Eden Monroe. I glanced around, taking in the furious expressions etched on the faces of the people gathered in the forest, with Dorian standing out as the embodiment of imminent chaos. His intense gaze scanned my body, searching for any signs of injury or harm inflicted upon me."Don't worry, Dorian. I'm alright. They didn't lay a finger on me," I reassured him, my voice steady despite the tumultuous atmosphere."How can I be sure they won't hurt you?" Dorian erupted with anger, his voice booming through the forest, carrying his concerns on the wind.My heart skipped a beat as I felt the waves of his emotions crashing against me. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, wanting to calm the tempest brewing within him. "Dorian, I understand your fear, but you have to trust me. They won't harm me."His eyes blazed with a fiery mix of concern and rage, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look at them, Eden! They're like a pack of fools, hungry for blood!""Hey! Who are you calling fool
Dorian Grimaldi.A restless week had crawled by, weighed down by the anguish and fear that clutched my heart. The memory of Eden's abduction by the hunters haunted my every waking moment, fueling my relentless determination to bring her back unharmed. The pain of her absence gnawed at me, making each passing second feel like an eternity. But now, against all odds, we had reached an agreement—a fragile truce born from Eden's courageous negotiations.As the Alpha King, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon my shoulders. The safety of our pack rested on the delicate threads of this newfound alliance. The hunters, once our sworn enemies, were now our reluctant allies, bound by a shared understanding of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.Within the pack, whispers echoed through the corridors of our territory, carrying the news of the agreement that Eden had orchestrated. Some greeted the news with hope, their weary hearts yearning for peace and a chance to rebuild what had
DORIAN GRIMALDI From the second I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was mine. The crimson red dress clung generously around her delicious curves, complimenting the fiery red of her hair cascading in loose curls down her back. That breathtaking smile lighting up her gorgeous face was really what had my pensive eyes glued to her form all night long. Beyond words of comprehension, she looked heavenly - like an angel crafted specifically to lure a bastard like me. Not only did I need to know who she was, I needed to make her mine.My wolf stirred in excitement.Lifting my glass of wine up, I nursed the drink lazily from my spot leaned over the railings of the indoor balcony. It gave me a perfect view of the lavish banquet going on below. The buzz of humans down there danced, cheered and drank merrily in their expensive suits and dresses, all perfectly oblivious to the truth of this dinner being hosted by my family - the Grimaldis. To them, the Grimaldis were the wealthiest and by far,
CHAPTER TWO: HANDSOME DEVILEDEN MONROEAnd the worst sister of the year award goes to Bree Monroe for repeatedly ditching me at every event we go for together. My eyes glared lightly at her as she let the handsome stranger whisk her away into the evening and all she did was send me a wink in response. Well, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that Bree always got picked by attractive guys, she was a real eye catcher. Those striking blue eyes and platinum blonde hair could win just any man over. With her life of the party personality, she had a 24 hour spotlight naturally turned to her. Bree Monroe was just one of those girls difficult to miss, even in a crowd.Sighing, my eyes easily lit up at the sight of the assorted mouthwatering delicacies I’d picked out from the buffet and placed on my dinner table. Even though I absolutely had no idea what this banquet ball was supposed to be centred on, I’ll give the hosts this, they sure knew how to combine a fire choice of meals.Father didn’t
DORIAN GRIMALDI. Series of murmurs accompanied me as I walked up the stairs to my chambers. My thoughts were haywire as my mind registered what had happened some minutes back. Eden Monroe was definitely hiding something. I closed my room door immediately and stepped foot inside. My chamber was beautiful, with bare stone walls, coffered ceiling, polished oak floor and a colossal fireplace which was decorated in a true archaic style with a canopied king sized bed, hand carved period furniture and authentic tapestries on the walls. I walked towards my nightstand and picked up a bottle of tequila. I downed it all at once, savoring the dainty taste. A certain lady couldn't leave my mind. Eden; she was beautiful, and the moment she placed her long slender fingers on my hardened chest, I felt threatened by her presence— my instincts were triggered and I had to do what I did. Which was to leave. I dropped the bottle of tequila on the nightstand, slamming my knuckles into the walls as a
EDEN MONROE. I was perplexed as I remained unmoving on the dance floor. I couldn't find words to say regarding Dorian's sudden change in actions. I was overwhelmed with everything that had happened. I still couldn't believe he walked out on me, just like that, and without any reason. I felt so belittled for getting a little too comfortable with him, yet still left me, like I was one of his tramps. It hurts. I left the dance floor and decided to follow my instructive instincts. The bathroom was the perfect place to hide my head and bawl my eyes out. I went to the bathroom but it was occupied with ladies who cocked their heads at me when I entered. I found it really weird, but left nonetheless. I decided to look for Bree so we could leave, if only she wanted to. Then I saw him coming out from a narrow path with another lady. Even though he and I just met, I felt betrayed because he had left me alone on the dance floor with a scornful look on his face, like I had irritated him when
EDEN MONROE. “It's so dark in here, why are we here?” I asked myself before looking at Dorian who stood protectively beside me. It was almost pitch black in what seemed to be a cave to me.I heard him chuckle slowly before keeping quiet, everywhere was eerily silent. There were voices at the far end of the cave, a faint orange glow accompanying it. It sounded like a ritual, a worship?"Meeting, maybe." I said to myself, and I looked to my side hoping to see Dorian beside me but he was no longer there.I searched everywhere in the darkness for him but it was to no avail. Walking as silently as possible, I made my way towards the light, listening closely to the voices for any information I could get when all of a sudden, they stopped, the voices were no longer heard. A low hum began, echoing off the walls and roof of the cave, followed by footsteps, a pair at first, then two, then more and more until a host of footsteps was heading in her direction.“Run!” I was already moving before
DORIAN GRIMALDI. The afternoon was sunny and windy as I dipped my hands into the pocket of my Jean. I stood at the front of my window, listening to the dulcet harmony which played into my ears through the loudspeakers in my room as I thought about recent events. I, Dorian Grimaldi—the future Alpha King was a stalker. To be honest, it was something I had never done in my life, since I was used to girls flocking around me like birds; However, since I met Eden, I had done unquestionable things and it felt so surreal. Two knocks reverberated on the door of my room, cutting in on my thoughts and privacy. There was a guard at the door who helped filter the numbers of people who could enter my room, so a knock on my door meant it was the guard who needed my attention. I turned around, raised my voice, telling him to enter. He did as I ordered, bowing out of respect to me. Then he proceeded to tell me my mother needed my audience."Did she tell you the reason why?" I asked him. He shook