LYZA As Dante and I swayed to the romantic music, I felt a thrill run down my spine. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body. I looked up at him and found him gazing back at me with an intensity that made my heart race. The way he held me, so tender and yet so firm, made me feel safe and protected. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, and I knew that they were all curious about who I was. I was just a new face in Henesy City, and everyone seemed to be talking about me. I could see the envy and curiosity in their eyes, and it made me feel both proud and a little uncomfortable. But I could also feel the angry eyes of Darlyn on us. She was Dante’s ex-fiancé and a member of the Black Pearl Pack, the pack that had a lot of memories of Anna that she couldn’t even remember or know. She had completely no idea. I had no memories of Anna, the poor rankless wolf who had suffered so much. I needed Dante’s trust, and I knew that I had to act sexy, dangerous, and innocent at the
LYZAAs I walk towards my car, I can feel my heart racing. I'm excited and nervous all at once. I can't believe I just spent the night with Dante. He's the kind of guy that every girl dreams of being with. I want him to be crazy for me, to think about me all the time, to not be able to get me out of his head. I also don’t understand what the hell is happening to me.But how can I make him feel that way? I need to be careful not to be too available to him. I can't just jump every time I see him. I need to be a mystery to him, to keep him guessing. That's how I'll make him crazy for me.As I get into my car, I take a deep breath and smile to myself. I'm so lucky to have Dante’s attention today. He's everything I've ever wanted in a man. He's kind, caring, and supportive. He makes me feel alive, like anything is possible. But well, I’m not here for Dante. I need to make my mission first. This is for Anna.I need to be careful. I can't let my guard down around him too much. But before I c
LYZAI woke up in the softest bed I’ve ever slept on. The sheets were cool against my skin, and I felt so comfortable that I didn’t want to move. The sun was streaming in through the window, and I could see the city skyline outside. This hotel was too luxurious and I liked it but I couldn’t deny how good it felt to be pampered.My thoughts immediately drifted to Dante, I knew he had a deep connection with Anna, though I don’t know the whole story yet. He was the reason why I was here. I had to complete Anna’s mission and take revenge on people who made Anna’s life hell. But as much as I wanted to focus on my mission, my mind kept going back to Dante. I knew that he and Anna had a special connection, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him too.But I just couldn’t trust him completely. He might be playing me, since he looks like a heartbreakerI had to keep my guard up and not let my emotions cloud my judgment.I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The marble floor was cold aga
LYZA "It's okay, Nico. I understand," I replied, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Nico's smile turned into a bittersweet one, and I could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I thought you were Anna from afar. We've been friends since we were kids." I could tell that Nico missed Anna dearly, and it broke my heart. I wanted to help him, but I didn't know how. All I knew was that I needed to complete my mission to honor Anna's memory. "I'm sorry for your loss," I said softly, hoping it would offer him some comfort. Nico's expression softened, and he thanked me before we started talking about Anna. As we talked, I felt a sense of familiarity with Nico. It was like we had known each other for a long time, even though we had just met. I couldn't explain it, but I felt comfortable around him. “Anyway, can I invite you for brunch? What’s your name again, Miss?” “I’m Lyza Pressman. And sure, I’m not eating yet either,” I said. The restaurant that Nico brought me to was a fine-d
DANTEI stirred in my sleep, a dream pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. There she was, Anna, my love, my fated mate. In the dream, we were happy, complete. Our laughter echoed through the park as we spread out a checkered blanket, preparing for a picnic. The sun bathed us in its warm embrace, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the sparkle in Anna's eyes.As I leaned in to capture her lips with mine, a sweet taste of anticipation on my tongue, the dream dissolved like vapor. I was abruptly thrust back into reality, my eyes reluctantly opening to the empty darkness of my room. The dream always ended too soon, leaving me with a lingering ache in my chest. Anna was gone, stolen from me by the cruel hands of my own father.It had been six long, agonizing years since that fateful day. The day Anna's light was extinguished, forever leaving me in darkness. I saw it with my own eyes, the physical abuse she endured until her fragile body couldn't withstand it any longer. A par
DANTE I stepped into my private office, a space that reflected the aura of authority and power I had acquired over the years. The room exuded an air of sophistication, adorned with sleek, dark wood furniture and adorned with tasteful artwork. The scent of leather and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of productivity and focus. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape the demands of the world and immerse myself in the intricacies of running the Rossi Group of Companies and from my father’s demands. Before leaving for the office earlier, I took a long, hot shower, hoping to wash away the weight of regret that seemed to cling to my soul. Water cascaded over my weary body, the steam enveloping me in its comforting embrace. As the droplets fell, I couldn't help but think of Anna, the love of my life. I wished I could have protected her from the clutches of my malevolent father, but alas, I had failed. Regret gnawed at my heart, a constant companion
Donovan Rossi, a man consumed by his lust for power and control, reveled in the happiness that had finally found its way into his heart. The former Lycan King and ruthless dictator, Donovan's dreams were coming true one by one. His foolish son, Dante, had stepped into the role of the Lycan King of the Black Pearl Pack and ascended to the position of CEO in the Rossi Group of Companies. It was a triumph that made Donovan's dark heart swell with satisfaction.For years, Donovan had despised Anna, the rankless mate of his son. Her presence threatened the carefully constructed future he envisioned for Dante. So he had taken pleasure in her suffering, torturing her mercilessly until she had succumbed to her demise. Now, with Anna out of the picture, Donovan could push forward with his plans to arrange a marriage between Dante and Darlyn, Leonora’s daughter. Donovan craved power like an addict craves a drug. The taste of authority was sweet on his tongue, and he wished in being at the top
Donovan's fury flared anew, his hands clenched into fists as he glared at the elder. But this time, he managed to restrain himself, swallowing the rage that threatened to consume him once more. He knew that further violence would only deepen the divide between him and his son, a chasm he desperately sought to bridge.His expression twisted in a mixture of frustration and anguish, Donovan turned away from the elders' scornful gazes. Deep down, he knew that their words held a glimmer of truth, a painful reminder that his control over his son's fate was slipping through his fingers.Donovan stormed into his home, the remnants of anger still coursing through his veins. He couldn't fathom how those elders dared to respond to him, he is a former Lycan King, as if his authority held no weight. Donovan's pride, wounded by their defiance, refused to accept a reality where his power and influence were diminished.As he settled into his bedroom, Donovan's thoughts drifted back to Anna White, the
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