ANNA
The next day, I woke up early and started my day as a servant in the Chad household. The work was never easy, but it was a means to earn my keep. As I made my way to the house, I couldn't help but feel the chill of the morning air. It was then that I saw him - Nico, my childhood friend here in the Black Pearl Pack. He’s the only friend I had.
Nico was always a good-looking guy, with a kind and gentle soul. We were the same age, and I had grown up with him in the pack. He saw me and ran towards me, his arms open wide. He hugged me tight, and I felt my heart skip a beat. It had been so long since I had seen him.
I couldn't help but feel my heart race as Nico hugged me tightly. It had been so long since I'd seen him, and I couldn't deny the fact that I missed him too. But I couldn't let him see the pain that I was going through.
“Hey, pumpkin. How are you? I missed you so much,” He said, there’s a longing in his eyes.
I tried to smile. “I’m fine, Nico. I missed you too. I can’t remember the last time we see each other,”
He scanned my face, and his eyebrows drew together. Nico saw the bruises on my cheeks, I felt my heart sink.
“They did this again to you, right?” He said, clenching his teeth.
“Nico…”
“They never get tired of hurting you, Anna. You had already given them everything, but still they had the guts to hurt you. What kind of parents are they?”
I knew he would be angry, but I didn't want him to worry about me. I had learned to live with the abuse from my parents, and I didn't want to be a burden to anyone else.
“We can’t do anything about that, Nico… they will be like that until they’re old and gray. We can’t do anything,” I said helplessly.
“No, you’re wrong! We can do something! I told you a lot of times that I would accept my help. If you live with me and my family, you won’t experience these hardships,” He is on the verge of crying.
I sighed. “Nico, we both came from poor families. I don’t want to be a burden. If I live with you, I will have another mouth to feed. You are also still studying,”
But Nico didn't listen to my protests. He was determined to help me, and he insisted that I should come and live with his family. He said they would take care of me, and that I would never have to suffer like this again.
I was touched by Nico's concern for me, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was doing this out of pity. After all, who would want to take in a broken and battered girl like me?
Nico had promised to help me escape from my parents' house once he got a good job. And he couldn't wait for that day to come, but I also knew it wouldn't be easy. My parents were not going to let that happen, and they would never let me go without a fight.
We talked through Mr. and Mrs. Chad’s house. I bid my goodbye to him. “Alright, Nico. See you around. You know I still have work to do,”
He looks sad. “I miss you so much, Anna. If it’s okay with you, I want to fetch you here at 6 p.m and let’s have dinner before you go back home to your evil family,”
I laughed and nodded.
I watched Nico walk away from Mr. and Mrs. Chad's house, his broad shoulders and tall frame disappearing around the corner. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, his dark hair ruffled by the wind. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest as I thought about our friendly dinner date later. We had been friends for a while now, but lately, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between us.
As I started doing my servant tasks, I felt Mrs. Chad's presence. This old woman never liked me. For what reason, I didn't know. She cocked her eyebrows at me and looked at me from head to toe. I could feel her judgmental gaze on me, and I braced myself for whatever criticism she was about to dish out.
"Good morning, Mrs. Chad," I said, trying to keep my tone polite.
She scoffed. "Don't try to sweet talk me, girl. I saw you flirting with that boy earlier. I expect you to do your work and not waste your time with silly things like that."
I felt my cheeks heat up with indignation. "Excuse me, Mrs. Chad, but I was on time this morning, and I wasn't flirting. Nico is just a friend."
Mrs. Chad snorted. "I don't believe you. You young people these days are always distracted by your phones and your social media. You can't even do your work properly."
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath, trying to keep my temper in check. "I assure you, Mrs. Chad, I am perfectly capable of doing my job. I take my duties seriously."
“I doubt that. You’re like a snake. I know young women like you. You’re even flirting at my husband. You’re trying to look sexy in his eyes,” She accused me with burning eyes.
I never imagined that my simple job as a house cleaner would lead to such a dramatic turn of events. “Mrs. Chad, with all due respect that is not true. I respect both of you as my employer. I would never flirt with your husband,” I said with a brave voice.
I was completely taken aback by her accusations and tried to explain myself, but she wouldn't listen.
I have been working for the Chad family for over a year now, and I always made sure to keep things professional. I greeted Mr. Chad politely every morning, and we exchanged a few pleasantries, but nothing more. I was surprised that Mrs. Chad didn't trust me and thought I would stoop so low as to flirt with her husband.
“I don’t believe you. I’ll keep an eye on you, bitchy girl. I know you were trying to break my marriage because you despise your hard, poor life,” I felt helpless and frustrated as I watched her walk away, leaving me with a pile of laundry.
I tilted my head and continued with my tasks, seething inwardly. Why did Mrs. Chad always have to be so condescending and judgmental towards me? I didn't understand what I had done to deserve her dislike. All I knew was that I couldn't wait for tonight when I could end my duties today and spend some time with my best friend.
As I started sorting through the clothes, I couldn't help but cry. The accusations had hurt me deeply, and I couldn't understand why Mrs. Chad would think so low of me. I have always been a hardworking and honest person, and her accusations felt like a slap in the face.
Hours later, as I was cleaning, Mr. Chad approached me and apologized for his wife's behavior. He said that he knew I was innocent and that he would talk to his wife and clear things up.
I was relieved to hear his words, but at the same time, I felt guilty for causing trouble in their marriage. I knew that Mrs. Chad would never believe me, and I didn't want to cause any more drama.
“I know my wife has a bad attitude. And I apologize for that. I’m sorry, Anna. You’re a good girl, I could never find a trustable worker like you,”
I forced myself to smile and continued my chores.
It was already six in the evening, and I was finally able to remove my servant uniform after a long day of work. As I walked out of Mrs. Chad's home, I noticed Nico standing there, waiting for me with a big warm smile on his face. I ran over to him and gave him a tight hug. Nico is my best friend, and I was excited to spend the evening with him.
"Are you ready for our date today?" he asked, his eyes shining with excitement.
I laughed and replied, "Of course! Let's go!"
Nico and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, and there's never been anything romantic between us. He's always been my go-to person when I need someone to talk to or when I just want to have some fun. And tonight, we were going to the amusement park.
As we walked around the park, we went on all the rides, screaming and laughing at the top of our lungs. We ate cotton candy and played carnival games, winning each other stuffed animals as prizes. It was the perfect way to unwind after a long day at work.
As the night went on, we found ourselves lying on the grass, looking up at the dark sky. We ate street food, enjoying each other's company as we chatted about everything and nothing. It was the kind of moment that felt like it could last forever.
Suddenly, Nico turned to me and said, "You know, I really enjoy spending time with you. You're my favorite person in the world."
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest. "You're my favorite person too," I replied.
“I wish I had the capacity to remove you from your parent’s situation,” He whispered.
I was touched by genuine concern for me. “Nico, it’s enough for me that you cared for me. You don’t really to do anything for me,”
After a few minutes, Nico said he would walk me home. I agree since it’s getting late.
We walked down the streets, talking and laughing like we always do. But as we turned the corner, we saw a black sports car parked on the side of the road.
As we got closer, the car's engine revved, and it started to pull away. But then, it stopped abruptly, and the window rolled down. It was Dante Rossi, the Lycan Prince. I gasped at the sight of him.
He looked at us both, his gaze lingering on Nico's arm around my shoulder. I felt a chill run down my spine as I saw the darkness in his eyes. He didn't say anything, just drove off at breakneck speed.
Nico, on the other hand, seemed impressed by Dante's car. "Wow, that's one sick ride," he said, whistling in appreciation.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, though. Why was Dante so angry? And why did he look at me like that?
As we continued walking, I couldn't help but think about Dante. He was always on my mind, ever since the day we met. He was so charming, so mysterious, and so dangerous. I knew that I shouldn't be drawn to him, but I couldn't help it.
But now, seeing the way he looked at me and Nico, I couldn't help but wonder if I did something wrong. But I couldn’t remember anything. Maybe he was too dangerous, too unpredictable. Maybe I needed to stay away from him.
As we reached our home, Nico hugged me goodbye and walked away. I walked up to my apartment, feeling conflicted. I couldn't stop thinking about Dante and what had just happened.
Why he seems mad at me?
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ANNA I walked into my home, feeling happy and content after my date with Nico. However, my happiness was short-lived as my mother Estella appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me by my hair. I cried out in pain as my mother pulled my hair, and I struggled to break free from her grasp. “Mother, stop! It’s painful! Did I do something wrong? Why are you hurting me?” But Estella's response left me speechless. "You're a manwhore and a flirt, Anna!" my mother said with disgust. "You don't have any right to date a guy, you can’t have a mate! Bear that in your brainless mind!” I was taken aback by my mother's words. I couldn't understand why my mother was so angry and why I wasn't allowed to have a mate. I am already 18. Other she-wolves the same age as me already found their wolf. I tried to explain to my mother that Nico was just my best friend, but my mother didn't believe me. "You can't fool me, Anna!” Estella said. "I saw you with him, and I know what you're up to." I couldn't believe
Dante couldn't stop thinking about Anna, his wolf. The way she made him feel was something he had never experienced before. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Dante knew he had to find a way to break up his engagement with Darlyn. He didn't love her, and he knew that he could never be happy with anyone else but Anna. He was willing to do whatever it takes to be with her.He couldn't shake off the memory of Anna from his mind. Despite being engaged to Darlyn, his thoughts kept drifting towards the girl who stole his heart at the party. He didn't even know her, but he felt like he had known her for a lifetime. He had tried to forget her, but every time he closed his eyes, her face appeared before him. It was like he was under some spell, and he couldn't break free from it. Dante found himself dreaming about Anna almost every night. In his dreams, they were always together, walking through the forest, talking about everything and nothing. Her laughter echoed in his ears, and h
ANNA Weeks later Dante had always known that Anna was the woman for him, ever since the day he met her. He was not one to give up easily. He was determined to be a part of Anna's life, no matter what it took. So when Dante found himself standing outside Anna's house, he knew that he had to take the chance to see her. He had heard rumors that her family life was not the best, but he had never imagined what he was about to witness. As he stood outside the house, Dante heard a commotion coming from inside. He could hear Anna's mother yelling and screaming, and he could hear the sound of something hitting the walls. Dante's heart raced with fear as he wondered what was happening. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Dante saw Anna stumble out of the house, her face bruised and bloodied. Dante swallowed his saliva, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing right now! Dante was horrified at the sight of Anna's injuries, and he felt a surge of anger towards her parents for hurting her.
ANNAThe next dayDante and Anna stood outside his house, both admiring the beautiful structure in front of them. It was a grand mansion with tall pillars and a large garden surrounding it. Anna couldn't help but feel nervous as they walked up the steps and into the house. She had never been to Dante's house before and she didn't know what to expect.Dante led Anna through the front door and into a large hallway. The walls were painted a light shade of blue and there were several paintings hanging on them. Dante took Anna's hand and led her through the hallway and into a large living room. The room was spacious and filled with comfortable-looking furniture. There was a large fireplace in the center of the room and a piano in the corner."This is my house," Dante said, looking around the room. "I had it built a few years ago.""It's beautiful," Anna said, still taking in her surroundings.Dante smiled at her and led her over to the couch. They sat down and Dante put his arm around her.
ANNAAs I lay in bed next to Dante, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the wonderful man lying beside me. It had been a whirlwind romance, and yet it felt like we had known each other our entire lives. We had been inseparable from the moment we met, and our love for each other had only grown stronger with time.Dante was everything I had ever wanted in a partner. He was kind, compassionate, and always put my needs before his own. He made me feel loved and cherished in a way that no one else ever had, and I knew deep down that we were meant to be together.As I gazed at him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully, I felt a surge of affection for him. I couldn't help but smile as I thought back to all the sweet and romantic moments we had shared together.I remembered the time we had spent hours lying in the grass, staring up at the stars and talking about our hopes and dreams. I remembered the way he had held my hand tightly as we wal
Donovan Rossi, the Lycan King of the Black Pearl Pack, was fuming. He paced back and forth in his private room, his mind consumed with anger and disappointment. He couldn't believe that his only son, Dante, had chosen to mate with Anna, a rankless wolf with no status or power within the pack.As a powerful dictator, Donovan had always believed in the importance of rank and status. He had worked tirelessly to maintain the pack's social hierarchy, and he couldn't accept that his own son would choose to be with someone who had no rank or power.Dante had always been a rebellious child, but Donovan had never expected him to go this far. The idea of Anna becoming the future Lycan Queen was unthinkable to him. How could he allow someone like her to rule beside his son and potentially threaten the pack's stability?Donovan knew that he had to do something. He couldn't let his son's foolish decision stand. He had to find a way to break them apart before it was too late.But for now, he had to
Donovan leaned forward, his eyes fixed on hers. "We need to find out everything we can about this Anna," he said. "Where she comes from, who her family is, everything. We need to prove to Dante that she's not who she says she is. We have to taint her image,” He leaned forward, fixing Darlyn with a calculating gaze. "We need to separate them. Break them up." Darlyn looked at him with surprise. "Separate them?" she repeated. "How?" Donovan smirked. "You'll seduce Dante," he said, watching as Darlyn's eyes widened in shock. "You'll make him see that you're the one he really wants. And then we'll frame Anna for cheating with him. It will be the perfect way to break them up." Darlyn scoffed, shaking her head. "That's impossible," she said. "Dante is colder than ice. He won't fall for something like that." Donovan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" he said, testing her. "Because if you're not up for the challenge, I could always find someone else who is." Darlyn bristled at the challen
ANNA I woke up to the sound of Dante's gentle voice, and as I opened my eyes, I saw him looking at me with a big grin on his face. It was a beautiful sight to see, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Good morning, beautiful," Dante said, his eyes still shining with happiness. "Good morning, handsome," I replied, still trying to wake up. Dante continued to smile at me, and I couldn't help but feel curious as to why he was so happy. I knew that it wasn't like him to wake up this early with such joy. "What made you so happy this morning?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. Dante's smile grew even wider as he replied, "My father wants to throw dinner for us later. He wants to get to know you better." My eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Donovan was the Lycan King, and I had only met him briefly before. I didn't think he would be interested in getting to know me better. "Are you serious?" I asked, my heart racing with excitement. Dante nodded, his smile n
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