Pale fingers, as white as a bedroom sheet, did not move. Jenn laid on the floor with her eyes open - once vibrant, now empty and glassy. Samuel breathed heavily in the eerie silence of Jenn’s living room. After his emotions dwindled, he finally understood what he had done. At first he could not believe it, but as the time passed, he decided to stay strong - no alpha could let himself have a moment of doubt.Next to Jenn’s fingers laid a black necklace with a padlock - a gift from Dervel. It made a stark contrast to the blood-red roses in the vase on the nearby table. The scent of roses, once a symbol of their passion, now mingled with the metallic tang of blood, creating a haunting aroma that hung heavy in the air. Samuel's sinewy hands reached out to pick up the necklace, his fingers tracing the smooth, dark surface.What the hell is it? Did you really become Dervel’s object?The padlock itself intrigued him - it looked like a symbol of her imprisonment.What did you do it for? Thos
In a dimly lit cavern in the heart of the forest, Jig and Patrick sat across from each other, their faces shrouded in shadow. The atmosphere was tense, charged with anticipation.Having his wolf on the verge of revelation, Jig leaned forward. "Patrick, you sly fox, I must say this plan of ours has worked like a charm. Stacy, the dwarf, has truly come through for us."Patrick nodded, a sinister smile curling on his lips. "Indeed, Jig. Stacy's approval of our plan gave us access to Bianca. And Dean is such a lost leader that he will do whatever Stacy tells him to do. If Bianca does not regain her memory until the day of conception, the biggest part of the plan will be done.”Jig chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Who would've thought a dwarf seemingly of no worth would become our secret weapon?"Patrick’s voice barely above a whisper. "Without him, I would not be able to get to Bianca. Now we need to make sure we are always one step ahead. Ahead of them all"His eyes gleamed with exciteme
“My name is Patrick. I am your father, my child. ”Bianca stared at him with an open mouth. She could not remember a thing from her past. The sight of a handsome, a bit older man who declared to be her father was special in terms of two things: first of all, she stopped being so alone in this world and, secondly, she could finally learn something about her past.“But… I just don’t remember you. I’m sorry, but I don’t remember anything!”Her tears could not stop falling. She tried to hide her eyes behind the shaking palm of her hand.“Don’t be shy to cry, darling. It’s all good. You just need to know you’re among friends. I will take care of you.”Patrick put the warmest smile on his face he could, and hugged Bianca, leaning over her bed. When she hid her face in his arms, he could finally take off his mask and stop smiling.It is my time now. Don’t screw it, Patrick. Just imagine Melany watching us now!"Tell me!" she begged, her voice quivering with emotion. "Tell me everything about
“You can’t be serious.” Stacy let go of the handle and the door slowly closed. Jenn was lying on the floor motionless with her empty eyes staring at him. There was a dark bruise painted on her neck and reaching up to her collarbone.Stacy felt a shiver run down his spine as he recognized a familiar smell in the air – one that could not belong to anyone but a werewolf. The chilling realization gripped his heart. Could the murderer still be inside, hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike again?He tightened his grip on the small ax, his knuckles turning white as he scanned the room, senses on high alert. The faint sound of a growl reached his ears, and his eyes darted toward the corner where heavy breathing moved the curtains.Stacy's heart raced as he prepared for a confrontation. "Show yourself!" he commanded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.The figure slowly emerged from the shadows, revealing a hulking, hairy form with gleaming blue eyes – a werewolf. Its
Patrick and Jig eagerly awaited the day when they would unveil the enigmatic werewolf to Bianca. If they played it out well, in just four weeks Jig would become a father of the most powerful creature in the world.“We just have to earn her trust. Once she feels comfortable with you, you can persuade her to have a baby together,” Patrick advised, cradling a thick album filled with photos at his side.“...or”, Jig’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, “I can use these drugs to quell her senses. We don’t need her mind, just her body.”A shiver ran down Patrick's spine, an inexplicable disgust washing over him as he pictured Jig getting close to his daughter. Yet, this was the price he had to pay to achieve his goals.“Just restrain your demons for now, and do it as discreetly as possible,” Patrick hid the uneasiness filling up his guts.“As you wish, dad,” Jig mocked him. “Those ‘demons’, as you call them, might prove quite useful.”“Wait for my signal. I’ll let you know when she is r
“Dean…” Stacy spoke his name full of pretended respect. The Alpha werewolf looked at him worried, his guts were telling him that nothing good was going to get out of his mouth.“I would never suspect that Dervel had started so many bad things which are haunting us. The circle of evil did not disappear with his death.”“What do you mean by that?” His guts proved to be right.“Samuel, the werewolf who married Bianca for her grandpa’s money, escaped from prison. He wants to get Bianca again and enslave her. Without her signature he can’t put his dirty hands on her fortune. That’s the legal obligation.”The dwarf used facts to tell his own version of the story.“And…” Stacy made a pause.“And what?” Dean was getting more and more impatient with all the shit which seemed to have no end.“He knows about the legend. He wants to beget Bianca and become the ruler of this world. That would mean the end of the world we know now.”“Do you think he’s dangerous?” Dean rubbed his forehead, clearly t
“That’s good that you decided to go out, my dear,” Patrick stood in front of Bianca, at the heart of the woods, bathed in silver moonlight. Bianca kept silent, her ebony feathers glistened in the soft glow. Her eyes, once sharp and knowing, now held a distant and confused look. She shifted uneasily, uncertain of her surroundings.“Don’t feel anxious. I’m over the moon that you’re feeling stronger at last,” he came up to her slowly and intended to hug her. Bianca, feeling uncertain in the arms of a stranger, wanted to oppose it, but she could not push him away. She realized she needed that, she needed to be taken care of.Patrick finally hugged her and reassured her everything would be fine. “Just trust me.”Staying so close to her, like a father to his daughter, he motioned for Jig to approach, his eyes carrying a mix of hope and tenderness."Bianca, my daughter, this is Jig. He's... he's your husband."Bianca turned her gaze toward Jig, her eyes scanning the wolfish figure before her
Jig held Bianca’s hand, and he pressed it against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, steadily and as if he was not a living creature but a mechanical tool counting down to its explosion.Patrick watched them from behind, trying to become invisible, but at the same time, he didn’t want to lose even a word of theirs.“I’ve always loved you, my darling. From the moment I saw you for the first time, I knew you were destined for me. You’re my mate, my only mate” the beast really learnt well to play his part. If Patrick didn’t know him, even he would fall for his full of care voice.“I just don’t remember anything!” Bianca burst into tears. “The more you say about my past life, the worse I feel. I don’t remember anything and I feel nothing except fear!”She tried to pull her hand from his grip but Jig didn’t let it happen. Instead, he wrapped her around her waist and tightened. She had no chance to escape from his arms.Jig! What the fu*ck are you doing! Patrick couldn’t believe h