continuation of epilogueMyla eyed her body in the mirror with happiness radiating off her in waves. Ever since she learnt she was pregnant, she had been experiencing a horde of different emotions, most of which had to do with her excessively careful husband.He banned her from Lunastra Aetheria completely.Noah, often described by friends as the "King of Caution," took his role of protecting Myla during her pregnancy to epic proportions. Determined to shield her from even the slightest mishap, he launched a campaign of double-padding that would go down in history as a legendary feat of parenthood preparation.The saga began innocently enough with the living room. Noah, armed with rolls of bubble wrap, foam, and a staple gun, set out to conquer the cushions. He layered the sofa with such zeal that sitting on it felt like being cradled in a cloud made of marshmallows. The coffee table, fearing Noah's meticulous attention, practically begged for mercy as he covered it with a cushiony fo
Myla eyed her reflection in the mirror with a tinge of annoyance. Seriously, what age was her elegant figure supposed to lock in? She was just a day away from turning 18, yet here she was, still a bit on the chubby side. And she didn’t want to cut back on her love for food, not one bit.With a sigh, she glanced at the clock—5:33 am. She had just finished cooking breakfast for the pack’s elders. Helping them every morning was something she genuinely enjoyed, but the ungodly early hours were starting to wear on her. She hefted the giant food box onto her back, ready for the morning delivery.If only she had her wolf with her right now, she would’ve sprinted back to the house with the wind whipping through her fur, the pavement a blur beneath her paws. Instead, she stomped back inside and headed for the shower, pointedly ignoring the bruises she’d inadvertently given herself during her morning duties.Her wolf, or rather the absence of wolf-like behavior, weighed on her mind. It boiled d
Myla stormed into the principal’s office, her steps heavy with irritation. She grabbed the doorknob with a force that matched her frustration, then meticulously closed the door behind her. She wasn’t about to endure another scolding—once was more than enough.“What have you done this time, Myla?” Alphonse’s voice came from behind his sprawling desk, his eyes peering at her over the paperwork.His gaze felt like a spotlight, and Myla fought the urge to scream. Seriously, what had she done? She was only defending herself! It wasn’t her fault she had to deal with bullies. And, of course, it was just her luck that her foster father doubled as the principal of the only high school in their pack’s territory. Ugh, the struggle was real.However, she wasn’t about to wear her vexation on her sleeve. No, she mustered a stoic front, her exterior offering no hint of the internal tirade she was conducting. “Well, the pack leaders have a meeting today, and you’ve been assigned to cook for them. Te
There was no saving the food before the alphas needed to eat. So Myla and Noah got to work. The leaders all sat down, eyebrows twitching as they shoved the spoons in their mouths. What kind of suffering was this? What happened to Myla’s delicious cooking? “Is...is it...Adequate?” Myla asked, worried. Noah had convinced her they did a good job and the alphas would love it, but she was still skeptical. “It’s - ” Cramle’s words were stuck in his throat as he watched the murderous smile on the Alpha king’s face. It seemed to say, “One word, and you’re dead.” “-wonderful, I’ve never had cereal for dinner,” Cramle cautiously continued.“I’m so sorry, something came up, and the dinner was wasted,” Myla apologized while cussing Alex out in her mind. “No worries, dear. As you can see, everyone is enjoying it,” Alphonse reassured with a smile, not wanting to upset Myla. Myla returned the smile, though a bit half-heartedly. “Ah yes, Noah,” Alphonse called out. Noah looked up from his bowl
“I wanna study arts,” Myla smiled at him.Alphonse abruptly stood up.“Did Noah put you up to this?” he asked, his voice booming like thunder.Myla blinked; this was the first time he had raised his voice in her presence.‘Is he mad at me?’ she wondered.“I’m sorry, my daughter. It’s just so sudden. What’s the actual reason you’re leaving?” Alphonse inquired, his tone now patient and understanding.‘I swear if he interrupts us one more time, I’ll -’“I know you got your wolf very early today; is your wolf begging for liberation?” Alphonse interrupted her thought process yet again.She couldn’t explain it, but she felt like she had to hold her wolf back from yelling her mind at her father. So it was her wolf that made her fight back!“Alex is my mate, but he’s seeing my enemy, and he’s mean, and I hate him,” Myla nearly broke down, but she held herself high in front of Alex’s father.The man gasped. He was disappointed in his son. The boy had just fumbled one of the best things that co
“I didn’t know you were in New York,” Noah stated.Myla froze, captivated by the sight before her. The tips of his silky black hair had a white tint, matching the color of his shirt, which was still soaked brown. He had a cross bag swung carelessly on his waist, exuding an air of casual confidence. His trousers trailed his long legs, seemingly endless, and he sported silver rings on all his fingers of both hands. Finally, he was tall – a true giant, an embodiment of elegance too remarkable for mere mortal eyes, as her wolf keenly observed.‘Our eyes are unworthy to gaze upon his elegance,’ her wolf marveled.‘I agree,’ she replied, completely shocked.‘I think he’s trying to talk to us, but I’m too stunned to be sure,’ her wolf whined.‘He’s really hot.’‘He’s really hot,’ Myla admitted, perfectly agreeing with her wolf.“...LA”Startled, she snapped out of her daze, realizing his hazel eyes were far too close for comfort. She had unknowingly encroached on his personal space, her face
“Cute as always, my darling Luna,” she affectionately addressed Myla.“I’m not a Luna, and I don’t want to be his Luna. He’s a jerk,” Myla sulked, sharing her feelings about Alex.The woman’s brows furrowed in response to Myla’s frustration.“Huh, I could have sworn you’d love him,” the moon goddess said, lifting her head and appearing conflicted.“He... he doesn’t care about our bond,” Myla confessed, her hands wringing together as she avoided looking directly at the beautiful woman.To her surprise, the moon goddess burst out laughing, the sound not as ethereal as she’d expected. It was a genuine, slightly wheezy, and sniffling laughter, much like Myla’s when she found something uncontrollably funny.Myla couldn’t help but sulk again. She had just shared something important and groundbreaking, yet the goddess found it amusing.“Well, I never really could control that stubborn boy. He’s never wanted a mate. Frankly, he hoped he wouldn’t get one,” the goddess sighed, revealing a side
Myla’s mouth hung open in disbelief. This boy, who couldn’t have been older than 10, had just called her a tramp!‘Turn him over your knee and spank him,’ Wyla huffed, reacting to the insult.“That’s too much for your tiny mouth, shortie,” Myla retorted, placing her hands defiantly on her hips, her eyes glaring at the rude child.The boy sniffed haughtily, acting as if he was above the situation.“You don’t have the right to touch something as precious as that with your filthy hands,” he said, abruptly turning around, intent on walking away.He looked a bit like Noah, just much cuter. It was disheartening that this adorable child could be so foul-mouthed.“What’s so precious about it?” Myla taunted, feigning another attempt to touch the item.With lightning speed, the boy snatched the pot from its spot.“Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb! You’re dumb! Visitors shouldn’t dare touch things they haven’t been asked to touch!” he yelled, scolding her.Myla was amazed; she had never seen anyone move s