Darlyn's heart pounded in her chest as she saw Dante for the first time in months. She couldn't believe the state that he was in; his once proud and powerful form was now reduced to a battered and bruised body, tied up with a silver chain. Darlyn felt her stomach twist in knots at the sight of him.“Damn you, Donovan! What did you do to your son?” She whispered to herself.Her eyes traced over his wounds, the deep gashes and bruises covering his skin. The smell of his blood was overpowering, and she had to resist the urge to shift into her wolf form and tear his captors apart. Dante's eyes met hers, and Darlyn saw the pain and anger that he was trying to hide from her.As she approached him, Darlyn could feel the tension in the air between them. She had always loved Dante, but he had chosen Anna over her. Now, she had the chance to make him pay for his mistake. Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she leaned in closer to him."What did they do to you?" she asked, her voice thick
ANNAI sit alone in my dark and silent room, my heart heavy with despair. My thoughts are consumed by the events that led me to this moment. I was once a carefree wolf, living in the moment, dreaming of a future with the man I loved. But now, everything has changed. My life has been ripped apart, and I am left with nothing but pain and suffering.I remember the day I was taken away from Dante, my fated mate. His father, the Lycan King, despised me because I was a rankless wolf, unworthy of his son's love. Donovan separated us, banishing me to a life of isolation and despair. I thought I could handle the loneliness, the separation from the one I loved, but I was wrong. The pain was too much, and I broke down.I remember the day where they ironed my face. The day I lost my hearing and my voice. It was as if fate was punishing me for daring to dream of a life with Dante. I am now a broken shell of the person I used to be, and I wonder if Dante would still love me, even with my disability
ANNAAs I enter the room, the guards shut the door behind me. I look around, and it's dark, cold, and small. I feel the dampness in the air, and the smell of moldy walls hits my nose. I realize that this is my new jail, and my heart sinks even lower. I try to hold back my tears, but I can't. I break down in sobs, unable to control my emotions.The room that they brought me in is so different from the previous cell that I was locked in. It's much colder, darker, and smaller. The only source of light was coming from a small hole near the ceiling. I can barely move my arms and legs because of the tight cuffs around my wrist and ankles. There's a dirty mattress on the floor, and the room is filled with an unpleasant odor. This is my new jail.How did I end up here? I ask myself. All I ever did was love Dante, the Lycan Prince. But his father, the Lycan King Donovan, hates me, and he separated us. He beat and tortured me, and I endured all of it so that Dante would stay safe. But where is
ANNAI wish that I was not born in this world. I wish that if this is the only life I could have, I would rather choose not to be born. I wiped my tears. No, I shouldn't be feeling this way. It's my right to be born in this world. I changed my mind and wished that I could be just another person, not Anna, and wished that I never met Dante.I slump down on the mattress and wrap my arms around myself. I try to hold back the tears, but they won't stop. Why does love have to hurt so much? Why does it have to be so complicated?"Anna, you're such an idiot," I mutter to myself. "You should have known better. You should have seen this coming. You're just a rankless wolf, and he's a Lycan Prince. What did you expect?"I wipe my tears and try to calm down. I need to be strong. I need to fight for our love, even if it means going against the Lycan King himself."But how?" I ask myself. "How can I fight against Donovan? He's so powerful, and I'm just a nobody."I couldn't stop the tears that flo
ANNAAs I slowly open my eyes, I am immediately struck by the otherworldly beauty surrounding me. I am lying on a bed of clouds, floating high above a shimmering landscape of vibrant colors and sparkling crystals. The air around me is filled with the soft hum of enchanting music that seems to be coming from all directions at once.Suddenly, a gentle, mystical voice breaks through the music, calling my name. I sit up in surprise and look around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "Anna, my child," the voice continues, "I heard your prayers."As I turn to face the voice, I am met with the vision of a stunningly beautiful woman. She has long, flowing hair the color of spun gold, and her eyes are the deep blue of a crystal-clear ocean. Her skin is smooth and flawless, and she radiates an aura of pure goodness and light.The woman smiles at me kindly, and I feel a sense of peace and warmth flood through my body. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper."I am the Moon G
FIVE YEARS LATERThe sun was shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the arena and casting shadows on the crowd of packmates that had gathered for the special occasion. The air was filled with palpable excitement, and the sound of chatter and laughter filled the arena.In the center of the arena stood a grand podium, adorned with the Black Pearl Pack's crest. Behind the podium, stood the current Lycan King, Donovan, dressed in his regal robes, his gray hair neatly combed back, and his piercing blue eyes shining with pride."Welcome, my beloved packmates," Donovan's deep voice boomed across the arena, silencing the chatter. "Today marks a momentous occasion in the history of Black Pearl Pack. For nearly three decades, I have had the privilege of serving as your King, and I am honored to have been entrusted with this responsibility."The crowd erupted in applause, and Donovan smiled, his eyes glistening with tears. "But, all good things must come to an end," he continued. "I am old, a
Donovan motioned someone to join them on stage, and Dante's eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized her. It was Darlyn Taylor, his ex-fiance. She was a conniving and selfish wolf who had always been jealous of his mate. Dante gritted his teeth. He’s not feeling good about this.Donovan announced to the crowd that since Dante was now the King, he needed a Luna. He went on to discuss the importance of having a Luna by his side, someone who would be his equal and support him through everything. Dante couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as he thought about Anna, his true mate who should have been standing next to him.But Donovan wasn't finished yet. He turned to Darlyn and smiled. "And that's why, my dear people, I am happy to announce that the postponed wedding from five years ago between my son and Darlyn will finally happen. Darlyn will be our new Luna in the future!”Dante's jaw dropped as the crowd erupted into cheers. He felt sick to his stomach as he watched Darlyn beam
FIVE YEARS BEFORE The Moon Goddess had listened to Anna's plea for a fresh existence, an opportunity to elude the torment and anguish inflicted upon her by Donovan, Darlyn, and the Black Pearl Pack. Utilizing her formidable enchantments, the deity granted Anna a renewal, bestowing upon her the identity of Lyza Pressman. Anna possessed no recollection of her former life, only vague recollections and a sense of disquiet whenever thoughts of wolves arose. Yet, Lyza embodied an entirely distinct individual, brimming with self-assurance and prosperity, poised for a radiant future. The rejuvenation unfolded akin to a tale of whimsy. Anna did not perish; instead, her physical form vanished abruptly, and as her eyes fluttered open, she discovered herself within a resplendent garden bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. The Moon Goddess stood before her, donning a tranquil smile. "My dear child, you have endured enough in your previous existence. It is now time for a new commencement, an
DANTEThe weight of worry sat heavily on my shoulders as I stood there, my gaze fixed on the empty space that Lyza should have occupied. The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness, each second intensifying my concern for her safety. It was as if the walls of the room were closing in on me, suffocating me with the uncertainty of her whereabouts.But between my frantic thoughts, a familiar voice cut through the haze of anxiety. Leonora Taylor, a respected figure within the pack, had arrived on time. Her concern was evident in the lines etched across her aged face."Dante, is it true? Lyza is missing?" Her voice held a mixture of worry and empathy, her eyes reflecting the genuine concern she felt for both Lyza and me.I offered her a tight-lipped nod, my voice carrying a heaviness that mirrored the turmoil within me. "Thanks for the concern, Leonora. But yes, she's missing. She didn't show up."The kindness in Leonora's gaze softened her features as she stepped closer. "I'll help y
LYZA “I know I owe you an explanation, my daughter, Anna,” Estella smirked at me. Daughter? What? A wave of emotions crashed over me – disbelief, anger, and a deep-seated ache that I couldn't quite place. The very core of who I believed myself to be was unraveling before my eyes. "I'm not Anna! I’m not your daughter! I'm Lyza Pressman!" I protested, my voice quivering with a mix of frustration and confusion. Estella's eyes bore into mine, an unsettling mixture of triumph and malice dancing within them. "No matter what you say, Lyza. I knew it. You can't lie to me. I know it's you, my always good daughter, Anna!" My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms as her taunts grated against my already frayed nerves. "Stop talking too much! And tell me the fuck you want!" I shouted, the words escaping my lips before I could even fully process them. She chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my outburst. "Well, you are right. But since I'm too generous, I will tell you the truth about yourself
LYZAI struggled against the restraints, my heart pounding in my chest as Estella's anger escalated. The fear and confusion were etched across my face as I desperately tried to make them understand that I had no knowledge of what they were accusing me of. But their relentless pursuit for answers pushed them further into darkness.Estella's grip tightened on my hair, yanking my head backward. The cold, hard drum pressed against the back of my skull, causing chills to run down my spine. My eyes widened in terror as I realized what they intended to do.The room fell silent, save for the sound of water dripping rhythmically onto the drum's surface. The tension in the air was suffocating, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Estella's cold eyes bore into mine, demanding a response that I couldn't provide."Speak, Lyza!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice dripping with venom. "Tell us what we want to know, or this drum will become your worst nightmare! Don’t make me mad,
DANTEI paced back and forth in the office, my eyes constantly glancing at the wall clock as each minute ticked by with agonizing slowness. Lyza was never late, let alone two hours late for an important meeting like this. Something wasn't right, and my worry grew with each passing moment.I tried to convince myself to stay calm, to trust that there must be a reasonable explanation for her absence. Perhaps there was an unexpected complication, a delay beyond her control. But the nagging sense of unease gnawed at me, refusing to be silenced by logic.I reached for my phone, my hands trembling slightly as I dialed Lyza's number. The sound of the dial tone seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of the unanswered call. I tried again, hoping for a different outcome, but the result remained the same—her phone was out of coverage.My mind raced with countless possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. What if something terrible had happened to her? What if she was in danger and una
LYZAThe door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of Philip, a chill ran down my spine. His face twisted into a sinister grin, his eyes gleaming with a malevolence that sent shivers through my already shaken form. He was the embodiment of a wicked antagonist, straight out of a nightmare.I strained to articulate my words, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, but Philip merely chuckled, relishing in his cruel game. He taunted me, claiming he couldn't comprehend my muffled pleas. His laughter grated on my nerves, a twisted melody that underscored his malevolent intentions.With a twisted satisfaction, Philip removed the tape that had silenced me, his smirk growing wider as he allowed me to speak. I glared at him, my eyes burning with a fiery rage that demanded answers. This man, who had been a stranger just moments ago, had betrayed my kindness, exploiting my goodwill for his sinister agenda."How dare you, Philip!" I spat, my voice laced with indignation. "How could you
LYZAI made my way towards the meeting place with Dante, when a voice called out my name, causing me to turn in surprise. My eyes fell upon an elderly man standing a few feet away. His weathered appearance spoke volumes of a life filled with hardship and struggle. Yet, despite his disheveled appearance, I held no judgment, for I had learned never to judge someone based on their external circumstances.Approaching the old man with genuine curiosity, I offered a polite smile. “Hi! Is there something I could help you with, sir?” His eyes crinkled with a hint of warmth as he returned my smile. He mentioned feeling honored to see me in person and spoke of hearing favorable compliments about me within the Black Pearl Pack. “By the way, my name is Philip. I’m also a member of Black Pearl Pack. But my wife and I are just omegas,” Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me. Was it merely a chance encounter, or did he harbor ulterior motives beneath his humble facade?
LYZAI am about to meet Dante today. The anticipation mingled with a deep sense of contentment within me. The smile on my face seemed to reflect the happiness that bloomed in my heart. Everything was falling into place, and I couldn't help but be grateful for the events that had unfolded."What if I tell Dante the truth?" I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible above the soft hum of the car's engine. The thought played like a gentle melody in my mind, twirling with uncertainty and hope. The mission given to me by the Moon Goddess had been accomplished, and justice had been served for Anna.But as I pondered revealing my true purpose to Dante, conflicting emotions tugged at my heart. How could I possibly leave this life, this newfound connection, behind? My heart had intertwined itself with Dante's, beating in unison, and the mere thought of walking away left an ache within me.Lost in my thoughts, the passing scenery blurred outside the car window, mirroring the whirlwind of em
Darlyn's gaze shifted from Philip to the elderly woman standing before him, and a wave of revulsion washed over her. Estella White, Anna's mother, bore a striking resemblance to a wicked stepmother straight out of a fairy tale. Her disheveled appearance and haggard expression only intensified Darlyn's disdain.Darlyn cleared her throat, preparing to introduce herself, but before she could utter a word, Estella's eyes widened with recognition. The woman's arms shot out, encircling Darlyn in a tight embrace. Darlyn recoiled, a mixture of disgust and irritation twisting her features."What are you doing, old woman?" Darlyn snapped, her voice laced with contempt. "A pathetic creature like you shouldn't dare to touch someone of my stature!”Estella's grip tightened, oblivious to Darlyn's disdain. A flicker of longing danced in her eyes, a deep-seated desire hidden behind her worn exterior. Darlyn couldn't fathom what could possibly draw such a woman to her, nor did she care to find out.Es
Darlyn stepped into the bleak streets of Ovion City, a place devoid of life and hope. The air hung heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the lingering stench of poverty and desperation. Dilapidated buildings lined the worn-out roads, their weary facades telling stories of struggles and shattered dreams. The city seemed frozen in time, a forgotten corner where rogues and outcasts sought refuge.As she approached the White's home, the sight before her was even more dismal than she had anticipated. The house stood in disarray, its weathered walls and crumbling structure bearing witness to years of neglect. The roof sagged under the weight of time, its once vibrant color faded to a muted gray. The gate, rusted and crooked, gave an eerie impression of a barricade warding off unwanted visitors.A wave of revulsion washed over Darlyn as she stepped closer, the putrid odor assaulting her senses. She wrinkled her nose in disdain, but her determination remained unwavering. This rundown