As they arrived at the Sinclair Mansion, Algernon had not yet joined them. An awkward silence hung between them, and Natasha was growing increasingly uncomfortable. She wracked her brain for any topic that might change the mood. "William, I wanted to ask you a question," Natasha finally said. William's curiosity was piqued. "What question?" "The Beast?" Natasha whispered, leaning in closer. "The one that nearly stopped my heart, the one you fought to save me. What kind of beast was that?" William hesitated, but Natasha's persistence urged him to respond honestly. "Well, let's say I didn't get a good look at it to determine its kind, given that I was too busy wrestling with it." "Come on, William, don't joke with me," Natasha pleaded. "It had the body structure of a wolf-transformed Lycan, but its eyes were red—like a hellish red. And its savagery was unlike any wolf-transformed wolf I've ever seen or heard of. Tell me William kind of monstrous creature was that?” William contempl
In the secluded kingdom of Hayden, nestled within its confines lay one of its most treasured monuments: The Kingdom Royal Art Museum. This day marked its 1005th Exhibition Day, a celebration of the Kingdom’s rich history, open to all. Natasha’s hand intertwined with William’s as they strolled through the hall, their eyes grazing from one art piece to the next. As they moved, every onlooker’s gaze seemed to drift toward them. It was their first public appearance together since the mating night. “You know, it's odd how everyone calls Hayden a Kingdom, yet there's no King in sight,” Natasha remarked, eyeing a glass-framed crown on display. “Well,” William hesitated, trying to formulate an answer. The more he mulled it over, the more he realized she had a point. “That’s because we do have one,” a random voice chimed in, diverting their attention. “And you’re standing right next to him, although he’s not fully with us yet.” “What? How does that make any sense?” Natasha whispered, puzzle
-- "William, I'm here to see Lady Natasha, under orders from the Grand Alpha," Fredrick announced, catching both William and Natasha off guard. "Wait, what?!" William and Natasha exclaimed simultaneously. "Indeed, but only if you could spare me a moment of your time," Fredrick said politely. Natasha stood stunned, rendered speechless. His manner was gentlemanly, making it hard for her to refuse. Yet, she instinctively glanced at William, seeking some form of approval from him. "Sure, why not," William nonchalantly responded before leaving them alone. Left alone, the two of them felt like complete strangers, though one seemed more at ease than the other. "Well, this is quite the surprise," Natasha chuckled nervously. Despite her grandfather's influence, it was unfathomable that the Grand Alpha, the most powerful figure in Hayden, took notice of her existence enough to send a high-ranking soldier to see her. "Yeah, I suppose it is," Fredrick chuckled back. “So how are you” Taken
William sat in his study, surrounded by shelves filled with books. He meticulously reviewed the pack's affairs, demonstrating that Lycans were far from mere savagery, contrary to popular belief. As he engrossed himself in his work, a soft knock interrupted his concentration. "Come in," William instructed without lifting his eyes from the documents spread across his desk. Alice, a member of his pack, entered the room. Her presence brought a hint of anticipation to the air. William glanced up briefly before refocusing on his task. "You sent for me," she said, her voice filled with curiosity. "Yes, indeed. I wanted to inform you that I will be attending the Founder's Ball later tonight," William replied, his words laced with a touch of formality. Alice's face lit up with excitement. "Oh, that's wonderful! I shall start preparing and selecting the perfect dress for the occasion," she exclaimed eagerly. William's response, however, was unexpected. "That won't be necessary," he said, h
As the grand doors swung open, William and Natasha walked through hand in hand. The sounds of live music and animated conversation swept through the elegant ballroom, filling the air with an enchanting symphony. The ballroom was adorned with glistening chandeliers, cascading golden drapes, and ornate decorations that added a touch of opulence to the scene. Dressed in a beautiful gown that shimmered with every step, Natasha exuded elegance and confidence. Her gown, which belonged to her mother, held sentimental value. It was a mesmerizing blend of rich emerald green and delicate lace, draped beautifully over her form, accentuating her every movement. The intricately designed bodice hugged her slender figure, while the flowing skirt cascaded around her feet in a cascade of luxurious fabric that matched so well with her bracelet. She was a vision of beauty. "Alpha William," an elderly gentleman approached them. "Alpha," William responded with a slight bow. "Come on, nonsense. How many
Natasha and William quickly separated, shifting their focus to the person who interrupted their kiss. It was an elderly stranger. While Natasha saw him merely as an old man, William recognized him instantly. He stood at a distance, illuminated by the ballroom's dim light. It was the only Lycan who commanded more respect than Natasha's grandfather, Lord Leonidas, Head of the Alpha Council, The Grand Alpha. William's voice wavered as he tried to regain composure. "Lord Leonidas, what brings you here at such an inconvenient moment?" he said, coyly, with a slight bow of his head. "Save the pleasantries and tell me this instant, where is my daughter?" Lord Leonidas demanded. "My lord, Lisa is anywhere but here," William replied, still flustered. "I can see that for myself. What I want to know is why you failed to attend the ball with her, as we had arranged," he said, approaching until he was at arm's length. "I wouldn't say 'failed,' my lord," William replied, composed. "You see, your
After a wild night, Natasha had taken one too much liquor than she could handle, and she was passed out drunk. William then carried her to the Twilight Pack Mansion. He took her to his room and placed her on his bed. William couldn’t deny how aroused he was, looking at her body lying on his bed, he suddenly had a fraction of understanding of what was going through Alpha Jerome’s head when he tried to rape her, but he was no monster, he wouldn’t dare to commit such unspeakable action. Instead, he sat across the room, watching over her, admiring her raw and untainted beauty. He too was exhausted, and soon fell into a deep slumber. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. William woke up. He looked out through the window, the day was bright. “Come back later!!” he commanded. “That half-breed bitch is in there with you ins t she!!” The voice of the speaker, jolted him fully awake. It was Alice. The knock repeated again. William sprinted to the door, to prevent her from waking still
Natasha slowly blinked open her eyes, greeted by the piercing sunlight flooding through the window. It felt like tiny daggers attacking her head. As she tried to gather her thoughts, a throbbing headache sent waves of pain pulsing through her forehead. Fragments of the previous night flashed through her mind in a chaotic slideshow. Laughter, music, clinking glasses – a whirlwind of unfamiliar faces and blurry images from a crowded ball. It all came back to her. After their time in Hayden's Garden, Natasha and William returned to the closing ball. Most of the dignitaries had left, and just as they were about to depart, another alpha invited them to an "After-Party." It turned out to be a wild event, filled with drinks and dancing. Despite William's initial reluctance, Natasha convinced him to join in, urging them both to seize the moment. They partied carefree, unaware of the consequences that awaited them. Would she have made the same choice, knowing what would happen? Definitely. "W
Natasha's eyes froze on the gaze of the letter; her hands shook, her head spinning in all directions. She thought she was over him, over it all, but apparently, she was wrong. The mere letters of his name sent shivers through her veins."So, are you going to open the letter or what?" her grandfather asked."Excuse me," she replied, rising to her feet and running up the stairs."I was right, I knew it was William Brat. Just till I get my hands on him, I will make him regret the day he was coroneted as Alpha.""Don’t you dare!!" she yelled back, hopping up the stairs.As soon as Natasha got into her room, she slammed the door so hard, bolted it behind her, threw the enveloped letter across her bed, and began pacing her room. Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once.It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House o
As Natasha slowly opened her eyes, the bright sunlight streamed through the window, causing a stabbing sensation in her head. Trying to gather her thoughts, she felt a throbbing headache that sent waves of pain pulsating through her forehead.Struggling to sit up, Natasha scanned the room and recognized that she was in her room. For some reason, she thought she would be at the Sinclair Mansion. For the past couple of weeks, Natasha locked herself in her room, crying day and night, asking herself the same question over and over again: ‘why does it hurt so much?’But today she felt better, she felt like she was almost ready to move on, but deep down she knew she was very far from it. At least she was ready to leave the room.Slowly, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the floor. The room spun for a moment as she tried to regain her balance. Lying down on the bed, doing nothing but eating, thinking, and sobbing would have done a number on her. With a deep
William burst the door open sprinted down the stairs, and shifted to his wolf form mid-away in the air. He headed straight to the Sinclair Mansion. The look on her face, haunted him as he rode on. He had to explain it to her, even if it meant telling her everything, she deserved to know.….Natasha arrived home, tears staining her cheeks. Entering the living room, she found her grandfather and the last person she wanted to see: Sir Fredrick.“Natasha!” Algernon exclaimed. “Give me a nameNatasha remained silent and said nothing, even though William had hurt her, he didn’t deserve to die, and that was definitely what was going to happen if Algernon knew she cried because of him… her grandfather was ruthless like that when it came to her.Her gaze roamed across the room until they landed on Fredrick. Instantly she felt a rush of emotion she couldn’t best describe. Was humiliated by the fact that he was right, or was she upset by the fact he was? They might seem the same, but they weren’
Natasha slowly blinked open her eyes, greeted by the piercing sunlight flooding through the window. It felt like tiny daggers attacking her head. As she tried to gather her thoughts, a throbbing headache sent waves of pain pulsing through her forehead. Fragments of the previous night flashed through her mind in a chaotic slideshow. Laughter, music, clinking glasses – a whirlwind of unfamiliar faces and blurry images from a crowded ball. It all came back to her. After their time in Hayden's Garden, Natasha and William returned to the closing ball. Most of the dignitaries had left, and just as they were about to depart, another alpha invited them to an "After-Party." It turned out to be a wild event, filled with drinks and dancing. Despite William's initial reluctance, Natasha convinced him to join in, urging them both to seize the moment. They partied carefree, unaware of the consequences that awaited them. Would she have made the same choice, knowing what would happen? Definitely. "W
After a wild night, Natasha had taken one too much liquor than she could handle, and she was passed out drunk. William then carried her to the Twilight Pack Mansion. He took her to his room and placed her on his bed. William couldn’t deny how aroused he was, looking at her body lying on his bed, he suddenly had a fraction of understanding of what was going through Alpha Jerome’s head when he tried to rape her, but he was no monster, he wouldn’t dare to commit such unspeakable action. Instead, he sat across the room, watching over her, admiring her raw and untainted beauty. He too was exhausted, and soon fell into a deep slumber. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. William woke up. He looked out through the window, the day was bright. “Come back later!!” he commanded. “That half-breed bitch is in there with you ins t she!!” The voice of the speaker, jolted him fully awake. It was Alice. The knock repeated again. William sprinted to the door, to prevent her from waking still
Natasha and William quickly separated, shifting their focus to the person who interrupted their kiss. It was an elderly stranger. While Natasha saw him merely as an old man, William recognized him instantly. He stood at a distance, illuminated by the ballroom's dim light. It was the only Lycan who commanded more respect than Natasha's grandfather, Lord Leonidas, Head of the Alpha Council, The Grand Alpha. William's voice wavered as he tried to regain composure. "Lord Leonidas, what brings you here at such an inconvenient moment?" he said, coyly, with a slight bow of his head. "Save the pleasantries and tell me this instant, where is my daughter?" Lord Leonidas demanded. "My lord, Lisa is anywhere but here," William replied, still flustered. "I can see that for myself. What I want to know is why you failed to attend the ball with her, as we had arranged," he said, approaching until he was at arm's length. "I wouldn't say 'failed,' my lord," William replied, composed. "You see, your
As the grand doors swung open, William and Natasha walked through hand in hand. The sounds of live music and animated conversation swept through the elegant ballroom, filling the air with an enchanting symphony. The ballroom was adorned with glistening chandeliers, cascading golden drapes, and ornate decorations that added a touch of opulence to the scene. Dressed in a beautiful gown that shimmered with every step, Natasha exuded elegance and confidence. Her gown, which belonged to her mother, held sentimental value. It was a mesmerizing blend of rich emerald green and delicate lace, draped beautifully over her form, accentuating her every movement. The intricately designed bodice hugged her slender figure, while the flowing skirt cascaded around her feet in a cascade of luxurious fabric that matched so well with her bracelet. She was a vision of beauty. "Alpha William," an elderly gentleman approached them. "Alpha," William responded with a slight bow. "Come on, nonsense. How many
William sat in his study, surrounded by shelves filled with books. He meticulously reviewed the pack's affairs, demonstrating that Lycans were far from mere savagery, contrary to popular belief. As he engrossed himself in his work, a soft knock interrupted his concentration. "Come in," William instructed without lifting his eyes from the documents spread across his desk. Alice, a member of his pack, entered the room. Her presence brought a hint of anticipation to the air. William glanced up briefly before refocusing on his task. "You sent for me," she said, her voice filled with curiosity. "Yes, indeed. I wanted to inform you that I will be attending the Founder's Ball later tonight," William replied, his words laced with a touch of formality. Alice's face lit up with excitement. "Oh, that's wonderful! I shall start preparing and selecting the perfect dress for the occasion," she exclaimed eagerly. William's response, however, was unexpected. "That won't be necessary," he said, h
-- "William, I'm here to see Lady Natasha, under orders from the Grand Alpha," Fredrick announced, catching both William and Natasha off guard. "Wait, what?!" William and Natasha exclaimed simultaneously. "Indeed, but only if you could spare me a moment of your time," Fredrick said politely. Natasha stood stunned, rendered speechless. His manner was gentlemanly, making it hard for her to refuse. Yet, she instinctively glanced at William, seeking some form of approval from him. "Sure, why not," William nonchalantly responded before leaving them alone. Left alone, the two of them felt like complete strangers, though one seemed more at ease than the other. "Well, this is quite the surprise," Natasha chuckled nervously. Despite her grandfather's influence, it was unfathomable that the Grand Alpha, the most powerful figure in Hayden, took notice of her existence enough to send a high-ranking soldier to see her. "Yeah, I suppose it is," Fredrick chuckled back. “So how are you” Taken