LOGINPoleen's hands were rough. It was calloused and strong. The hands of a warrior who had fought and bled, but her touch was gentle.“Luna! You're the most gorgeous female I've ever seen! Trust me! Everyone here would agree! Oh! By the way, I love your eyes. Are those really natural?”“Poleen!” Zack pu
Lex had guided her to the center of the platform. She stood in front of the crowd, eyes not wavering.Beside the thrones sat the former queen and king, watching with quiet pride.“My people,” Lex's voice carried across the hall like thunder echoing. “Bare witness, as fate's design is fulfilled. The
Lex wasn't impressed by his unpleasant stare at her. He growled at him warningly. The growl vibrated along the floor and into the spines of every werewolf and Lycan, they took a step back. His growl was low and lethal which made Lazarous quickly lower his head in fear, but those awful, colorless eye
The grand door loomed before them. It was tall and imposing, carved from ancient oak that had weathered in centuries.Beyond the doors waited the pack and delegations from neighboring territories. Elders who had watched empires rise and fall, and warriors who had bled for their king. Majority of the
Three hours in before the ball.That was all the time left before everything would change. Lex had escorted her to the bedchamber with a lingering kiss on her forehead, then he retreated to his office to finish last-minute documents, leaving her alone with nothing but her train of thoughts.She had
He's really trying...Slowly, she stretched out her hand to cup his cheek, her thumb grazing on his skin. The man before her that would die for her without a beat.“Okay,” was her short answer.At the end of the day, it's all in the past—she let that thought win and believed it. No matter what kind
Endless screams echoed in my head. I didn’t notice that I was fidgeting and sweating. The nightmare intruded again. “No!” I jolted up, heaving with a knife in my hand. Glancing around the room, it was a bit dark but when I looked to my side, a silhouette of a man sat on the recliner close to my
It didn’t take long for a knock disturbed my short-lived peace. “Come in!” I groaned and sat up, leaning on the headboard. A white man in his twenties right about my age entered with a suitcase in hand. I know his face. He was that private doctor of Alexander’s in my memories. The perfect resembl
The future is always unpredictable and uncertain. They say we shape our future because of the choices we make. The choice I made today led me to where I could set a new fresh start. Albeit, I couldn’t grapple with the idea whether agreeing to be here was the best choice. “Xande?” Uttering his
“Aack!” Alexander wanted to flick away her touch. He was disgusted. “You’re—you’re nothing but a shadow. You’re dead!” Melo's face wrinkled, unimpressed by his choice of words. She added more pressure on his neck, letting him realize that she had the upper hand. Alexander, however, only gritted his







