DANTE"Hello, Leonora. How are you?" I greeted her, my voice filled with genuine warmth."It's been quite a while since we last met, Dante. Please join me tonight," Leonora's voice carried a touch of wistfulness.I let out a sigh. Seeing Darlyn was the last thing I desired, given the tumultuous history between us. However, I couldn't find it within me to refuse the kind-hearted woman who had treated me like a son. There was an undeniable respect I held for her."Will Darlyn be there?" I cautiously inquired, hoping for a negative response.Reassurance laced Leonora's voice as she answered, "No, Dante. It will only be Seth and me. Darlyn won't be here tonight. I didn’t invite her! I miss you dearly, my dear. It would mean the world to me if you could come."Her words softened my heart. I missed Leonora too, and the notion of reconnecting with her over a homemade meal was enticing. The magnetic pull of her warm presence and the love she exuded was impossible to resist."Very well, Leonor
Darlyn stormed into their house, her anger radiating from her like a storm cloud. Her eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, landing on her younger brother, Seth, who stood in the corner of the living room. Seth's expression remained indifferent, a trait that infuriated Darlyn even more. She had never been close with her brother, and in her eyes, he was nothing more than a major villain in her life.It’s been what? Months? Years? Ah, she couldn’t remember anymore.Breathing heavily, Darlyn marched up to Seth, her voice dripping with annoyance as she demanded to know where their mother, Leonora, was. Seth, ever the thorn in her side, didn't respond to her question. Instead, he uttered words that made Darlyn seethe with anger."Wow. Big sister, is that really you? It's a miracle you decided to grace us with your presence after all these years," Seth said, his voice laced with sarcasm. Darlyn's eyes narrowed, her fists clenching at her sides. Who did he think he was, speaking to his ol
Seth watched as his sister stormed out of the library, her face twisted with anger. Concern etched across his features, he hurriedly approached her, ready to offer support or lend an ear. But before he could even utter a word, Darlyn snapped at him, her tone filled with frustration and bitterness."Stay out of it, Seth!" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. Without another glance, she turned on her heels and stormed out of the house, leaving Seth standing there, a mix of confusion and anger brewing within him.His heart raced with a surge of emotions as he watched his sister disappear into the distance. The weight of their tumultuous relationship pressed heavily on his shoulders. Seth knew all too well that Darlyn was often mean-spirited and had a tendency to lash out, but seeing her explode in such fury left him seething with frustration.He marched back into the house, his footsteps heavy with determination. Finding his mother, Leonora, sitting alone, a look of sadness etched
LYZAI woke up in my hotel room, excitement bubbling inside me. Today was the day I planned to finally get Dante's attention, to break through his impenetrable exterior and make him see me in a different light. I had devised a clever plan, and now it was time to set it into motion.With a mischievous smile playing on my lips, I picked up my phone and dialed Janine's number. She was Darlyn's best friend, a socialite with connections to everyone in the city. I knew she had no interest in business, but I needed her help to get closer to Dante."Hey, Janine, it's Lyza," I greeted her cheerfully. "I was wondering if you'd like to meet up and talk about business."I could almost hear Janine's laughter through the phone. "Oh, girl, you know I have no interest in talking about business," she replied, amusement evident in her voice. "But you know what? You should talk to Dante. He's the most business-minded person I know."I pretended to be embarrassed. "Oh, I don't know, Janine. The Lycan Kin
DANTEAfter a long and eventful day at work, all I yearned for was some tranquility. I made my way to the sanctuary of my home, a place where I could freely unwind. Upon entering, a sigh of relief escaped my lips, releasing the burdens of the day.Seeking solace and respite, I ventured to the backyard where my private retreat, the jacuzzi, patiently awaited. The inviting warmth of the water embraced me like an old acquaintance, gently easing the strain in my weary muscles and pacifying my restless thoughts. Leaning back, I shut my eyes, surrendering to the serenity enveloping me.Yet even in this idyllic moment, my mind wandered to Lyza Pressman. Her unexpected arrival at my workplace had caught me off guard, leaving an undeniable impression. She possessed an allure and elegance that held me captivated, drawing me in like bees to its honey.As I soaked in the jacuzzi, wisps of steam swirling around me, the striking resemblances between Lyza and Anna, my destined soulmate, were impossi
LYZAI couldn't believe my luck when Dante called and asked me out on a date. My heart skipped a beat as I heard his voice on the other end of the line, his excitement palpable. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy bubbling within me."Yes, Dante, I would love to go on a date with you," I replied, my voice filled with happiness and anticipation. I couldn't deny the fluttering butterflies in my stomach, the thrill of embarking on a new adventure with him. But… should I really feel this way?As we ended the call, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Everything was falling into place, just as I had hoped. Little did Dante know that I had been strategically maneuvering our paths to intersect, planting subtle seeds of fate along the way. It was almost too perfect, too serendipitous.Six years had passed since I was chosen by the Moon Goddess for this special mission about Anna White. I had no memories of my past, but t
LYZAI couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards Dante Rossi as we enjoyed our magical dinner date. His charm and striking good looks were impossible to ignore, but I had to remind myself not to get too caught up in his positive qualities. My main focus was finding out the truth about Anna White, the Moon Goddess give me this special mission.Politely asking for permission, I turned to Dante and said, "Dante, before we head home, do you mind if I use the restroom?"He flashed me a warm smile and nodded, assuring me that he would wait for me at our reserved table. Making my way to the comfort room, I took the opportunity to freshen up my makeup and relieve myself, all the while my mind swirling with confusion and questions.On the other side of the restaurant, Darlyn Taylor sat among her "elite" circle of friends, engaged in lively conversation, unaware of the storm brewing just a few tables away. A hushed murmur spread through the group as one of her friends caught sight of a fam
LYZAI returned to our reserved table with Dante, trying my best to put an innocent puppy face. A mix of relief and trepidation coursing through me. As I gazed into his eyes, I noticed the fire of anger burning within them. It was clear that he had witnessed the confrontation between Darlyn and me. His concern was palpable as he leaned toward me and asked, "Lyza, are you okay?”Surprised by his question, I furrowed my brow. "I'm fine, Dante," I replied, my voice tinged with curiosity. "Why do you ask?"Dante's expression hardened, his jaw tightening. "I saw Darlyn here. I was surprised. I never trusted Darlyn," he confessed, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "She's capable of doing something bad, and I can't risk that happening to you."My heart melted at his words, his protective nature shining through. I reached out and gently touched his hand, offering a reassuring smile. "Dante, you don't have to worry. Darlyn couldn't hurt me," I assured him, my voice filled with sinceri
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