HUGH’S POV: The air feels thick with tension as Anastasia's words hang in the air like a heavy fog. Her offer in solving my already-done romance with my ex-fiancée gives me irritation. Who does she think she is to meddle in my personal life? She’s been showing interest in my failed relationship with Yvanna since earlier. I stare at her, my fingers tapping against the armrest of the chair. Without a word, I stand up, the legs of the chair scraping against the tiled floor with a harsh sound. “Hugh, wait!” Anastasia calls.With determined steps, I make my way to the kitchen, my movements mechanical and devoid of any reason to listen to her. I reach for the bottle of my finest wine, uncorking it with ease, and pour myself a generous glass. Its crimson liquid glints in the dim light. I ignore Anastasia's call again, not even sparing a glance in her direction as I make my way towards the staircase. Upstairs, in my bedroom, I find solace in the moonlit balcony. The full moon casts a s
The lighting of the hallway casts elongated shadows as I stand outside my parents’ bedroom door, the only barrier between me and dad’s sleeping figure inside. Mom joins me, her expression manifests concern and apology. "Son, I'm sorry for putting this burden on you," she says softly. I turn to look at her. "It's not your fault, mom. Dad's health is what's important right now." She reaches out and places a comforting hand on my cheek. "I know, but asking you to find a mate so soon... it's a lot to ask." I sigh, my gaze drifting back to the closed door. "I understand why it's necessary. Without a Luna, I can't take over as Main Alpha." Fine lines deepen on mom’s face as she looks at me with heavy unspoken words. I know that they only want what’s best for me and for our pack, but the pressure is suffocating at times. I clasp mom’s hand with mine, pulling it away from my cheek, before kissing it. "Don't worry about it, mom." She squeezes my hand gently, her dark eyes filled with m
ANASTASIA’S POV: Our breaths mingle in the crisp air. My heart races in a way that's both riveting and scary, my eyes are wide in surprise, my mind reeling with a thousand questions, my body thrumming with an unfamiliar energy. "W-Why?" I whisper breathlessly the moment we break apart, my voice barely above a murmur. Hugh's eyes bear into mine, his expression intense yet tender. "Because you're my mate," he replies, his voice low and husky with emotion.My breath is caught in my throat, my mind struggling to process his words. Mate? The word echoes in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. "What?" I blurt out, my voice filled with disbelief. "We're mates?"Hugh nods solemnly, his gaze never leaving me. "Yes, Anastasia. When a werewolf finds their mate, they feel a thrilling sensation through touch, and an even greater kind of sensation through a kiss. It's a bond that goes beyond words, beyond reason. And I've felt it with you since the moment we met."My mind whirls with co
Why do I feel like that the bed becomes less squashy yet more comfortable?I blink my eyes open, grabbing my eyeglasses from somewhere near the pillow. As soon as I have my eyeglasses on, my eyes widen as they linger on the familiar sight of the flat ceiling. Confusion sweeps me as I sit up in bed, my mind grappling with the sight around me. This isn’t Hugh's penthouse’s guest room. This is my own bedroom! But how?! Has it all been a dream?!I shake my head, trying to dispel the remnants of sleep and the lingering sense of disorientation. My heart races as I scan the room, searching for any trace of the opulent surroundings of the penthouse. But there’s nothing. Just the familiar furnishings of my childhood home.Suddenly, a knock on the door draws my attention, and before I can respond, a figure I thought I’d never see again enters - mama. A warm smile lights up my face as I gaze at her."Mama!" I cry as I rush to the door to embrace her tightly.Mama returns the embrace just as fi
The morning sun filters through the lace curtains, casting a golden glow over the breakfast table where I sit with my parents. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the scent of pancakes and bacon, hoping it could somewhat create a comforting atmosphere in the dining area, but it doesn’t. Mama places a plate of pancakes in front of me. Then she asks, "Darling, is everything okay?" I lift my gaze at her, her brow furrows with concern as she studies my face. Then, I force a smile."I'm fine, just not very hungry," I reply.“But you didn’t eat last night either,” mama counters."Hey, did you catch the game last night? The Bulls were on fire!" Papa chimes in, eager to lighten the mood. "Yeah, they played really well," I say even though I've not watched the game.My thoughts drift back to the emails I received from Author Agness. The feeling of unease that has settled in the pit of my stomach and the nagging fear in my heart are impossible to shake off.Papa launches into a
The air thickens around us, charged with tension as Hugh continues to speak."Anastasia," he begins, his voice gentle yet firm, "This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but I've been thinking a lot since last night about our future together."I blink, my mind racing to catch up with his words. "Hugh, I... I...that's..."Hugh’s hand tightens around mine, his warm palm brushing against my knuckles in a gesture that’s both intimate yet scary. "I understand if you're hesitant. Believe me, I am too. But I can't ignore this connection between us. I want to explore it, to see where it leads."I’ve never considered Hugh in this way before our kiss, never allowed myself to entertain the possibility of anything beyond being just his fan who wants his happy ending before that kiss! And yet, as I look into his eyes, there’s that same spark of curiosity and desire that threatens to make me wanna reconsider my plans."But Hugh," I murmur, my voice quavers, "You don’t know who I am. And You won’t believ
HUGH’S POV: The cool morning air pirouettes through the open balcony doors, carrying with it the earthy scent of nature and the distant murmur of the city below. I stand at the railing, my hands gripping the wrought iron as I gaze out into the clear sky. My mind is a vortex of frustration and confusion, my heart heavy with the weight of unanswered questions. Anastasia's defiance lingers in my thoughts like an unwelcome specter. I couldn't fathom why she continues to reject me, where she gets the audacity to tell a ridiculous lie to avoid my advances. If she doesn’t feel the pull between us, why not simply say so? Why concoct elaborate tales better suited to children's bedtime stories? She’s an enigma, a puzzle I couldn't solve easily. It’s obvious she’s facing some difficulties, I could see the strain in her eyes, the tension in the set of her shoulders. But what those difficulties are, I couldn't say. If only she can be honest with me and tell me the truth, the real truth, then I’
ANASTASIA’S POV: The midday sun emits a warm glow through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Hugh's spacious office, illuminating the polished oak desk where I sit nervously. I’ve been anxiously waiting for this moment, the culmination of all the awkward and desperate negotiations, anticipation, and a fair amount of trepidation. Hugh sits across from me, a faint smile, that’s borderline a smirk, playing at the corners of his lips as he slides a sleek folder across the desk. My heart flutters in my chest as I reach out to take it, my fingers trembling slightly. With bated breath, I flip open the folder and scan the contents of the contract laid out before me. It’s simple, straightforward, yet its implications are profound. My mission is clear: reunite Hugh with his estranged love, Yvanna, and in return, I’d be generously compensated. Relief floods through me as I read the terms of the contract. This is it, my chance to set things right, to mend the broken pieces of Hugh and Yvan