*VERA'S POV* As dawn broke, Sylvester and I sat on our balcony, hands intertwined. The kingdom stretched before us, bathed in golden light."Our journey's been fraught with danger," Sylvester said, his eyes reflecting on our past. "But our love remains unshaken."I smiled, my heart full. "Through every trial, our bond grew stronger."Sylvester's eyes burned with passion. "Forever and always."In that moment, our love shone brighter than any star. The world faded into the background, leaving only us. As we gazed out at the kingdom, I knew our future held promise. Our love would be the foundation upon which we built our reign..."Imagine our children," Sylvester whispered, "growing up in a kingdom at peace."My heart swelled with joy, visions of laughter and family filling my mind.But as we basked in our happiness, a faint rumble echoed in the distance."Thunder?" Sylvester frowned.I sensed it too – a darkness gathering on the horizon.And then, a figure emerged from the shadows."De
*VERA’S POV*But before I could ask any more questions, Shaun grabbed my arm and started pulling me away. "Come on, Vera. We need to be going."I stumbled after him, feeling like I was being swept up in a tornado. What was happening? Why was Shaun being so desperate?And what did he mean by "save my life"?Shaun's words cut through me like a knife. They shook my emotions like an earthquake.. "Vera, your mom wasn't killed by rogues. She was killed by Sylvester's guys."I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. My world was turned upside down. I stumbled backward, my eyes fixed on Shaun's face. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is this real??"What...what are you talking about?" I stuttered.Shaun's expression was grim. "Your mom was a Lycan, Vera. She loved and wanted to live with werewolves after your dad's death. But Sylvester's guys didn't want that. They saw her as a threat, so they killed her."I felt like I was living in a nightmare. This couldn't be true. Sylvester wouldn't do tha
VERA’s POVI trudged through the forest, my mind was a jumbled mess. I mean, I'd just found out my mom was killed by Sylvester's guys. And that I was a Lycan. Like, what even is that?I felt like I was stuck in some kind of crazy dream. Like, I'd wake up and it'd all be over. But deep down, I knew it wasn't a dream. It was my reality. And it sucked. This was too much to fathom.Shaun walked beside me, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He was being super quiet, which was kinda freaking me out. I mean, I knew he was trying to be all supportive and stuff, but seriously, a little conversation would be nice..."Hey, Shaun?" I said, trying to break the silence.He turned to me, his eyes questioning. "Yeah?"I hesitated, unsure of how to ask what I wanted to ask. "Do you think...do you think Sylvester knew about my mom?"Shaun's expression turned grim. "I don't know, Vera. But I do know one thing - we need to get out of here. Now."I nodded, feeling a surge of fear. What if Sylvester's guys f
VERA’s POVI trudged through the forest, my mind was a jumbled mess. I mean, I'd just found out my mom was killed by Sylvester's guys. And that I was a Lycan. Like, what even is that?I felt like I was stuck in some kind of crazy dream. Like, I'd wake up and it'd all be over. But deep down, I knew it wasn't a dream. It was my reality. And it sucked. This was too much to fathom.Shaun walked beside me, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He was being super quiet, which was kinda freaking me out. I mean, I knew he was trying to be all supportive and stuff, but seriously, a little conversation would be nice..."Hey, Shaun?" I said, trying to break the silence.He turned to me, his eyes questioning. "Yeah?"I hesitated, unsure of how to ask what I wanted to ask. "Do you think...do you think Sylvester knew about my mom?"Shaun's expression turned grim. "I don't know, Vera. But I do know one thing - we need to get out of here. Now."I nodded, feeling a surge of fear. What if Sylvester's guys f
CHAPTER 57 FEELINGS(VERA’S POV) I felt a surge of anger and determination. I was going to expose them, no matter what it took.I quickly made my way to my room, locking the door behind me. I knew that I had to be careful, that the traitors could be anywhere.I took a deep breath and tried to think clearly. I knew that I had to come up with a plan, and I needed to act fast.As I sat there, thinking, I heard a knock at the door. I froze, my heart started racing with fear.Who could it be? Was it one of the traitors, come to finish me off?I slowly got up and made my way to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. I looked through the peephole, and my heart skipped a beat.It was Josh, the YouTube personality. I had forgotten all about him.I quickly opened the door, trying to compose myself. "Josh, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound calm.Josh smiled and walked into the room. "I heard that you were in danger," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "I came to help."
DEREK'S POV.I stood outside my apartment, the chill of the evening air biting at my skin. I fumbled with my keys, my hands trembling as I tried to unlock the door. The events of the day played on a relentless loop in my mind, each moment more agonizing than the last. I could still hear Vera's voice, filled with fear and disbelief, ringing in his ears. “Let go of me, you desperate fuck” Vera had spat at me. She called me desperate, am I truly desperate though?“Of course you are Derek”, an inner voice told me.As I finally pushed the door open, the familiar smell of my home hit me like a wave, but it offered no comfort. The walls that once felt like a sanctuary now felt like a prison. I stepped inside, closing the door behind Me with a soft click that echoed in the silence. It was a stark reminder that I was alone. Alone with my thoughts, alone with guilt.I moved to and fro in my apartment, I'd fucked up I thought. I moved to the living room, where the dim light cast long shadows
VERA'S POV.King Sylvester's presence was a comforting balm against the chaos that had recently invaded my life. The memory of Derek’s attempted kidnapping still clung to me like a shadow, but here in the garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the soft hum of nature, I felt a flicker of hope. Sylvester had always been a steadfast figure, his strength radiating warmth that eased my troubled heart.I'm really glad I gave him a chance in my life after everything.. I said to myself.As I sat on the edge of the fountain, the gentle sound of water cascading down the stones filled the air. The king approached, his regal posture softened by the way he looked at me—his eyes filled with concern and determination. “Vera,” he said softly, kneeling beside me. “You don’t have to worry about Derek anymore. I won’t let him hurt you.”His words wrapped around me like a protective shield. I wanted to believe him completely, to let go of the fear that had gripped me since that harrowing day. But the
DEREK'S POV.I stood at the edge of the park, watching the leaves dance in the gentle breeze. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the sun casting warm rays that painted the world in golden hues. Yet, despite the vibrant surroundings, a heaviness settled in my chest. Today was the day I had decided to let go, at least for now.Vera had been on my mind constantly. The way her laughter lit up a room, how her eyes sparkled with mischief, and the warmth of her smile had all woven themselves into the fabric of my thoughts. But I knew I had to step back. Our relationship had become a tangled web of emotions, and I was indeed tired of feeling like a puppet, pulled in different directions by her indecision. “It was time to let her be, to give her the space she needed, even if it felt like tearing a piece of myself away”. I said to myself.“I’ll let her be,” I whispered. The words feel foreign yet liberating. I had spent countless nights contemplating my feelings for her, wondering if I was
AMBER’S TRIP.DEREK'S POV.I sat as the familiar scent of clay hit my nostrils. A clear reminder of how far I'd come since I started my journey of pottery learning and making. It's been a few weeks since Vera rejected me though the pain of the memory still lingered in my heart but I felt lighter now. All thanks to Amber and pottery classes. Amber had assisted me through the twists and turns of my emotions, with her company I didn't have to worry or think so much. Amber indeed had a way of making everything feel easy and effortless. In no time, I found myself drawn to her creativity, free spirit and earth. Each session with her felt like a step towards healing, a method to fill the emptiness Vera had left behind.Amber was working on her own piece and she was at the same time sharing a story with me. She encouraged me and doesn't fail to praise me anytime I excellently molded clay.“Derek, you’re getting better at this!” Amber called out, her voice bright with encouragement. I looked
VERA'S POV.I stood at the window, watching the world from inside. My heart raced at the thought of Sylvester coming back in four days time, I was quite excited having missed him a lot. I missed the warmth of his embrace, his touch, his company, his presence, his majestic and stunning appearances. I missed everything about him. But then, Shaun's words echoed in my mind, passing shivers in my vines."Vera, you need to leave this kingdom urgently. Sylvester will definitely kill you if he finds out you’re a Lycan hybrid and not a werewolf," he had warmed me, his voice cracking with urgency and fear. I could still see the worry written on his face, the way his fingers trembled and shook as he spoke. But how could I believe him? I had always thought I was just a werewolf, a creature of the night, but now he says I'm a Lycan? How was I supposed to welcome that into my head as the truth?I refused to let fear take hold of me, to let Shaun's words and warnings enter my heart. I had to trust i
VERA'S POV.The day had finally arrived, the day I was to meet with Shaun, my long time relative. I had no idea what my meeting with him would entail, but I hoped it was for positivity.As I stepped into the restaurant, I spotted Shaun, he was sitted at a corner table. From afar, his facial expression seemed serious. I walked up to him, his eyes was filled with intensity and I couldn't place the reason why.The last time I saw Shaun aside from the last time we reunited was In my former pack where I used to live with my stepfather. Shaun was aware of my relationship with Derek at that time.After exchanging pleasantries, I took my seat, and the waiter brought us menus. I glanced at them, but my mind was elsewhere. “How're you today Vera?” Shaun asked.“Oh, well I'm fine, just nervous about our meeting”.Shaun didn’t say a word, he just sighed.“What about the king, your husband?” he asked with a kind of tone.“Well, he is well, he's not in the kingdom currently, he went for an urgent
VERA'S POV.I was passing through the castle's walk way, in a room in saw Sylvester and uncle Ryan, they seem to be discussing something quite serious. I decided to hide and eavesdrop their conversation. They were talking with their voices barely above a whisper, but the castle was really quite so it wasn't difficult for me to listen. My heart raced as Rayn just delivered a news that would change things. I could sense the urgency from his voice and I felt a pang of anxiety.“There's an urgent meeting in Cadora pack and all the alphas must be present. You'd be two weeks away my king” I eavesdropped as Rayn told my husband.He also handed a piece of paper to him and he read it thoroughly.“We're to leave early tomorrow morning” Rayn continued and Sylvester nodded his head...“I've to be away for two weeks Vera, there's an urgent meeting I have to attend”. Sylvester told me as we lay on our royal bed almost ready to sleep.I didn't say a word because he was the king, it's one of his du
VERA'S POV.“Congratulations ma’am, You're four weeks pregnant with twins” the doctor said, stretching his hand for a handshake.“Ohh, really? Did I hear you say twins doc!” I asked in confusion, shaking his hands.“You heard me right,” the doctor smiled, handing my results to me.“Thank you so much” I said with a smile.….As I stepped out from the hospital, cool breeze refreshed my skin. I felt so delighted owing to the fact I was carrying a set of twins. I imagined how the look on Sylvester's face would be when I break the news to him. I placed my hands on my belly, I'd gone expecting a simple confirmed of pregnancy, I'd thought I was just pregnant with a child, but to my greatest surprise it's not just a child.. but two children! The news was still swirling in my mind, I was indeed so delighted and I concluded I'd spill the beans to Sylvester very soon, but not now though. This revelation turned my world into a fairy tale.As I started my walk home. Each step felt heavy, filled b
VERA'S POV.The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across our room. I lay there, listening to the distant sounds of the pack stirring. A sense of unease settled in my stomach, a feeling that something was off. It wasn’t long before the heavy footsteps of the pack members echoed through the halls, their urgency palpable. My heart raced as I heard them call for Sylvester.I quickly dressed and made my way to the great hall, where the clan gathered. The air was thick with tension, and I could see the worry etched on the faces of our people. As I entered, I caught sight of my husband, King Sylvester, standing tall and commanding, his presence both reassuring and terrifying. The pack members were breathless, their words tumbling over one another as they reported the sighting of powerful werewolf intruders trying to claim our lands.A chill ran down my spine. The thought of intruders, especially powerful ones, sent waves of fear crashing over me. I had seen the dev
DEREK'S POV.As the weeks went by, Amber and I found ourselves paired up for a project. We were to create a set of matching mugs, and I was both excited and nervous. I could feel the weight of my memories with Vera pressing down on me, but Amber had a lightness that was hard to resist. She would often catch my eye and smile, her enthusiasm infectious. “Come on, Derek! You can’t just press the clay down like that! You have to give it some love!” she teased one afternoon, her laughter ringing out like music. I found myself smiling back, despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. “Thanks for the correction, miss tutor” i said, teasing her back.Our pottery sessions turned into something more. After class, Amber would often invite me over to her place, where she’d whip up something delicious in the kitchen. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had cooked for me, and it felt nice to be cared for, even if just a little. “Do you like pasta?” she asked one day, her hands busy
VERA'S POV.---As I stepped into the grand hall of the castle, the air was thick with anticipation. Today, I would meet Uncle Ryan, King Sylvester’s personal adviser. I had heard whispers about him—how he was not only intelligent but also quite handsome. My heart raced as I approached the ornate door, my mind swirling with thoughts about what this encounter would bring. When the door swung open, I was greeted by a warm smile that instantly put me at ease. Uncle Ryan had an aura of kindness that made the vastness of the hall feel cozy. His deep, expressive eyes sparkled with intelligence.As I walked through the marble corridors, the sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the ornate decorations. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging here, yet there was still that lingering feeling of being an outsider. I was King Sylvester's Luna, after all, but the weight of that title often felt heavy on my shoulders. I took a deep breath, reminding myself of the
VERA'S POV.As I sit in front of the mirror, the soft glow of the morning sun spills into the room, illuminating the delicate strands of my hair and the sparkle of the jewels adorning my neck and wrists. King Sylvester has outdone himself again. The diamond necklace he gifted me last night is breathtaking, a cascade of light that dances with every movement I make. I can’t help but smile at the thought of his face when he saw my reaction. He loves to spoil me, and I adore him for it.Every day feels like a fairy tale. Breakfast in bed, luxurious spa treatments, and the most exquisite gowns to wear to our evening gatherings. Sylvester’s affection is wrapped in every gift, every gesture. It’s as if he believes that material things can shield me from the world’s troubles. But beneath the surface of this opulence, I feel a growing weight in my chest, a heaviness I can’t quite shake off. I glance at the clock, realizing that I’ve spent too long admiring my reflection. Sylvester will be her