DANTEAs I stormed towards Taylor's Residence, my blood boiled with anger and frustration. How dare Darlyn continue to meddle in my life? I thought I had rid myself of her manipulative grip, but apparently, she was still clinging to me like a parasite. The audacity of that woman to sabotage Lyza's plans, all because she couldn't accept that I had moved on from her poisonous presence.My mind raced with memories of Anna, my true mate. The woman who suffered at the hands of Darlyn's cruelty. I couldn't bear to see history repeat itself, to witness another innocent soul fall victim to Darlyn's twisted jealousy. I despised my own weakness in the past, my inability to protect Anna when she needed me the most. But now, as the Lycan King, I had the power and authority to shield Lyza from any harm.The thought of Lyza, her tear-stricken voice still echoing in my ears, fueled the fire within me. I couldn't bear to see her in pain, not after everything she had been through. She deserved happine
Darlyn seethed with anger as she paced back and forth in her bedroom, her mind consumed with bitter thoughts. How could Lyza have gone behind her back and exposed her to her mother, Leonora? The audacity! Dante, her true love, had confronted her, revealing to her mother the truth how I destroyed her name! It made her sick to her stomach. All because of Lyza, her mother now knew when she was a bad woman. That fucking bitch!Frustration surged through Darlyn's veins, her anger threatening to explode. She muttered under her breath, talking to herself in an attempt to find some semblance of calm. But calming down seemed impossible, as if her very world was on the brink of destruction. And she despised that bitch, the one who had witnessed it all. Every ounce of blame rested squarely on her shoulders, and she resented the fact that anyone else could be dragged into her mess.As her anger continued to consume her, Darlyn directed her fury towards Lyza by imagining her. She couldn't help b
Darlyn's frustration reached a boiling point, driving her to seek solace and understanding from the one person she believed could offer it—Donovan. Determined to vent her pent-up emotions, she made her way to Donovan's house, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of anger and desperation.As Darlyn approached the house, she spotted Donovan on the balcony, a glass of alcohol in hand. His invitation was clear, and without hesitation, she ascended the stairs to join him. The tension in the air was palpable, crackling with the weight of their shared frustrations.Taking a sip from his glass, Donovan regarded Darlyn with a cool gaze. He knew that she needed an outlet for her anger, even if it was directed at him. He beckoned her to sit beside him, the clinking of ice in his glass punctuating the silence.Darlyn couldn't contain her fury any longer. The anger welled up inside her like a tempest, threatening to consume her. "I can't understand your stupid son, Donovan," she lashed out, her voice
The evening had been a blur of laughter, drinks, and shared moments for Darlyn and Donovan. As the night grew late, the effects of the alcohol settled upon Darlyn, leaving her feeling lightheaded and drowsy. “I need to go home now, Donovan. It’s pretty late,” With a lingering smile on her face, she rose from her seat and met Donovan's gaze, gratitude shining in her eyes. Without a second thought, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, a wordless expression of appreciation. The unexpected kiss hung in the air, a charged moment that left both Darlyn and Donovan momentarily stunned. Donovan's surprise quickly melted into a playful smirk, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. Sensing the bewilderment in Darlyn's expression, he couldn't resist the temptation that beckoned him closer. In a swift and decisive motion, he grasped her waist, drawing her toward him. Caught off guard by Donovan's boldness, Darlyn's heart raced within her chest. She found herself teetering
Few days later The magnetic pull between Darlyn and Donovan grew stronger, their shared desire fueling their clandestine meetings. On this particular evening, they had planned to discuss their strategy against Lyza, but as soon as Donovan laid eyes on Darlyn in her stunning red dress, his focus shifted entirely. "Darlyn," he breathed, his voice husky with a mix of admiration and longing. "You look absolutely breathtaking." A hint of a smile played at the corners of Darlyn's lips as she caught the hunger in Donovan's gaze. "Thank you," she replied, her voice tinged with a subtle flirtation. "But we have important matters to discuss tonight, remember?" Donovan's eyes lingered on her, a flicker of desire dancing within them. "I know, I know," he murmured, his voice betraying his struggle to maintain focus. "But it's impossible to resist you when you're like this." A teasing glimmer danced in Darlyn's eyes as she took a step closer, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "Maybe we
LYZA Dante and I stepped into the meadow, a sense of serenity washed over me. The vibrant colors of wildflowers greeted us, painting the landscape in a kaleidoscope of hues. The sunbeams cascaded through the trees, casting a warm and gentle glow upon the earth. Finding the ideal spot, we carefully laid out the blanket, smoothing away any creases with gentle strokes. The soft fabric beneath our fingertips promised hours of comfort as we settled down, our bodies sinking into the lush grass. I glanced at Dante, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, grateful for this moment with him. Our picnic basket brimmed with culinary delights. Gourmet sandwiches awaited our eager taste buds, each one carefully crafted with layers of flavors. Fresh salads glistened with vibrant greens and a medley of colorful vegetables. The enticing aroma of the food mingled with the scent of wildflowers, creating an intoxicating blend that hung in the air. Opening the chilled bottle of sparkling juice, I p
LYZA The sun shone brightly overhead as Dante and I made our way to "Hosta Romea," a picturesque beach known for its white sands and crystal-clear waters. Dante invited me to go here three days ago. And I couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement coursing through me as we approached the shoreline, hand in hand. It was the perfect day for a beach adventure, and I wanted to make sure I looked my best. I had carefully chosen a brown two-piece suit that accentuated my curves, and as I glanced at myself in the mirror before leaving, a satisfied smile danced on my lips. “Wow. I am so lucky to have you as my date, Lyza. You are truly a beauty. I’m afraid someone will just snatch you away from me,” He chuckled. I laughed and rolled my eyes. We stepped onto the warm sand, a sense of tranquility washed over me. The beach stretched out before us, vast and inviting, with the sound of crashing waves serenading our ears. The air carried a salty tang, mingling with the sweet scent of sunscree
DANTE I sat alone in my office, the weight of conflicting emotions pressing upon my chest. Thoughts of Lyza consumed my mind, and I couldn't deny the truth that was slowly unraveling within me: she was now my second mate. The bond between us was undeniable, a connection I had never felt before, not even with Darlyn, my arranged marriage fiancée. But as I let my mind wander, comparing Lyza to Anna, guilt washed over me like a crashing wave. Anna, my true mate, had been taken from me many years ago, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. Her memory lingered in my every thought, her vibrant presence forever etched into my heart. Anna and Lyza shared the same vibes, the same captivating smile, and a soul that seemed to mirror one another. They even bore a striking resemblance in appearance, though Lyza had an air of socialite glamor that Anna never possessed. But despite the similarities, I couldn't help but feel torn. My heart ached as I reminisced about Anna, a woman s
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