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I have two stories in the works, but I can only write one at a time: Vampire Book A WEREWOLF BOOK These stories donât follow the usual popular tropes, but I truly believe youâll enjoy them just as much (if not more!). Please let me know which one you'd love to read first. Your feedback means everything to me! đď¸đđŹAdashaLiving in a gilded cageâthis is my reality. For some of us, life becomes an inescapable trap, bound by invisible chains that are too tight, too complex to break. No matter how hard we try to free ourselves, we remain ensnared.At eighteen, I was chosen to be Luna of Woodshire. What should have been an honour quickly turned into a waking nightmare. Back then, Randyâmy husband and Alphaâhad seemed perfect. He was charming, attentive, and loving during our courtship. Everyone envied me, even to the point of jealousy. I lost friends over it, but I didnât care. We werenât fated mates, but I told myself love could grow.For the first year, it did seem like a dream. Then the dream soured. Randy revealed a darker sideâjealous, controlling, violent. Every attempt I made to leave only worsened the situation.He wielded his power like a weapon, threatening to eliminate my parents if I tried to escape. It wasnât an empty threat; Randy controlled the entire western territory and had the me
AdashaThe slap came without warning, a crack of force that sent my head snapping to the side. Pain blossomed across my cheek, sharp and stinging, leaving me disoriented. My breath hitched, caught somewhere between shock and fear. I stumbled backward, my body colliding with the cold, unyielding wall behind me. There was nowhere to goânot that escape was even an option.âRandy, please,â I whispered, my voice trembling, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. My hands lifted instinctively, palms out, a futile gesture of defense. His fury was palpable, radiating from him in waves that seemed to thicken the very air. His chest heaved, his jaw clenched, and his eyesâthose darkened, unrelenting eyesâlocked onto mine with a promise I didnât dare challenge.âAre you not happy here, Adasha?â he asked, his voice chillingly calm. Each word was measured, deliberate, slicing through the tension like a blade. But I knew better than to trust his composure. It wasnât real. It was the mask
AdashaWhen Randy was finally done, I lay there, too broken to move. My body ached, my soul reduced to tatters.In his usual twisted way, Randy shifted from monster to caregiver, lifting me as though I were fragile, precious even. He cradled me against his chest, the contradiction in his touch as jarring as the bruises forming beneath my skin. Silent and shattered, I let him carry me to the bathroom. set me down gently, his hands careful now, as if to erase the brutality that had preceded this moment.The hot bath filled the room with steam, but I couldnât feel its warmth. The water lapped at my skin, but all I felt was coldâan icy numbness that settled in my chest, spreading until it reached every corner of me. Cold and disgusted. Not just with him, but with myself.âYou need to stop provoking me like this, Adasha,â he murmured, his tone soft, almost tender, as though he were comforting a wounded child. His hands moved the sponge over my battered skin with a gentleness that made
AdashaMorning crept in slowly, the pale light casting long shadows across the room. Randyâs presence loomed heavy, as suffocating as ever.The buzz of his phone broke the silence, and he answered it sharply, his tone clipped and controlled.âJason,â he said, and my stomach dropped. Why was Jason calling him?Anxiety surged through me, my pulse roaring in my ears as I strained to catch the other side of the conversation.Randyâs voice grew colder with each word. âI see,â he said, the sharp edge of anger unmistakable. His gaze turned to me, piercing and heavy, pinning me in place.I felt exposed, every secret laid bare under his suspicion.âOkay. Thank you,â he said curtly, ending the call.He set the phone aside and turned his full attention to me. His expression was dark, menacing, and my breath hitched as the silence stretched.âDid you think Jason would go against me, Adasha?â he asked, his voice low and deadly.I froze, panic surging. What had Jason told him?âThrowing yourself at
AdashaThere was no time to second-guess, no space for hesitation. I had been planning this moment for yearsâthree long, agonizing years of plotting, preparing, and waiting for the right time to escape. Each failed attempt had come at a terrible cost.To Randy, my efforts to leave werenât just acts of defiance; they were personal insults, each failure punished with a fury that left me shattered in every possible way. His rage broke my body and crushed my spirit, leaving scars that ran far deeper than the surface. Every attempt chipped away at who I once was, leaving only fragments of myself behind.But not this time.This time, I wasnât planning to fail.Some might suggest I seek help from Randyâs family, but they were no saviors. They were as cruel as he was, circling me like vultures, eager for my downfall. Their judgment and disdain were relentless, treating me as though I should be grateful for a life that was never truly mine to begin with. Now I understood why: I wasnât jus
AdashaI packed everything I could carry and headed out of the house.My body ached from last nightâs punishment, every movement a painful reminder, but I forced myself to walk normally. I prayed I wouldnât bump into anyone. The pack was full of watchers, their loyalty to Randy unwavering. A single misstep, a moment of hesitation, and everything I had worked for would unravel.As I approached the packhouse door, a familiar scent stopped me cold. Pamela.My heart sank. Of all people, it had to be her. Pamela wasnât cruel, but I couldnât trust her not to alert her mate or someone else. I steadied my breathing, forcing myself to remain calm. Running now would only confirm her suspicions.âAdasha!â she called out.I turned to her, carefully neutral. Smiling would be too suspiciousâafter all, what did I have to smile about? Everyone in the pack must have heard Randyâs wrath last night when he punished me for talking to Alpha Jason.I let my exhaustion show, my sadness and brokenness
AdashaI ran with everything I had, my legs burning as Willow, my wolf, propelled me forward with relentless determination.The pain Randy had inflicted was a distant ache now, dulled by adrenaline and the single-minded drive to escape. I couldnât afford to feel it. I couldnât afford to stop.Every pounding beat of my paws against the forest floor was a desperate push toward freedom. His cruel words echoed in my mind, spurring me on. The sting of my bruises and the ragged sound of my breath didnât matter anymore. All I wanted was to get away. To be free.This was my moment, my chance to reclaim my life, and I couldnât waste it.With each stride, I prayed fervently. Please, donât let Randy catch me this time.My heart, already fractured from years of torment, couldnât endure another failure. My body and Willow wouldnât survive another round of his wrath. This was itâthe final push, the last desperate grasp at survivalâand I clung to it with everything I had.I had no destination in
AdashaThe wolves emerged silently, their golden eyes gleaming with intensity. Their movements were deliberate, practiced, and lethal.I froze, my breath catching in my throat. How had they gotten so close without me sensing them? I cursed myself for my lapse in vigilance. The relief of escaping Randy had blinded me to the dangers of these unfamiliar woods.There were too many of them. My heart raced as I took in their numbersâthis wasnât a rogue ambush. These wolves belonged to a pack. Their scent carried strength and unity, and judging by their size and discipline, they were Betas. Fierce, loyal, and utterly unforgiving.Willow, a Delta at best, growled low in my mind, but I silenced her. There was no point in fighting. We didnât stand a chance.Slowly, I fell to my knees, clutching my bag tightly as though it could somehow shield me from the inevitable. Bowing my head, I exposed my neck in a gesture of surrender, praying they wouldnât see me as a threat.The wolves paused, parti
I'm so glad you all enjoyed this story! đ As an adventurous writer, I'm excited to try something newâand Iâd love your input! ⨠I have two stories in the works, but I can only write one at a time: Vampire Book A WEREWOLF BOOK These stories donât follow the usual popular tropes, but I truly believe youâll enjoy them just as much (if not more!). Please let me know which one you'd love to read first. Your feedback means everything to me! đď¸đđŹ
AdashaThe sun was already high when the first cars pulled up the drive, tires crunching against the gravel.I stood near the front steps, Michelle balanced on my hip, Ethan clinging to Kaiâs hand beside me.The soft hum of laughter and voices rolled in from the yard where balloons bobbed in the breeze and long tables were set with food, drinks, and gifts wrapped in all colors of the rainbow.One by one, they stepped out of the vehiclesâand my heart swelled with something I couldnât quite name. Gratitude, maybe. Or just the deep, overwhelming warmth of seeing people you love all in one place, safe and smiling.Randy was the first to appear, looking more relaxed than Iâd ever seen him.Olivia walked beside him, glowing in a flowing dress that barely disguised her growing belly. He had one hand protectively resting on her lower back, the other carrying a stuffed bear nearly the size of Ethan.âDonât say anything,â Randy said with a mock glare as he saw me smirking.âI wasnât going to say
AdashaTwo Years LaterThe war with Tamara and Edmond felt like a lifetime ago.Now, the only battles Kai and I fought were over who had diaper duty or who could make the twins laugh harder.Our twins were turning one, and the house buzzed with energy as we prepared for their birthday celebration.Weâd been wrapped in a bubble the past yearâbusy, blessed, and exhausted. Life had shifted. Priorities changed. And in that quiet, weâd drifted from everyone we once fought beside.This party was more than just a celebration for the twins. It was a reunion. A chance to gather everyone who meant something to us. To laugh. To remember. To feel like a family again.So much had changed.Randy had ended up fated to OliviaâUncle Jamesâ daughter.They were mated now, and from what I heard, completely inseparable.They were expecting their first child, and I couldnât wait to meet the little one when the time came.Randy had softened, grown into himself, and it showed. I was genuinely happy for him.
RandyâWell, are you just going to stand there?â Her voice snapped me out of the trance.I blinked. She was staring right at me, arms crossed, like Iâd kept her waiting too long.âI⌠I thought you wereâ I was justââ I stammered, completely unprepared.She laughed. Soft, amused, but laced with something that curled in my gut.âNow that my familyâs free, you thought Iâd leave?â she asked, eyes locked on mine like she was reading every thought Iâd tried to bury.I couldnât answer. Because yeah⌠part of me had.She saw it. Smirked. And then, without a word, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room.Before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of her bed, heart pounding like Iâd just run ten miles.She stood in front of me, the wickedest smile tugging at her lips. Then she slid the sheer robe from her shoulders and let it fall.I forgot how to breathe.The lingerie underneath was designed to kill. Lace. Skin. Confidence. Everything about her said mine, and she wasnât asking for permissio
RandyI didnât stick around in Bridewood after the council hearing. There was no point. My business wasnât hereâit was back home.And after everything weâd seen, everything weâd nearly lost, I wasnât about to waste another second.The universe had given us a rare gift: survival. A second chance. That kind of mercy doesnât come often, and it sure as hell doesnât come twice.I had someone waiting for me. A sharp-tongued, stubborn woman who challenged me at every turn and still somehow made my world make sense. Olivia.Sheâd crashed into my life like a storm, and Iâd spent too long pretending I didnât want to get caught in it.No more second-guessing. No more keeping her at armâs length because I thought it was the ârightâ thing to do.I was done holding back.Adasha was smiling again.That look in her eyesâthat lightâI hadnât seen it in years. And if she could forgive me, then maybe it was time I started forgiving myself too.So we packed up. Jacob, Thompson, and I hit the road back to
Kai"So what are you trying to suggest, Alpha Bouras, Alpha Olsen?" William asked.Draco didnât blink. âI say we abolish the law against the Moonchildsâand give them a seat among the Twelve. Itâs rightfully theirs.âThe room froze. Then exploded.Voices rose like a storm, clashing over one another. Some shouted in disbelief, others in anger. No one talked about making the Twelve into Thirteen. That was the part that made them really uncomfortable.Draco stood steady, calm in the storm.He didn't care.And neither did Randy.âI strongly support Alpha Bouras,â Randy said, rising to his feet. âWhen Edmond crossed the line, it wasnât the Twelve that stopped him. It was a Moonchild. When everyone else fell, she stood. Itâs time we stop punishing a bloodline and start honouring it. This is what justice looks like.âThe murmuring dropped, volume shifting as some heads nodded reluctantly.I stood next.And I didnât sugarcoat it.âI agree,â I said. âI donât care what anyone in this room thinks
KaiIt explained everything.Adashaâs blood would have completed the serum. Stabilised Edmondâs mutation. Kept his eyes from bleeding, his mind from fracturing, his body from falling apart.Without it, he looked like something from a nightmareâa shell of a man, straining to contain power not meant for him.But what I still didnât understand was why. Why go this far?Why betray the very council he sat on? His family had power. He had influence.So why?And still, Edmond refused to speak. Sat silent in his silver cage, eyes dull with defeat. Or delusion.Tamara wasnât much betterâexcept she wouldnât stop crying.But not for her victims.Not for her daughter.Not even for the madness she helped unleash.No.She kept looking at Austin, pleading, weeping like the betrayal hadnât even happened.âI never cheated on you, Austin,â she said, loud enough for the entire hall to hear. âI just⌠I wanted more for us. For our daughter. The Redwolfs were going to cheat our family. I couldnât stand by
Kai"You have a big heart, Malachi," Abraham said, his voice low but warm.It pulled me back from watching Adasha and Austinâthe quiet reconciliation unfolding in a single conversation.I gave him a faint smile. âA foolish one, too.âHe shook his head. âNo. You acted based on what you had. I must say, you three are wise. I had no proofâonly suspicion. And yet you gave me the benefit of the doubt.âHe looked around the council hall, his expression sobering.âItâs all in the past now,â he added. âAnd know thisâI bear no grudge.âI nodded, and for once, I felt the weight ease a little.Thatâs when the room shifted.The side doors opened, and Gregory walked in, flanking a man I didnât need to be introduced to.Tall, weathered, lean from hardship but still standing with dignity.The resemblance to Gregory was uncanny. But it was the eyes that told me who he truly was.James Moonchild.Adashaâs uncle.Michelleâs brother.One of the most hunted, most whispered-about survivors in our entire w
KaiWe talked over the final details of our trip to the council, and thatâs when I learned Austin had insisted on joining usâeven though he hadnât fully recovered.But I understood.He needed to be there.Not just as a witness, but as a man with something to put right. His presence was required, and maybe⌠so was his redemption.As for Lauraâshe was out of danger, physicallyâbut her path was clearer than ever.She would be returning to Rivercreek.Did Tamara ever tell her the real plan? Or was she just another pawn? Another disposable piece to be sacrificed for her motherâs social climb?I couldnât say.And maybe it didnât matter.I didnât feel sorry for her.I hoped sheâd be better. That sheâd choose better. But deep down, I knew Iâd dodged a bullet.If fate hadnât intervenedâif Adasha hadnât come into my lifeâI couldâve ended up just like Austin. Bound to someone who wore the name but none of the heart.There was no way Laura didnât carry some of Tamaraâs venom. It was in the way sh