'You're mine, Katrina. Whether you accept it or not, you were made for me.' He growled, stalking towards me like an animal will stalk its prey. 'I'm no one's. Not even yours.' I tried to say, but it came out weak and feeble. I hated how fragile I felt, I hated how my body betrayed me, needing to be near this man. A devious smile appeared on his lips, a glint in his eyes. 'That's not what the scent of your arousal is saying, love.' __________________ When Katrina comes home to find her husband and mate cheating on her with her best friend, Emery, she is shocked and heartbroken. As if that weren't enough, he rejects her on the spot when he finds out she's not pregnant with his child. Full of rage and hurt, Katrina leaves the pack house and seeks solace in a one-night stand with a stranger she meets at a pub. But the next day, she vanishes without a trace. The problem is, the man she spent the night with has no intention of letting her go that easily. And he will stop at nothing to find her... and claim her as his.
View MoreThe next morning, after tossing and turning all night on the bed, trying to figure my way out of the hell hole, I woke up exhausted and in a fouler mood. The dark circles under my eyes seemed to throb in sync with my pounding headache. I decided to stay in all day, hoping to escape the chaos that had become my life. But a knock on the door prevented that from happening. At first, it was a gentle tap, but when I ignored it, the knocking grew louder and more insistent. I threw the covers over my head, hoping that whoever was knocking would quit it and leave, but that never happened. If anything, it grew more persistent, like a drumbeat in my brain.Frustrated, I sat up, my movements jerky, and climbed out of the bed. My feet stomped towards the door, my bare feet making soft slapping sounds on the cold floor. I flung the door open, ready to snap at whoever was behind it, but Arthur's jovial voice broke through my anger."Great morning to you, Katrina! How was your night?" His cheerful t
"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" I asked, my voice calm yet laced with anger due to the invasion of privacy. I sat up straight, my eyes fixed on the woman, my hands clenched into fists.The woman scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she glared back at me. "I should be asking you that question instead," She retorted, her voice just as haughty as her expression. "Who are you and what are you doing in our territory?" She asked, her voice laced with venom, her words dripping with malice.I pressed my lips together, regarding her for a moment, my anger simmering beneath the surface. The woman before me was a very beautiful woman, no doubt, yet she had an uncanny air around her. The deep plunge red gown she had on revealed intricate markings, reminding me of the ones I saw on Adonis' skin that night. Her long jet black hair had red highlights, her cat eyes glaring at me disapprovingly."I don't know," I responded, matching her glare with one of my own, squaring my shoulders and st
I woke up the next day, my mind groggy and my head blank, as if a thick fog had settled over my thoughts. Looking around, I wondered why I wasn't waking up to the warm sun shining brightly in my face, or the soothing scent of lavender wafting through my nose, calming my senses. But then, like a slap in the face, reality hit me - I had been kidnapped, and I was currently trapped in a secret room, confined to a small, enclosed space.Seating up, I rubbed my neck, trying to massage away the stiffness. A low groan escaped my lips as I stretched my sore body. The hard bed had been unforgiving, and I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep on it. Either I was that exhausted, or it was the lingering effects of the sedatives I had inhaled earlier, still coursing through my veins.As I looked up, my gaze met the cold, unblinking stare of the camera, its lens trained directly on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I began to wonder if I was going to start this morning by going on a tirade, dema
The second I walked out of the room, the smile on my face dropped, revealing a deep scowl. My footfalls heavy, I walked out of the underground section where I placed Katrina in, into the main section of the mansion. The opulent decorations and lavish furnishings seemed to mock me, a stark contrast to the darkness brewing inside me.There, I found Arthur already waiting for me, an half smile on his face. He was always eager to know the details of my dealings, especially when it came to women. "So... How did your conversation go?" He asked as he fell into step with me, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.The bad feeling in my body intensified, but I knew Arthur wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't give him a satisfactory answer to his question. I poured myself a glass of whiskey from the mini bar in the parlor, the amber liquid glowing in the dim light. "Well, she's denying me," I said, my voice low and even, as I handed Arthur a glass.When I glanced at Arthur, his eyes were widened in su
I stared at Nicholas, my eyes wide with shock, still reeling from his words. He has to be joking, right? Why else would he say something like that? What does he even mean? I thought back to our brief encounter, trying to make sense of his statement. It was just a chance meeting, a spark of attraction, but nothing more. I just left a ten-year marriage that led to absolutely nothing, and now he wants me to be with him? This is definitely a joke. There's no way he's serious about this.I slowly shook my head, finding the idea completely preposterous. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that," I said, my voice clipped, trying to convey my incredulity. "Our connection that day wasn't that deep for me to want to become your woman." I emphasized the last part, trying to make him understand that I wasn't interested in him or any kind of relationship. I was done with that.Nicholas's expression didn't change, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Disappointment? Anger? I couldn't quite tell. "
When my consciousness returned to me, the musty smell of the enclosed space where I was hit me like a punch to the gut. The air was dry and dusty, making my eyelids feel scratchy and my throat parched. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. I blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the haze, but everything remained blurry.I coughed, trying to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to pause. I took a deep breath, waiting for the room to stop spinning. As my senses slowly returned, I looked around, trying to take in my surroundings. The room was small, with only a tiny window high up on one wall, allowing a sliver of light to enter. A flickering light bulb cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it difficult to see.Panic began to set in as I scrambled to remember how I ended up here. My memories were hazy, but as I sat up straighter, they began to flood back. I was walking home from work when...when someone grabbed me. I
Katrina. I couldn't believe my eyes. What was Emery doing in my restaurant, and how did she even find me? My heart began to race as memories of our not so distant flooded my mind. I collected myself just in time, plastering a smile on my face so she wouldn't know just how much her presence bothered me. "Hello, welcome to Moonbeam's. Is there anything you'd like?" I said, hoping she was just here for the food and would leave immediately.A coy smile appeared on her lips as she took a step towards me, her eyes scanning the restaurant with an air of superiority. Her gaze ran around the cozy dining area, taking in the rustic decor and the bustling kitchen before settling back on me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "So, this is where you are now. What a downgrade." She muttered, her voice dripping with condescension.The smile on my face immediately disappeared as I grew angry. She definitely wasn't here for the food. Letting my anger seep to the surface, I returned her glare with one of my
(Six months later)I stood behind the counter of my small restaurant, aptly named "Moonbeam's", giving a warm smile to the customers who walked into the cozy building. The bell above the door jingled merrily, announcing the arrival of another friendly face. Both regulars and newcomers alike were greeted with equal enthusiasm, their loud greetings reverberating in the small space. I'd chuckle and chat for a while before responding with equal warmth, happy to see their faces light up as they entered my little haven.The air was filled with the enticing scent of freshly brewed coffee, oven-fresh bagels, and cookies, wafting from the kitchen where my talented baker, Emma, worked her magic. Located in a small town that barely saw outsiders, Moonbeam's had become a staple, a place where locals gathered to share stories and laughter.After being kicked out of the Moonstone pack and rejected as their Luna, this was what my life had turned out to become. And honestly, I was loving every second
I woke up to the sun shining brightly against my face, its warm rays piercing through the window like a thousand tiny knives. Blinking slowly, I shielded my eyes against the blaring light, pulling myself to a seating position. My head spun, and my mind felt foggy, like a dense mist had settled over my thoughts. That's when I realized, I had overslept. That has never happened to me before. Like, since forever. I barely got up to three hours of sleep every night before I grew terribly uncomfortable, my blood lust growing to unbearable degrees.And to fall asleep after spending a night with a random woman was even mind-boggling. Usually, I send them away immediately after, so I don't end up doing something drastic, like murdering while my bloodlust raged. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I pushed it away, focusing on the present.I looked to the side and found the bed empty, and a frown appeared on my lips. Where did she go? Thinking she had slipped into the bathroom to have
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