Novel-novel oleh Tiffany Lin

The wedding happened a week and a half later. A lot of people felt it was rushed, but once they saw it, you’d think it had been planned for months. It was truly beautiful.It was said that the bride loved camellias, that she adored their soft petals and fragrance. So, the venue was filled with them. Every table, every corner, every aisle was adorned with arrangements of white and pink camellias. The scent was soft yet intoxicating, sweet and calming, like their love. Even the bouquets carried a mix of them, tied together with silken ribbons. The groom had his eyes fixated on the bride the entire time. Everyone felt it was understandable. If she were their wife too, they'd be staring at her the same way, feeling extremely lucky inside. And it wasn’t only the men who found such beauty breathtaking, the women did too. The bride was glowing, as if she were a goddess.The applause was genuine when they were officially proclaimed husband and wife, Luna and Alpha. That alone sealed it as

Kylie’s POVLater that night, we were in bed, chatting about everything, including how Elijah was saved by Old Master Albert in the Northern Territory.He explained, “After realizing it was me, he told me he was here to find an heir. I stayed to heal in his territory for a while before coming back. I’ll help rule his pack in return for the next few decades. That’s the least I can do.”I leaned into his embrace after hearing that.Some time passed before I suddenly remembered something.“What about the vampires?" Elijah ran his hand through my hair, massaging my scalp in a soothing way as he spoke. “We already got Dracula." “What?”“Albert’s pack was affected by Cole’s recent actions—colluding with the vampires. One of the things we did together was clean out the vampires in the area. That’s when we came across Nicholas, who was traveling back to where Dracula is. Albert immediately realized he was actually a fragment of Dracula’s consciousness, left behind before he went into hiber

Kylie’s POVEverything turned chaotic after she fainted.“Call the healer!” Elijah said, snapping his fingers. A nearby guard quickly went to do as he was told. Francesca was lifted carefully and rushed inside the house.I followed in along with others, my legs weak and my head spinning. They laid her on the bed in one of the guest rooms. Her skin looked so pale against the sheets and I felt my heart squeezed with worry. The healer arrived quickly, his eyes darting around before he entered the room.“Everyone out,” he said as he set down his bags. “She needs space.”I hesitated.I didn’t want to leave.Elijah placed a hand on my shoulder. “She’ll be fine,” he said quietly. “She will be.”Reluctantly, I stepped outside with the others.The door closed.And just like that, I felt empty.My knees gave out, and I sat down on the bench in the hallway, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. My chest hurt. My eyes burned. Everything felt unreal.Elijah sat beside me, his warmth and scent p

Kylie’s POVEven though I was internally shocked by the address, the man being one of the popular heirs to the famous Alpha abroad, and the father of Merilyn, calling Elijah is brother, I quickly arranged my face into a welcoming smile.“Hi. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”He shook hands with me, then gestured behind him. “These are my sons, Luna Kylie. Maverick, Erin, Martin, Mayo." I gave a polite nod to the men, who all looked older than me.That wasn’t the end.He motioned toward Merilyn. “You already know her, don’t you? My daughter, Merilyn. It’s our family’s pleasure to be here.”“Dad! What’s going on?!” Merilyn demanded, gritting her teeth.Merilyn turned to his daughter and spoke in a voice everyone could hear. “This is Elijah, the heir your grandfather chose to rule the northern territories. He reluctantly agreed, as a form of repayment to our men for saving him after he fell off a cliff.”That was a lot of information to throw at us without any warning.The heir their g

Cole's POV (last) The elders exchanged glances, and to my utmost disbelief, the men who once listened to my every word like puppets now seemed to have grown wings and dared to ignore me. They didn’t even meet my gaze as they read aloud, their faces stiff and unreadable.“According to the rules and regulations of this pack, any man who has committed treason—”Silence swallowed the clearing.Then the elder spoke again.“—for crimes against the pack, the Alpha’s bloodline, and the Moon’s law…”My chest heaved. I waited for chains. For exile. For death.“—his wolf shall be permanently bound.”My heart skipped a beat. “What…?” I croaked.“And his body shall bear the consequences of his choices.”Before I could react, two elders stepped forward, their hands glowing silver.“No! Wait—” I tried to pull back, panic finally clawing its way through my arrogance. “Elijah—!”The ground beneath me pulsed.Pain detonated.A sharp, horrifying crack echoed through the clearing.I screamed.It felt l

Cole’s POVI haven’t lost yet.Not yet.Despite the tremor in my voice, I still stood my ground like any true rulers would. “I am now the Alpha of this pack, the ruler of this place. The guards obey me and me only! They listen to my orders because I am their master. You should go back to wherever you’ve been hiding. Go!”Turning behind me, I pointed toward the pack members. “Look at them! They look well-fed, happy, and content. I’m the one who looked after them before you came back—and even after you left! They’re satisfied with me! No one wants you here.”“Mmm,” was all he said.The sound got on my nerves immediately.I sneered. “What do you find funny, huh? Why are you laughing? Do you think this is a joke? They don’t want you! Go! Don’t ever come back!”“Ever since you took over the pack,” he said calmly, “you brought in several strangers from other packs, terrorizing the original pack members. You colluded with vampires, putting everyone’s safety at risk. You harmed those who didn

Nora stilled, her expression turning awkward. Marco immediately knew this kind of look — she definitely did. His body trembled as he lashed out. "Why would you do that? Huh? Why would you cheat on him? He treated us well! He introduced you to the entertainment industry! He's our family savior, but you went ahead and slept with some bastard outside! How could you do that?!" He said in agitation, veins popping on his neck with every word he spat. Nora's hand clenched by the side, her knuckles turning white. Her lips quivered as she struggled not to talk, or her voice would rise higher than she expected and it would trigger his condition. She inhaled deeply to rein in her anger. "Rest first, we will talk later." She turned around, preparing to excuse herself but he stomped his feet on the floor, snarling. "Don't go anywhere! That's how you always hide when you're guilty! I don't care why you cheated on him, but it's a disgraceful and thoughtless thing to do to someone that always

Entering the room, the tidy, humble living room came into view, decorated with two couches and a table she had bought from F******k Marketplace at a really cheap price. But these different-colored couches weren't what made her stumble, but the man sitting on them. Carlo. The bastard. Anger erupted in her chest, but the sight of Marco, who was sitting at the side, made her keep her cool. She glanced at him. "Go eat some." Marco stood up, taking the cake while winking meaningfully at her. "Uh, I will excuse you two lovebirds then." Once Marco disappeared into the kitchen, the calm facade she wore tore away, and all that was left was resentment. "Why are you here?" Carlo stood up. He had a poker face, and a pair of righteous eyes behind black-framed glasses. All this while, she had thought his heart would be different, and maybe warmer since he was her boyfriend and manager, but it turned out it was as cold as the Arctic. Otherwise, how would he feel comfortable trying to make her

Hours later. Nora's eyes snapped open, bereft of any emotions. Seconds passed before realization slipped in, and she stiffened when she felt the warm figure enveloping her body. The heat had faded, leaving nothing but shock, numbness, and confusion. What had she done? She sat up so suddenly and felt something slipped out of her. That was when she belatedly realized she had his engorged member inside her. She blinked in horror, staring at the white liquid like she didn't know what it was. Her expression was almost comical compared to the lustful one she had earlier. The stranger stirred awake at this moment. He became aware almost immediately, and his gaze fixed on her back. Few seconds passed before he sat up, then grabbed his phone on the stand. She flinched when she felt these movements and looked beside her, only for her to freeze. A pair of violet eyes collided with her own, deep like an abyss. It's amazing how quick an Extreme Alpha's eyes can switched between t

Her pants slid down her thighs in a slow, sensual motion until they dropped at her ankles. The man's eyes darkened, pulsing with desire. He seized her suddenly, and she felt the world sway then realized she was midair, in his arms, and he was taking her to his bed. She bounced lightly against the mattress when he put her down, but his weight had already followed, looming over her. His hands parted her thighs to form the M shape, leaving her utterly exposed to his stare. Her pussy spasmed as she watched him lick his lips, and she spread herself wider in anticipation of what was about to come. He didn't let her wait for long. He shoved two fingers inside her, and a gasp escaped her lips as she threw her head back. His fingers were thick and long, grazing her walls smoothly. "Mmmmm." She moaned, chest heaving as his fingers worked faster in her. Her body arched off the mattress while he added another finger, touching that sweet spot that made her toes curl. Wet sounds filled the

Nora's heart pounded like a drum as she ran to the elevator. She jabbed the button while glancing over her shoulder. She was fearful that Mason's men, whom she had met on the first floor when she first arrived here, would chase after her. When the doors finally slid open, she ran inside and clicked the ground floor button—at least she thought—her fingers shaky and her breath uneven. But as soon as the doors closed, a suffocating wave of heat crashed over her. No, it wasn't the room temperature or whatever, but her heat. She cursed under her breath, her body trembling with panic. It was that cursed, stupid, Alpha-triggering, senseless, horny heat. It pooled low in her belly, fire shooting between her legs. Her knees buckled slightly as she gripped the wall railing for support. Her skin flushed, thighs pressing together on instinct as an unbearable ache lodged between them. Her mouth felt dry, and her breathing had turned shallow. “Shit,” she gasped, covering her mouth beca

"I–I'm feeling tipsy," a woman slurred, her voice echoing in the private room. It was clear she was drunk from the way her head tilted and her hand shook. Beside her sat a middle-aged man in a black suit and glowing bald head. On his face sat a suspiciously wide smile like someone watching their favorite comedy show—except there was no comedy on display. Around his neck hung a dangling golden chain that seemed out of place with what he wore, and his hands were collectively designed with several golden rings. They caught the light of the chandelier with his every movement. On another seat facing the couch was a young man, probably in mid-twenties. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. Compared to the two people who were seemingly dressed to the nines, he appeared to be like an assistant. But no, he wasn't an assistant. His name was Carlo, and he was a small-time manager at Blue Hill Entertainment, managing only a Z–list actress — Nora Ferraro. And meanwhile, the midd