Andrea stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. The room was bustling with activity. Makeup artists, hair stylists, and designers flitted around her, each focused on their task. Rose stood beside her, a reassuring presence amidst the chaos."Hold still," one of the makeup artists said, applying the final touches to Andrea's face. "Almost done."Andrea tried to calm her racing thoughts. Today was the day she would officially be appointed as Luna, a role she had never asked for and certainly never imagined for herself. She caught Rose’s reflection in the mirror and offered a weak smile.Rose grinned back. "You look amazing, Andrea. Absolutely stunning."Andrea glanced down at the intricate dress she wore. It was a deep emerald green that complemented her eyes, the fabric flowing like liquid silk. The bodice was fitted, adorned with delicate beadwork that shimmered in the light. Her hair had been styled into loose waves, cascading down her ba
PAST Two days before the Luna ceremony, tensions simmered within the pack's council chambers. Logan's uncle, a seasoned alpha with a stern demeanor, sat at the head of the table, his brow furrowed deeply as he listened to the murmurs of disapproval from the council members."This is unprecedented, Logan," his uncle said with a heavy sigh, his voice carrying the weight of authority and concern. "A human Luna? Have you lost your senses?"Logan stood tall, his expression stoic despite the mounting pressure. "She is my mate," he replied firmly, meeting his uncle's gaze head-on. "I did not choose this, but fate has bound us." The council members exchanged uneasy glances, their skepticism evident. One elder spoke up, his voice laced with skepticism. "It goes against everything we've known. How can we trust a human to lead us?"Logan's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. "Andrea has proven herself," he retorted, his voice steely. "She possesses strength and determination that surpasse
As Andrea followed Logan through the quiet corridors towards his house, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She had barely processed the announcement that she would be moving from her bedroom to his bedroom, let alone the fact that all her belongings had already been relocated without her consent. Her exhaustion from the day's events weighed heavily on her, leaving little room for protest or questions.Logan's strides were purposeful, his jaw set in a firm line that betrayed none of the inner turmoil she suspected lay beneath. Andrea stole glances at him, trying to decipher his unreadable expression, but his focus remained forward, determined and unwavering.They walked towards his room Andrea realised that she had never been in this part of the house and couldn't help but marvel at the difference compared to the other part of the house, it looked vacant that no one actually lives this side no person in site, as they walked down a corridor lined with portraits of past al
As Andrea stirred from her sleep, she was instantly alert, sensing a presence in the room. Her heart raced as she turned to see Logan standing near her bed, his eyes a striking shade of amber that she hadn't seen before. The air around him crackled with a raw intensity that sent a shiver down her spine."Andrea," Logan's voice was low and husky, filled with a hunger that both thrilled and terrified her. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you."From that statement alone she knew it was Alex in charge.Andrea's breath caught in her throat as he moved closer, his gaze locked on hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, trailing down to caress her lips. She was frozen in place, caught between fear and an inexplicable longing that surged through her."You drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you in ways you can't even imagine."His touch was electric, sending tingles across her s
Logan paced the dimly lit corridor outside Andrea's room, his mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. The encounter had left him shaken, his usual composure unraveling in the face of her understanding gaze and gentle touch. He clenched his fists, struggling to regain control.As he walked, the echoes of the pack settling into sleep surrounded him, a comforting reminder of his responsibilities. Yet, tonight, those responsibilities felt like chains binding him to a fate he couldn't escape.The commotion that had stirred him from his restless pacing originated from the far end of the hallway—a muffled argument between two men, their voices strained with urgency. Logan hesitated, torn between investigating and retreating to the solitude of his own thoughts.But duty called, and he moved towards the source of the disturbance. As he approached, the voices grew louder, snippets of conversation floating to him through the thick silence of the night."... should have told her...""...not his
Sandra paced her opulent room, the plush carpet muffling her agitated footsteps. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting an eerie glow on her surroundings. She clutched her phone, waiting impatiently for the call she had placed to connect. Finally, a deep, gravelly voice answered, breaking the silence."What is it, Sandra?" the voice growled, laced with impatience and anger.Sandra's lips curled into a sneer. "It's Andrea," she spat, unable to mask the venom in her tone. "That pathetic human is ruining everything. She was never supposed to be Luna. That position was meant for me."There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Sandra could almost feel the tension crackling through the phone. "You assured me you had everything under control," the voice hissed. "How did she end up being chosen?"Sandra's grip tightened around her phone. "I did have everything under control until she showed up. Logan was supposed to reject her, but for some reason, he’s keeping he
Andrea sat by the window in her new room, staring out into the darkness. The events of the past few days had left her feeling more isolated and confused than ever. The Luna ceremony had changed everything, yet she felt as if she were living someone else's life, trapped in a role she didn't understand.She absentmindedly reached for the pendant around her neck, a simple blue stone set in a silver frame. It had belonged to her father, the only thing she had left of him. As she held it, the stone suddenly began to glow, a soft blue light emanating from it. Andrea's heart skipped a beat. This had happened before, when she first arrived at the pack, but she still had no explanation for it.A voice, soft and distant, whispered her name. "Andrea..."Her breath caught in her throat. She looked around the room, but there was no one there. The voice seemed to come from within the pendant itself. "Follow the light, Andrea. Find me..."The glowing intensified for a moment, then abruptly stopped.
As Andrea sat on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened, a soft knock on the door broke the silence. She frowned, glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight. Who could be visiting at this hour?"Come in," she called out, her voice tentative.The door creaked open, and to her surprise, Caleb stepped inside, his face a mask of concern. He closed the door behind him quietly, ensuring no one else could hear their conversation."Caleb? What are you doing here?" Andrea asked, her confusion evident.He moved closer, his eyes scanning the room before settling on her. "I had to see you. Are you alright?"Andrea sighed, running a hand through her hair. "As alright as I can be, considering everything. Why are you here, though?"Caleb sat down next to her, his expression serious. "I needed to talk to you about the necklace."Andrea's hand instinctively went to the pendant hanging around her neck. "What about it?"Caleb hesitated, glancing at the door as if
Andrea stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands gripping the sink as she splashed cold water on her face. She needed to clear her head, to process everything that had happened. The broken necklace, Rose's revelation, the unsettling feeling that something within her was changing—it was all too much. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.Suddenly, a scent wafted into the bathroom, cutting through her thoughts like a knife. It was a rich, intoxicating aroma, sweet and familiar—strawberries mingled with something deeper, muskier. Her heart skipped a beat, and her senses sharpened as the scent enveloped her.Mate. She sounds in her mind confused as to why she thought of saying that word.The word echoed in her mind, bringing with it a rush of emotions she couldn't comprehend. Her knees wobbled, and she gripped the sink tighter, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew that scent, had dreamed of it in restless nights, but it was stronger now, undeniable and
Andrea wandered through the bustling courtyard of the pack house, her thoughts preoccupied with the revelations of the past days. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cobblestones and painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. She absentmindedly fingered the necklace her father had given her, the one that seemed to hold so many unanswered questions. The necklace had always provided her with a sense of comfort and security, a connection to her past. As she rounded the corner, Andrea found herself face-to-face with Sandra and her entourage. Sandra, with her perfectly coiffed hair and cold, piercing eyes, regarded Andrea with thinly veiled disdain. The atmosphere grew tense, the air crackling with an undercurrent of hostility. Andrea had known Sandra's type well—privileged, entitled, and always ready to belittle others to make themselves feel superior. "Well, well, if it isn't the Luna," Sandra sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What are you doing here al
Andrea stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Logan's study, once a place of potential resolution, now felt like a trap of disappointment and betrayal. Jess's presence on his lap was a stark reminder of everything Andrea had hoped wasn't true.Logan's eyes darted from Andrea to Jess and back, his expression unreadable but guarded. He didn't move to disentangle himself from Jess's embrace, nor did he offer any explanation or apology for what Andrea had walked in on. His silence only deepened the wound in Andrea's heart.Jess, on the other hand, smirked knowingly at Andrea, as if relishing the discomfort she caused. "Looks like you caught us at a bad time," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Andrea clenched her fists, fighting to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "I came here to talk to Logan," she said, her words tinged with bitterness. "But it seems he's busy."Logan's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a flicker of guilt
Andrea stood in the dimly lit study of the main house, facing Logan with a mixture of confusion and frustration. The air between them crackled with tension, each moment stretching taut as she awaited his answer."Why do you hate me so much, Logan?" Andrea's voice quivered slightly, betraying the emotions swirling within her. "What did I ever do to you?"Logan remained silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at her with intensity. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, and Andrea could almost feel the turmoil churning beneath his stoic exterior."You don't know anything about your father, Andrea," Logan finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with bitterness. "You have no idea what he's done."Andrea's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? My father is-was a good man. He would never hurt anyone."Logan's eyes flashed with anger, his restraint slipping slightly. "Your father is the reason I lost my parents," he gritted out, each word laced
Andrea woke with a start, the echo of the mysterious figure and the haunting voice still lingering in her mind. The forest clearing and the river seemed like a distant dream now, but the urgency to unravel the mysteries of her past remained. She needed answers, and she needed them soon.Slipping out of bed, Andrea dressed quickly, her mind racing with fragments of memories and unanswered questions. The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered.She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house.The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any me
Andrea lay in bed, her mind unable to find peace. The weight of the day’s revelations bore down on her, and exhaustion eventually pulled her into a restless sleep. Her dreams carried her back to a time she had long tried to forget—a time when a woman once visited their home.---The living room of Andrea’s childhood home was filled with the warm, comforting glow of the fireplace. She was no more than seven years old, playing with her dolls on the soft carpet while the aroma of her father’s cooking wafted from the kitchen. It was a scene of domestic tranquility, yet a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.Andrea’s father, Jonathan, stood by the window, his face a mask of concern. A woman named Evelyn, entered the room, her movements tense and her expression strained. Andrea, sensing the change in the atmosphere, looked up from her playthings, her young mind alert to the undercurrents of distress in the air.The woman came to her and picked her up.“You look so much like your gran
Andrea tossed and turned in her bed, haunted by the events of the previous night. The pain from the heat had subsided, but the emotional scars left by Logan's cold detachment were still fresh. She stared at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and hurt. Sleep seemed impossible, but eventually, exhaustion claimed her.In the early hours of the morning, Andrea was jolted awake by a strange sensation. Her necklace, the one her father had given her, was glowing again. She sat up, eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. The blue light pulsated rhythmically, casting an eerie glow in the dark room. Her heart pounded as she reached up to touch it.A soft, ethereal voice filled the room. "Andrea, follow me."Andrea froze, her breath caught in her throat. She had heard the voice before, but it had never been this clear. It felt both familiar and otherworldly, like a long-forgotten dream. She stood up, her curiosity overpowering her fear."Who are you?" she whispered, but the voice only
Logan woke up with a heavy feeling in his chest, an unusual sense of guilt gnawing at him. The events of the previous night played over in his mind. He had given in to Alex's urgings and the undeniable pull of the bond, but now he regretted it. He had done what he thought necessary to ease her pain, but it didn't change how he felt about her. Or so he tried to convince himself.He walked back to their shared room, dreading what he might find. As he opened the door, the sight that greeted him made his heart sink. The sheets were stained with blood, stark against the otherwise pristine bedding. A wave of guilt washed over him. He stood there for a moment, wrestling with his emotions, before he forced himself to look away."Get a grip, Logan," he muttered under his breath. "This changes nothing."He turned on his heel and left the room, making his way downstairs to the dining hall. Breakfast with the pack was a daily ritual, and as Alpha, it was expected that he be the first to eat. The
Andrea woke up to the now familiar, yet unbearable, pain that had been plaguing her for days. Every muscle in her body ached, and the heat within her was becoming more intense, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. She lay in bed, curled up and clutching her pillow tightly. The room was filled with Logan's scent, which oddly brought her a semblance of calm amidst the chaos her body was experiencing.Every time she considered leaving the room to seek help, the pain intensified, almost as if reminding her that she needed to stay where Logan's scent was the strongest. She couldn't understand why his scent was the only thing that brought her any relief, but she clung to it like a lifeline.Meanwhile, in his own quarters, Logan was feeling restless. He paced back and forth, trying to focus on his duties, but his mind kept drifting back to Andrea. He could feel her pain through their bond, and it gnawed at him, making it difficult to concentrate. Alex, his wolf, was in a state of ag