Zane: This is probably the hundredth time I complain about hating myself ever since Kiara walks into my life, but truthfully, I do. I hate to see her in pain because I share her pain. Having to pretend I’m not in pain the whole day is the worst thing I ever do. Now I need comfort and all I can do is drown myself with a bottle of whisky. Normally, it would have worked, but it feels like my soul is detached from my body. “There is more to what you see on the surface and I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Werewolves aren’t humans and you shouldn’t joke with a lot. We have hurt Kiara and Bailey, and…” “Oh, shut up!” I groan at my wolf, gulping down the entire content which burns my throat. I try to act like I’m fine in this club filled with people, but I’m not. “You know what? I need a good girl,” I say to my wolf, standing up from the bar stool. I look around the bar through the neon lights that glow. There are many women in it, but none of them is Kiara and at the moment, she
Zane:“What the hell are you doing here, Gia?” I yell, yanking the sheets to cover the only piece of my dignity left. “I could ask you the same, Zane,” she says, sitting up with the duvet across her chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the city, running my father’s business like you’re the actual firstborn son of this family and not Yusuf?”Her words sting, but I don’t hold on to them because I hurt her, and I’m truly sorry.I feel twice as terrible as I did initially because dreaming of sex with Kiara is much better than actually doing it with Gia. She’s my sister, and even though we aren’t related by blood, I hate the fact I’m betraying my father.“Did Kiara throw you out of the house? You’ve been quite a pussy lately, and I can’t believe someone like her has so much power over you,” she says, and I curl my hand into a fist. “I can’t believe I was in love with you,” she scoffs.“Gia, what is wrong with you? You know I was drunk and…”“Don’t come at me with that, Zane. This was a con
Kiara:I gulp when I hear him say that. How could he want to lock me up in this place forever? This is beyond cruel.“Why don’t you just kill me for real?” I question, and he chuckles.“What fun would that be? I’ve kept you this far and every single moment, I come up with ideas on how we can keep having fun,” he says, and I scoff.He caresses my cheek gently while I stare at him, wishing I could chop his hand off.“Where is Ariana?” I ask.“On a brief trip to the airport with my men, and the loving doctor who helped you. Did I tell you I’m a philanthropist and he will be getting a room at the mansion?”The sarcasm in his voice is irritating.“Yes, if that’s another word for murderer,” I say to him, and he laughs.“I like your sense of humor, but that will get you nowhere, my love,” he says, tapping my nose gently before standing up.“Even if I tried to be nice, you do not deserve it. I hate you and the day you die will be my happiest,” I spit.“Everyone has what they wish for. Like me,
Kiara:The scorching sun above the city is gradually fading, which makes me happy because I have been driving for over an hour. Today is the memorial for the late Luna, who died two months ago, and as her heir, I must pluck a handful of Lunaria, a mystique pant that blooms only at night. Being the Luna alongside the Alpha king is wonderful because of how much he adores me. It is all butterflies, but the responsibilities are daunting.After a while, I arrive at the foot of the elysian whisper hill and park my car. I look around, and when I am certain there are no humans in sight, I get back into my car and transform into Bailey, my wolf. I sprint up the mountain, plucking a handful of the beautiful blue plant that stands at the crest of the hill. Then I sprint back down the hill and revert to human form. Being able to do that in a matter of minutes makes me wish I could transform into a wolf and travel from the pack to here. My phone beeps as soon as I get into my car, and I check to
Kiara:Standing before the mirror, I prepare for the night, my heart shattering into countless fragments. The blow is immense, a hurdle I doubt I can overcome, especially with the pretense I must maintain tonight.“Is there a problem, my Luna?” Isabella, my maid, inquires. Swiftly wiping away my tears, I turn to face her with a forced smile. “Not at all. I will be down in a minute,” I say to her.I then retrieve the sacred pearl necklace, a legacy passed down to every Luna of the Lunar Shadow Pack. As it rests on my neck, memories of the day Blake first placed it there flood my mind. A single tear threatens to fall, but I quickly brush it away. Taking a deep breath, I clutch my purse and stride out of the room, my long red gown flowing behind me.Entering the room, a life-sized statue of the queen in her werewolf form commands my attention. Carved from moonstone, it stands regally in the center of the room, its ethereal glow casting dancing shadows on the walls. The room is a testame
Zane:As I pace around the hotel Kiara has left me in, my patience slowly dwindles. I need to carry out my mission before dawn. Downing the remaining contents of my wineglass, a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.Opening it, I find Rufus standing there with a fresh suit.“About time,” I mutter, snatching the suit from him. He steps into the room while I retreat to the bathroom to get dressed.Once I’m ready, I demand my cigar. Rufus hands it over and I take a few satisfying puffs. “Everyone is ready, and we are waiting for your command,” Rufus informs me. I blow a puff of smoke in his face, pick up my hat from the table, and place it on my head as I stride out of the hotel.“Let’s get this done before I lose my patience,” I declare, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. The thought of my family's murderers lying dead on the memorial grounds makes me grin widely..Halfway down the stairs, Rufus calls out to me.“Something’s happened at the Blackwood memorial, caus
Kiara:I open my eyes and see that I am lying on an enormous bed that smells like fresh roses and vanilla. I feel a soft breeze from the window and hear the sound of the whirling wind from the chilly night, and I wonder how I got here.I don’t realize how much my head aches until I sit up to take in my surroundings. Everything spins and I hold on to my head, which feels as if it will fall. The door to the room swings open, and Zane walks in dressed in a suit with a tray which contains a bottle of water, and some pills. In fear, I back away a bit, but his facial expression softens, and he approaches me.“I had a feeling you will come down with a headache,” he says, and I take my hand off my head.He places the tray on the nightstand close to me, then he gives me the glass of water, and pops the pill.“Drink,” I say to him, and he chuckles lightly, taking a sip from the water.Next, I grab the packet in his hand to be sure it is aspirin. When I have done all checks, I take the pill, and
Zane:“None of this adds up,” I mutter to Rufus, my steps echoing in the hall.The reality of being a werewolf still feels like a dream, and knowing that Kiara is my mate only complicates things. A long-term relationship isn’t on my agenda, especially when all I can think of is making her pay for her father’s sins against my family.“What do I do?” I ask, my hand resting on Rufus’s shoulder.He starts to respond, but I silence him with a hand.“That’s it!” I shout, a brilliant idea forming in my mind.“The full moon is tonight, and mating with her will be simple. Then I’ll hold the threat of rejection over her if she tries to run,” I explain, noticing Rufus’s furrowed brow.His disapproval is evident, but it’s irrelevant to me. I’ve never been one to care much about others’ opinions.“The beauty of this plan is its foolproof nature. She’s experienced rejection before, so all I need to do is leave my mark, and we’re set,” I say, patting his back before walking the stairs.I walk to Kiar