You decide that you had a good life growing up as an omega with omega parents and with that in mind you make the decision to leave. But not today. 'First I have to find a job,' you tell yourself, opening the laptop on the table. ''No password,'' you say in disbelief. ''Where do you want to grow up?'' you ask your daughter as if she is going to answer you. You type in your degree details and click on search. You apply for all the job listings popping up. 'I will just go with the highest paying job where ever that takes us,' you think. You remember that your phone is at your parents' apartment. 'My apartment,' you correct yourself, sadness filling you. 'I wonder if their bones are ready to call them back as spirit wolves,' you wonder. Here is an idea. Why not call your biological father fourth as well? He died in his wolf form so that means he will come back in his human spirit.Your daughter fuzzing snaps you out of your thoughts. ''Ok, ok,'' you laugh and offer your breast to her bu
''What?'' Dave asked looking at you smiling pretty at him.''I am just thinking about our teen years,'' you say smiling. ''What about them?'' Dave asks taking a sip of his third beer.''Trust me, princess he is way too busy keeping seven mates happy to have time to think about his long-forgotten teenage sweetheart,'' one of his mates chuckled sarcastically walking past you and wrapping her arms around him. ''Watch your tone,'' Dave warns her. ''I will leave the two of you to it,'' you blush, standing up from your bar chair. You turn to walk away but the rest of Dave's mates stood there, hands on hips.''Who is watching my daughter?!'' you exclaim.''Do you really expect us to watch your daughter while you try to steal our man?'' one snorted.''You are talking to your queen!'' Dave reminds them all to have some respect.You don't care to argue or defend yourself and storm off to get to your daughter.You got outside of the pub and realized that Dave has the car keys. You look back at
You thought it strange that not even Ina has met the boss. Your day was busy with learning the ropes from Ina and feeding your daughter in between. The time flew past and you are left disappointed at the end of the day not having met the new boss. You met almost everyone, including all the men, not one smelling like the scent you picked up this morning. On the bright side, you are happy that you have not met a single lycan. Exactly what you want. ''I would invite you for drinks but I noticed you are breastfeeding,'' Ina says as you make your way out of the building. You smile politely with your daughter in your arms. Actually, you were grateful to have an excuse not to join your co-workers. The next few months flew by and you have been working hard. The closest you got to your boss was with email, thanking you for doing good work. ''Are you going to be at the year-end function tonight?'' Ina asks, all excited. 'Can't. Do you know what nannies cost at night in this town?'' you decli
That night you hired a nanny to watch your daughter for a couple of hours so that you can go to a nightclub in the hope to find a vampire so that you can send Mel a message. You got dressed and wondered if a vampire will look at you dressed in all black or should you dress normallyYou slip on a short black mini dress with a pair high heels, your legs on full display. You wonder what to do with your hair. 'Up or down?' you ask yourself lifting your hair in a high ponytail before tieing it up. You applied your makeup but decide not to go gothic fearing it might be overkill***''Here goes nothing,'' you say getting out of the cab and walking towards the club, falling into the short line outside of the door. You take note that the line consisted of only couples. One holding the other by a leash.'Did I get the details wrong?' you wonder. You get to the front of the club.''Only couples,'' the doorman says. ''I, I,'' you stumble over your words. ''Check if there is a singleton in the qu
After a word with Shirley you took your leave, eager to get home and shift so that you can heal up. You smoothly negotiated weekend-only shifts and Shirley was more than happy to agree to your terms as most of her violent customers visited the club on weekends. You also agreed to go in on emergencies when Mr. Reef shows up during the week at double the hourly rate.After paying the nanny she left and you went to the room that you shared with your daughter. She looked on with big bright eyes as you shifted into your wolf form and back. After a shower, you got into bed and disappointedly thought about the evening. You didn't smell a single supernatural.The next morning you overslept and got ready in a hurry. ''I am so sorry for being late,'' you apologize rushing into the office. You catch the familiar scent again. ''I take it the boss is in again?''''He sure is,'' Ina says with a smile. ''I should go and introduce myself and apologize for being late,'' you say walking towards his d
''So what do you think about the boss? He is super hot, right?'' Ina asks when you walk into the office. ''Did not get to meet him,'' you pout sitting down. ''That is too bad,'' Ina says with a smile. Like every other day, today went by fast. ''Where are you off to in such a hurry?'' Ina asks when you grab your handbag and made a b-line for the door.''Um,'' you start not so sure telling Ina you are going to a club is a good idea. ''I have a date,'' you say and rush out before she can ask more questions. ''Mr. Ricci?'' Ina jumps off her chair. ''Who leaves the office before the boss?'' Davide asks after opening the door that connects his office to theirs.''She has a date,'' Ina blurts. ''I mean emergency,'' she tries to recover but it is too late.Davide goes back to his office and takes out his mobile. ''I want photos of this date. Send me the location,'' is all he says before hanging up. By the time Davide got home, his private investigator send him the first photos over mobi
You take the glass and take a sip, not caring what is in it, desperate to calm your nerves. You feel a bit of force on the glass, forcing you to finish its contents.Mr. Ricci takes the empty glass from you and puts another glass in your hand. You don't need him to force you as you clear the second glass of whisky.You listen as he pours two glasses again.'Why make me drunk?' you think as the panic raise in you.You take the glass that he is pressing against your lips. This third glass is more than the first two and you feel past tipsy as you are not used to drinking so much alcohol let alone whiskey.You back step almost looking your balance.''Woah,'' you chuckle.With one hand Mr. Ricci supports your waist. You hardly feel the sparks his touch sends through your body but he feels the full force of the fated bond.'You feel him rest his face in your neck.Davide takes in your scent, thinking, 'How do I make her mine?'You don't respond. You stand frozen.His fingers wrap around your
"Why let a man whip you the way Mr. Reef did?" Davide half whispers standing in front of you grabbing your waist and resting his head against yours. "Is that not what you paid for tonight?" you ask. "Would you like that?" he asks. "Would you?" you ask instead of answering him. "Answer the question," he hissed. "Maybe it turns me on," you say. "Liar," he breathed into your ear. "Then fuck me already," you exclaim. 'Crap. No! I can't have sex with my boss,' you think. "Won't you just like that?" he chuckles deeply before stepping away from you. "I didn't mean to say that. Sex is not on the table," you say trying to rectify your mistake. "I will decide whether sex is on the table or not," Davide chuckles. "I was told it is up to me," you choke. "I will have you begging me to fuck you in no time so trust me when I tell you that it is up to me whether we have sex or not.," Davide says. A snort escapes you. Without warning Davide grabs you between your legs, dipping his finge
The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You slowly blinked your eyes open, the fog of sleep still lingering in your mind. As your vision cleared, you saw him—Davide—sitting by your bedside, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his gaze, the uncertainty that lingered there."Do you hate me yet?" Davide’s voice was quiet, almost pleading, as if he were bracing for your response.For a long moment, you just stared at him, the weight of the years, of everything that had happened, pressing heavily on your chest. You felt a storm of emotions swirling inside you—anger, betrayal, and, beneath it all, an aching sense of longing."I hate and love you at the same time," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy as they left your lips, a truth you had buried deep for so long. You remembered the woman you once were, desperate for hi
Kurt followed Wynn down the winding corridors of the palace, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the decision ahead. The Lycan King's command had been clear, and now it was time for the next step. They arrived at the chambers of the shaman, where the ancient being was waiting, his eyes clouded with the knowledge of his craft.The shaman nodded to Kurt and Wynn, gesturing for them to enter. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, and the scent of herbs and incense hung in the air. The shaman motioned for Kurt to sit in the center of a ritual circle, marked with glowing symbols and runes.As Wynn stood nearby, observing the ritual, the shaman began his chant, speaking in an ancient tongue that reverberated through the room. Kurt closed his eyes, focusing on the weight of the spell being placed over him, an invisible force that began to settle over his body. The power of the fated mate bond was strong, a magic that ran deep into his veins, connecting him to Elle whether he was r
The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.Their eyes—blue, like the clearest sky—sparkled with a quiet intensity that hinted at the centuries of experience and authority behind them. They were tall, their frames long and lean, but their bodies were hardened by years of battle and leadership. Despite their beauty, there was an air of danger surrounding them, a promise of strength and command. They were not the kind of men you could ignore or easily dismiss.Vance took a step forward, his gaze fixing on Elle with a knowin
As your arms pull away from Elle, the connection you feel between the two of you still lingers in the air—frail and unspoken. But before you can fully process what’s happening, Elle speaks, her voice breaking through the tension.“I know,” she says, her tone quiet but unwavering. “I know what the Lycan King wants, and I know what he plans to do.” Her gaze holds yours, clear and resolute, as if she’s already made a decision, one that you weren’t prepared to hear.You stare at her, confused, heart pounding in your chest. “What are you talking about?” you ask, though the dread that coils in your gut tells you it’s not something you want to hear.She steps back slightly, her eyes lowering just for a moment, before meeting yours again with that same quiet resolve. “I’ve already agreed to it,” she admits. “In return for pardoning Michael, you, and everyone else—I’ll give him my eggs. Until I find my fated mate.”The words hit you like a slap in the face. Your heart sinks into your stomach a
The Lycan King’s parting words echo in your mind as you stride toward Davide. The pull toward him is magnetic, a force you can no longer resist. Whatever doubts linger are silenced by the undeniable connection you feel—a bond that has been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for this moment to ignite.You stop in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a fleeting second, you think you see hesitation in his eyes. But you can’t stop now. With quiet resolve, you reach for him, leaning in to press your lips to his.The moment your skin touches his, a surge of heat and energy courses through you, raw and primal. Something deep within you clicks into place, a bond snapping tight, sealing your fate. For a brief, infinite moment, the world fades away. There is only him.But the moment is shattered.The door bursts open, slamming against the wall with enough force to make you flinch. A figure steps into the room, his presence like a thundersto
The young woman shifts slightly in her seat, her poised demeanor betraying a flicker of something unspoken. Her resemblance to you feels almost uncanny—like a shadow of your own reflection cast in a different light. Her sharp gaze mirrors yours as you both linger on the same man across the table. A knot tightens in your chest—a blend of unease and jealousy.The man seated near the Lycan King, the one who has drawn both your attention and hers, meets your eyes. His expression is unreadable, his lips quirked with a hint of amusement or perhaps something more calculated. The Lycan King, however, is less subtle. His gaze is direct and intense, commanding your attention even without a word. The weight of his stare sends a shiver through you—a mix of fascination and trepidation.For a moment, the room seems to fade, the undercurrents of silent communication drowning out the noise. The question gnaws at you again: Why does she look like she could be my sister? But the answer seems woven into
"Come with me," a voice startled you. You didn’t have to look around to know who it belonged to. It was Wynn, the Lycan King's best friend."Why?" you asked under your breath, matching the quiet intensity of his tone."Stand up and come with me," Wynn ordered, his voice imbued with a silent force that felt more compelling than even the Lycan King’s command.Against your will, you rose from your seat and followed him out of the dining hall, each step defying your own intentions. The air between you was charged with an unspoken tension."How did you do that?" you demanded, your voice sharp with frustration. The shaman necklace you wore should have protected you, and you'd been humming protective chants under your breath. Yet, his power had broken through your defenses effortlessly.Wynn remained silent, his stride purposeful. You followed him like a duckling trailing its mother, powerless to resist the pull of his authority. He stopped in front of an imposing wooden door, gesturing for
Later that evening, the Lycan King and his closest confidant, Wynn, found themselves alone in the quiet seclusion of the King’s private chambers, the low flickering of candlelight casting shadows across the stone walls. The tension of the day still lingered in the air as they shared a rare moment of camaraderie.“I can’t thank you enough for what you did today,” the King began in a low, gravelly tone, his gaze steady as he reached for a decanter of aged bourbon. He poured the rich amber liquid into two heavy crystal glasses, the sound of it splashing softly against the silence.Wynn shifted uneasily, crossing his arms before moving closer to the King. “We deceived them with a false prophecy,” he replied, voice thick with bitterness. He took the offered glass but didn’t drink immediately, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the swirling drink with a conflicted expression. “I’m not exactly proud of manipulating them like that.”The King’s lips twisted into a wry smile as he held his own gla
Ellle turned to face the Lycan King with unwavering determination. "I will go with you willingly," she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.The Lycan King regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and respect. "You possess a rare courage, Elle," he acknowledged. "But know that your sacrifice will not go unnoticed."As Elle stepped forward to join the Lycan King, Wynn's voice cut through the tension. "Wait," he commanded, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that silenced the gathering."The time for secrecy has passed," Wynn declared, his gaze shifting to the Lycan King. "It is time for the truth to be revealed."With a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features, the Lycan King nodded in agreement.Wynn turned to face the assembled pack, his voice ringing out with authority. "Listen well, for what I am about to reveal will shake the foundations of our world."As the pack members leaned in, captivated by Wynn's words, he began to recount the ancient prophecy that ha