldn't help but feel frustrated by Abby's response. She knew that her concerns were valid and that she had a right to speak up if she felt uncomfortable or unsafe. But Abby's dismissive attitude made her feel like she was overreacting or being unreasonable.Despite her frustration, Mary decided to take a deep breath and try t
Rose’s POV:As a slave, I am expected to live a life devoid of joy and happiness. But I refuse to let my circumstances define me. I may be owned by Alpha King, but my spirit cannot be enslaved.Every morning, I wake up with a sense of purpose. I may not have the freedom to choose my own path in life, but I can choose how I approach each day. I choose to approach it with optimism and a determination to make the most of what I have.I find joy in the little things. The warmth of the sun on my skin, the sound of a bird singing in the distance, the taste of a ripe piece of fruit. These may seem like insignificant pleasures, but to me, they are a reminder that there is still beauty in the world.I also find solace in my relationships with others. Even though we are all slaves, I think they have formed a community of support and love. I see them share their stories, their hopes, and their dreams. They lift each other up when they are feeling down and celebrate each other's successes.Living
The night of the full moon was fast approaching, and Rose couldn't shake off the feeling that something was going to happen. She had heard stories about how the full moon could cause people to act strangely, to become more aggressive or more emotional. She wondered if there was any truth to these tales.As she put the book aside, Rose decided to take a walk outside. She needed some fresh air and some time to clear her mind. The surroundings were quiet, and the only sound she could hear was the rustling of the leaves in the wind. She walked for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet of the night.Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from the nearby woods. It was a low growl, and it sounded like an animal. She froze in fear, not knowing what to do. She had heard stories about wild animals in the woods, and she knew that they could be dangerous.As the growling got louder, Rose realized that she had to act quickly. She started to run back towards their quarters, hoping to make it there befo
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