As I step out of the bathroom, the steam still lingering in the air, my eyes fall upon the unexpected sight of Lucien sitting casually on my bed. My heart skips a beat, and a wave of unease washes over me. What is he doing here? What could possibly be the reason for his presence in my private sanctuary?I gather my courage and approach him, my robe clinging to my damp skin. His piercing gaze meets mine, devoid of any warmth or emotion. It sends shivers down my spine, a reminder of the coldness that resides within him. I can’t help but feel a sense of apprehension, as if I am treading on thin ice.“What’s the matter?” I ask, my voice laced with a hint of nervousness. His snare, a disdainful curl of his lips, sends a chill down my spine. He doesn’t respond immediately, prolonging the suspense, making me wonder what could possibly be going through his mind.Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, chilling me to the core. “Prepare yourself for the public press conference tomorrow,” he
I wake up early in the morning, my eyes blinking away the remnants of sleep. The soft rays of the dawn filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I stretch my arms above my head, feeling a slight fatigue lingering in my body.As I sit up in bed, I take in the sight of my room. Scattered notes are strewn across the desk, a testament to the hours I spent rehearsing the previous night. I let out a heavy sigh, realizing the magnitude of the task before me. The weight of responsibility settles upon my shoulders, reminding me of the importance of the day ahead.Just as I’m about to pick up one of the notes, the door opens, and Lily enters, her presence filling the room. She carries a distinct box in her hand, its contents unknown to me. I watch her with curiosity as she casually strolls toward the table, placing the box next to the air conditioner.“Good morning, Lily,” I greet her, my voice filled with a mix of weariness and anticipation. “May I ask what you’re carryi
Lauren didn’t just give me the chance to bask in the glory of gifting Natasha but she also styles me completely and I hate to admit that I feel sleek in the new clothes she got me. As I examine myself in the meticulously tailored clothes that Lauren has chosen, they cling to my frame with an impeccable fit, as if they were custom-made specifically for me. The suit exudes a subtle elegance, adorned with tastefully placed diamond stones that shimmer with a gentle radiance. Despite their presence, the embellishments remain understated, aligning with my preference for a more reserved style.The moment has arrived. Outside my compound, a gathering of men congregates, their extravagant cars forming an impressive display. Among the crowd, my eyes lock onto Lisa and her father, a surge of anger and resentment coursing through me. I clench my fists tightly, restraining the impulse to act upon my emotions.I summon Adam, instructing him to coordinate the people and ensure the smooth running of t
Standing in front of the grand hall, I take in the sight of numerous parked cars and a throng of presenters and reporters, their cameras and microphones poised to capture every moment of this conference. However, their intrusion is swiftly halted by Adam, his imposing presence and deep voice demanding their retreat. With my arm entwined with Lucien’s, we confidently stride down the red carpet, making our way into the expansive conference room.The room itself is a masterpiece of modern design, exuding an air of power and authority. The walls are adorned with sleek panels of glass, allowing natural light to filter in and illuminate the space. The ceiling is adorned with dazzling chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. Rows upon rows of plush seats fill the room, occupied by influential figures and esteemed guests.As we make our entrance, all eyes are drawn to Lucien, and a hush falls over the room. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation, and even the subtle
As we step into our home, the familiar ambiance envelopes us, offering a temporary respite from the outside world. But before I can fully relax, Lucien playfully spanks me, “my little pet” he says, accompanied by his mischievous grin. Irritation prickles beneath my skin, but I suppress it, forced to accept his demeaning remark.However, the weight of my suppressed emotions becomes unbearable, and I turn to face Lucien, my voice laced with anger. “I’m not your pet, Lucien,” I assert, my tone sharp and resolute. “I’m not thrilled about being married to the man who took my father’s life and imprisoned my mother.”Lauren, who has just quietly entered the room, freezes at my words. The greatest surprise is boldly written on her face, as if she had stumbled upon a well-kept secret, unraveling the truth that had been concealed for so long.Lucien’s mischievous grin vanishes, replaced by a flicker of concern in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his voice softening. “Natasha, I understand your
Unknown to both Lucien and Natasha seeing how suspicious she’s been acting as she likes and her movements are uncoordinated in the premises I put a few guards on a trail to monitor and trace her every step waiting patiently for when she does make a mistake. I make my way to the monitoring room, a dimly lit space filled with an array of screens displaying different camera feeds. The atmosphere is heavy with tension as I spot the guard sitting hunched over the console, his eyes fixed on Natasha’s activities.“Hey, you,” I call out sternly, my voice laced with authority. The guard jumps in his seat, clearly startled by my sudden presence. He quickly stands up, saluting me in his guard’s uniform.“S-Sir,” he stammers, his voice trembling with fear. “I’ve been keeping an eye on Natasha as instructed.”I narrow my eyes, my frustration mounting. “And what have you discovered? Any valuable information?”The guard hesitates, his gaze shifting uneasily. “Well, sir… it’s been difficult to get c
As I sit alone in the room, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, I can’t help but notice the strange physical sensations that have been plaguing me. The nausea, the food cravings, and the aversion to watermelon—all these signs seem to point to something beyond my comprehension. I find myself talking to myself, trying to make sense of it all.“Why do I feel like this? What’s happening to me?” I whisper to no one in particular, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. The unease in my gut grows, and I can’t shake off the feeling that something is off.Just then, Lucien enters the room, his expression devoid of any emotion. His pale face stands out against the dark backdrop of the room. I can’t help but feel a mix of anger and resentment as he approaches me. His touch, gentle yet invasive, sends a shiver down my spine.His finger brushes against my cheek, and I instinctively recoil, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Why are you here?” I ask, my voice la
“Congratulations,” he says, his voice filled with cheerfulness. “You’re pregnant.”My eyes widen in shock, and tears well up in my eyes. These are not tears of joy, but tears of fear and disbelief. How could this be happening? I never wanted this, especially not with Lucien, the man who forced me into this marriage.As the reality sinks in, I feel a mix of emotions swirling within me. Anger, sadness, and a deep sense of despair grip my heart. This is undoubtedly the worst day of my life.Beside me, Lucien remains seated, his expression adorned with a mischievous grin. He reaches out and gently caresses my belly with his right arm, reveling in the news. His touch sends shivers down my spine, a reminder of the violation I endured.He leans closer, his voice dripping with dark humor. “Imagine that, darling,” he says, his words laced with a twisted sense of amusement. “Our little bundle of joy, just like me.”I recoil at his words, my mind consumed with fear and anxiety. I’m carrying a li
We both stand panting in the middle of the forest, surrounded by broken trees and torn-up road. The air is charged with tension, and it's clear that neither of us is backing down. "You're a strong old man," I say, my voice tight. Raphael laughs, but there's a hint of bitterness in his laugh. "And you're a persistent young fella," he says. I can tell that he's getting tired, but so am I. This battle could go on for hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.Raphael launches at me, his fist colliding with my face. I fly backwards, crashing into a tree. I try to stand up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out Raphael's figure through the haze. He walks towards me, his face cold and expressionless. I know he's about to deliver the final blow, and I can't do anything to stop him.As I stand there, resigned to my fate, I hear a voice calling my name. I try to focus, but my vision is still blurry. Then, I hear it again, and I realize it
I'm chasing the convoy of cars, and I manage to catch up to the last car in the line. I slash at the tires with my claws, and the car tumbles over onto its side. Five werewolves jump out, snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red with rage. They leap towards me, ready to fight. I stand my ground, ready to face them.As the werewolves charge towards me, I leap into action. I meet the first werewolf head-on, blocking its claws with my own. We clash together, our claws and teeth tearing at each other, snarling and snapping. I feel the other werewolves closing in, and I know I have to act fast. I twist away from the first werewolf, kicking it in the chest as I spin. I duck under the claws of the second werewolf, landing a punch to its gut. The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside.The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist i
I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rushes through me so fast that I lose my balance and crash into the stone floor of the temple. It's a jarring blow, but I feel my strength returning. I look up at Natasha, and I see a determined look on her face. "We have to stop them," she says.Before I can even get to my feet, I'm kicked in the sid
After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."Arturo's power is incredible, his spells strong and fast. But my current strength is a match for him. I leap and dodge, the trees around us cracking and falling as our battle rages on. Leaves and twigs fly through the air, and the earth shudders with every blow we land. It's a fierce and deadly dance, and I can feel my strength waning. But I won't give up, not until the battle is won.I lunge at Arturo, aiming to take him down, but he's faster than I thought. He sidesteps my attack, and then his h
There's a shortcut to the temple, and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a winding path that few know about, and it's shrouded in mystery. As we run, our speed increases, until we're moving at the maximum speed that a werewolf can travel. The air rushes past us, and I feel like I could run forever. But there's no time for that now. We need to reach the temple before Aurora does.We're stopped in our tracks by a huge crack in the earth. It's as if an earthquake has split the land in two. I'm about to jump across when Sam appears, teleporting in a flash of light. "This is the advantage of being a witch," he says, a smug grin on his face. "I can just teleport across." I feel a surge of annoyance, but I know he's right. I grin, and I leap into the air with all the strength I have. I feel the wind rushing past me, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Then I land on the other side, my feet hitting the ground with a thud. Jacob is still on the other side, looking at me in disbelief.
“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.I hold my wrist, the pain searing through my body. My eyes are full of fury as I glare at Lucien. "Why did you do that?" I demand. "Why did you slit my wrist so that you could taste my blood?" Lucien stands before me, and he is the picture of calm. He seems unfazed by my anger, and it only fuels my rage. "Your blood is special, Natasha, according to your mother," he says. "It's powerful. I think I might need it for my plan to work." His words send a chi
A devious smile spreads across my face as a brilliant idea forms in my mind. I look around, taking in my companions: a single witch, a werewolf, and myself. "This will have to do," I say, my voice low and dangerous. Sam and Jacob exchange a wary glance, as if they can sense the dark thoughts churning in my mind. I can see the fear in their eyes, but I know they're with me to the end, not entirely sure about Sam though. I turn to Sam, an expectant look on my face. "Can you clone yourself?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. His expression falters, and he shakes his head. "I can't," he says, sounding a little embarrassed. I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm asking more of him than he's capable of. Suddenly, we hear a voice from the kitchen area, as if from a great distance. "Cloning spells are one of the easiest ancient spells a witch should know," it says, its tone full of knowledge and experience.We turn, and there's Alphana, Natasha's mother. She's an enigmatic figure, shrou
I stir from my sleep, a persistent knocking sound breaking through my slumber. I glance over at Natasha, who's sleeping peacefully, and decide to investigate the noise myself. I throw on a robe and head downstairs, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. I see Jacob, already on his way to answer the door. He stops in his tracks and bows low as I approach. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cold and commanding. Jacob shrugs, looking just as puzzled as I am. He opens the door, and my eyes remains the same for the lack of surprise surprise. Sam stands there, a sly grin on his face. I want to slap that smug expression right off his face, but I keep my cool, my expression stony. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice like ice. Sam chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just wanted to pay a visit, Lucien," he says, his tone overly casual. I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed."Of course, I'm not here for a visit," Sam says, rolling his eyes. His expression turns serious, and he fixes me with a
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi