My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker
"Dylennn," she whispered as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Avelynne,I killed you once, little wolf…” he whispered.
His voice was a growl, ancient and broken.
“And the Moon cursed me to spend eternity watching the world rot until I could love you right. You are mine little wolf, and no one in the entire universe will stop me from claiming you”
"NOT EVEN YOUR BETHROTHAL HUSBAND!".
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Seven centuries ago, a Lycan lost control and slaughtered the only soul he was born to protect.
Now she’s back and she's reborn as the daughter of an Alpha and betrothed to his greatest enemy.
Evelyn has always felt watched.
Dreams of glowing eyes and whispered vows haunt her nights, and the shadows around her home feel alive. But when she meets her cold father’s best friend, Lord Dylen Wolfe, her world fractures. His voice, his scent, his touch... they awaken memories she shouldn’t have, they ignite desires she shouldn't crave.
He’s a monster from history.
The lover from her past life.
And the predator who’s waited three thousand years for her return.
As her forgotten memories resurface, so do the lies, the curses, and the war that tore their worlds apart.
Because this time, if she remembers the truth…
Will she accept his love or will the beast who once killed her have to do it again?…
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty OneEvery guest took their seats, filling the wide stadium with a buzz of anticipation. The energy was electric, and I could feel it thrumming through my chest as I adjusted my pom-poms nervously. The opposing team’s cheer girls were already giving us the death glare, as if they could reduce us to nothing with a single look. I caught Isla smirking at them, brave bae.The announcer’s mic screeched once. The crowd quieted instantly, like someone pressed pause.“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice boomed, it sounded dramatic and way too excited for a school game but perfect for the chaos around us, “Welcome to the match of the season!”The crowd roared back, stomping their feet so hard the ground vibrated beneath mine. Isla nudged me with her elbow again, grinning like she lived for this.The announcer continued, “The home team—the Clearwater College!”The stadium exploded. People jumped to their feet. Pom-poms around me whipped upward like fireworks exploding in sync.“And their rivals, the I
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Chapter Fifty ~Two weeks later~The days passed faster than I expected, maybe it's because every morning I woke up with that stupid flutter in my stomach, the one I kept pretending was indigestion instead of… him. But today wasn’t about him. Today was competition day. Our school versus Iron Heights Academy,the school everyone whispered about like they were volleyball royalty. Tall guys, strong guys. Guys who probably ate protein shakes for breakfast and lifted cars for fun.Meanwhile, I was just trying not to sweat through my jersey before the game even started.The school grounds were already buzzing the moment I stepped out of the hallway. Parents, students, banners, whistles, that annoying announcer who loved hearing his own voice and it all blended into one loud, chaotic mess as everyone made their way toward the stadium.I hugged my bag to my chest and wove myself into the crowd, trying to squeeze through tiny gaps without elbowing anyone. If I got injured before the match even started, Maris
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Chapter: Chapter Forty Nine Evander’s POV They thought I told them to do it again because they weren’t perfect. Pathetic. Their performance was fine. Their posture, rhythm, and structure were acceptable. But I didn’t want perfection. I wanted another excuse to watch her. And I never needed much of an excuse. The boys on the field were boring. They were a bunch of weaklings trying to impress me every time they ran drills, like I hadn’t already assessed their limits the minute I walked into their pathetic excuse of a training ground. Even the wolves among them were unimpressive. Their instincts were dull; their senses were lazy. I’d seen omegas with sharper awareness. Evelyn didn’t know I’d recognized her scent the very first day. She had no idea how deeply I’d already memorized her heartbeat. Or that I could hear the stutter in its rhythms every single time our eyes met. She had no idea I was the Lycan who hurt her pathetic Fiancé. I had maintained a cold profile for weeks. I maintained silence, using min
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Chapter: Chapter Forty Eight EVELYN’S POVDays slipped by like pages in a book I didn’t realize I was reading,especially when he was around.I couldn’t explain it… but I felt like the human world had two suns, one in the sky… and one that walked around wearing a button-up shirt and pair of glasses like sin disguised as professionalism.He didn’t change much,but something around me did. Sometimes, when he passed by, his gaze would… linger? Like he’d taken note of my existence. And the craziest thing?I could not stop staring at him.I tried,really, I did! But my eyes had desires of their own. My brain would shout LOOK AWAY but my eyes would whisper, just one more second…The worst part? He always caught me.EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.Like he was built with a “Evelyn-is-staring” alert system. He’d turn,slowly… and catch me RIGHT before I turned away. I tried acting natural, but Sylvara said my “acting normal” face looked like someone solving math.One time in the hallway,he was standing by the staircase, talking to ano
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Chapter Forty Seven EVELYN’S POVI didn’t know what love at first sight felt like, but I was absolutely sure that whatever Evander Cole was… it should be illegal. The moment he stepped onto the field, everyone forgot what they were doing. Our official sports psychologist… was a walking distraction. A deadly one.Students stared. Girls clutched their hearts like they needed CPR. Boys tried to imitate the way he walked, which was painful to watch. Even some of the married lecturers perched by the bleachers like hawks silently asking themselves if their vows were strong enough to resist that jawline.I swear one of them fanned herself with exam papers.He wasn’t like Josh,Josh was charming and friendly. Evander… was magnetic. He didn’t try to get attention. He commanded it.And don’t get me started on the way he trained the volleyball boys for their upcoming match. Criminal. Absolutely criminal. A group of us were supposed to be stretching for cheer practice, but how could anyone focus when he was running
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: Chapter Forty Six Elder Grayfang’s breath hitched. For a moment, he reminded me of a wolf that had forgotten how to snarl—eyes darting, throat working, waiting for someone to tell him it was all just a nightmare. I tilted my head, studying him. Pathetic. The goddess noticed his trembling and instantly snapped her glare back to me.“Lord Dylen,” she seethed, her tone layered with divine authority, “you will not threaten my Elder in my presence.”I chuckled. Not a nervous laugh… a sincere one. As if she had just delivered the most comedic line in Lunar history.I turned, walking away from her, utterly calm. “Your presence,” I said lightly, “irritates me enough already. Don’t make it worse by telling me what I may or may not do.” I waved a lazy hand through the air. “You pollute the space without speaking. Speaking only makes it unbearable.”Her magic pulsed, the soldiers straightened, ready to act—but I never felt danger. Just annoyance. The goddess took two bold steps toward me, her gown fluttering like
Last Updated: 2025-11-21
His Queen,Their War
Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.”
She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale.
She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her.
As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown.
Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Seven I didn’t even hear Guila’s first words. My head was ringing too loudly, stuffed with panic and humiliation. Pearls still clung to my palms like tiny reminders of my failure. I tried to breathe, tried to blink the tears away, I tried to think,but my chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.“Alessia, hey,hey,look at me,” Guila said, reaching for my shoulders.I jerked away. “Don’t,just don’t talk to me right now.”“But we can fix…”“No, we can’t.” My voice broke, and I hated how fragile it sounded. “We searched everywhere today! Everywhere, Guila! There is no other fabric. That was my last hope. The competition is in two days. What exactly do you want me to fix, huh?”Her eyes softened. “We can buy another…”“Another what?” I snapped. “Another fabric? Another design? Another month of stress? Because I’m not seeing it!”She blinked at me, startled, but I was shaking from both anger and that ugly, hopeless heaviness kneeling on my chest.She reached out again. “Alessia, I get it. Y
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Six~A Day Later~The shopkeeper’s words hit me like a slap.“I’m sorry, signorina. That fabric is out of stock.”For a second, everything around me blurred. The shelves, the rolls of fabric, the people moving behind me—everything went watery, like I was underwater and slowly sinking. My heart dropped to my stomach.Out of stock? Now? Two days before the competition?Guila’s hand instantly wrapped around my arm. “Alessia… hey, breathe. We’ll keep looking.”My chest felt too tight to breathe properly, but I nodded anyway. I didn’t trust my voice not to crack.We stepped out of the shop, the sunlight bright and cruel. I had a particular fabric in mind,if not that fabric,then I'm not going for anyone because if I used another fabric,it won't be like what I pictured in my head.Guila squeezed my shoulder. “Come on. Sicily has a thousand shops. We’ll find it.”So we went.Shop after shop. Street after street.Fabric stores, tiny boutiques, high-end supply places, even shady little stalls tucke
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Five The quiet in my room was finally beginning to feel like comfort. I had spread the sketch papers on my bed, pencils lined up beside them, and was trying—really trying—to force an idea out of my tired brain. Nothing was coming. Not a silhouette, not a spark, not even an ugly scribble I could pretend was “artistic exploration.”I exhaled loudly and let myself fall back on the bed. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket. Good. I needed it. I deserved at least five minutes without stress, without thinking of school, competitions, Francesca, or—The door opened.Of course.Salvatore walked in like he owned the house. Well, technically he did, but still. The audacity. The absolute audacity.I groaned and didn’t even bother hiding it.“What are you doing in here?”He didn’t answer right away. He rarely did. Instead, he stepped further into the room. Then he held out the telephone receiver toward me.I blinked.“What?”He didn’t say a word. Just kept holding it out.“Who is it?” I asked.
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty FourBy the time the car dropped me off at the house, I felt like my bones were made of melted wax. The excitement from school had drained out of me, replaced with the kind of exhaustion that lived deep in the chest, not the body.I dragged myself upstairs, tossed my bag on the bed, and collapsed face-first beside it. I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes. My brain felt like cotton, stuffed with deadlines, designs, thunder from last night, Francesca’s venomous words, Salvatore’s stare—Ugh. I needed a break.I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. Just then, I remember someone special that I haven't spoken to for a while.I reached for my phone and dialed Matteo.He picked up on the third ring.“Alessia?” His voice was warm and familiar, and suddenly I missed home more than I expected.“Hey,” I breathed, closing my eyes. “Just checking on you. I'm so sorry I didn't call when I got here. I got choked up with things. Hope Lorenzo isn't torturing you.”“It’s okay Principessa,I underst
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty ThreeALESSIA'S POV For the past few days, I’d been doing everything humanly possible to ignore Salvatore. And God, it was exhausting.Every time I heard his footsteps somewhere in the house, every time his presence brushed against mine like static, every time I felt those eyes on me,my stupid heart twitched. And I hated that. I hated that he still had that kind of effect on me. I hated that he could hurt me without even touching me.To think he even called Francesca over.The thought alone made my chest tighten. It shouldn't have. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t feel anything. And I absolutely, definitely, completely wasn’t allowed to feel jealous.So I didn’t. I smiled instead, I forced myself to smile. I acted unbothered. Hallelujah, I didn't fall deeply again. I refused to. Hold on a second,I was falling before? Damn you Alessia! But every time I remembered Francesca’s hand fixing my hair… her whisper… those ugly words;“Let go of him before you hurt yourself.”I felt something inside m
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty TwoI couldn’t sleep. Her words wouldn’t let me. “Don’t be a cheat.”That one sentence slammed into my chest over and over like a hammer striking bone. I kept replaying her face. Those red, wounded eyes,as if someone had carved them into my memory with a hot blade. That wasn’t anger. That was betrayal. That was pain. What did Francesca tell her? What the hell did she do?No one knew I was engaged to Francesca except Francesca and maybe Lorenzo,but that bastard's too busy thinking of how to be smarter than me.I sat on the edge of my bed, knuckles pressed to my forehead, elbows digging into my thighs, breathing like I survived an accident. My body was exhausted but my mind—my mind was wide awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her pushing my hand away. That look on her face… God. I’d rather get shot than look at that again.The next few days were worse. She didn’t yell. She didn’t fight. She didn’t even look at me. She moved around me like I was wallpaper,just air in the room. She car
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
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