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DYLAN'S POVWe ran. As fast as our legs could carry us, driven by the piercing, heart-shattering scream echoing down the hallway. My heart pounded, skipping beats with each sound of her agony. My Wolf thrashed within me—wild, desperate, terrified for our mate. As we reached the door, Craig, Bryson, a few others—and Gigi—were already there. Bryson stood frozen, eyes wide. The second my gaze fell on her, goosebumps flooded my skin. She was on the ground. Curled up like a child cowering from thunder. Her screams tore at my soul.“Don’t come close! Please—don’t hurt me!” she cried again and again, her voice ragged and raw.The fear in her eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen—dense, broken, haunted. Without thinking, my feet moved. I rushed to her, aching to touch her, to calm her, to bring her back—but she flinched and snarled at me.“Leave me alone! I’m begging you—please stop! It hurts! Don’t come close!”My world shattered.My mate didn’t recognize me.“Baby, it’s me… it’s Dylan.
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Kara's POVIn the heart of a breathtaking garden, I stood—alone. Vibrant blooms of every shape and color surrounded me, swaying gently beneath a sky painted in shades of cerulean. The air was fragrant with life. My gaze drifted until it caught on a cluster of roses, their petals blushing red, stretching proudly across the garden floor like a sea of velvet. But as I stepped closer, unease bloomed in my chest. *Where am I?*Then, a voice—familiar and strange all at once—cut through the quiet. I turned, and there he was.Dylan.He stood just a few steps away, arms outstretched, his expression soft, inviting. And without even thinking, I ran to him. My body collided with his, and warmth enveloped me in a way that felt real—painfully, desperately real.But it didn’t last.A sudden rift tore through the earth between us, yanking us apart. The winds shrieked with violence, ripping the petals from their stems. The sky, once a perfect blue, darkened into something wicked and heavy. Dylan f
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Kara sobbed uncontrollably in the arms of her mate, her body trembling as the weight of truth tore old wounds wide open. The room had gone still, heavy with silence. Every person seated was frozen in shock, the gravity of Bryson’s words sinking like stones in their chests.“I remember just like yesterday the day she died,” Kara choked through her sobs, her voice fragile. “I was at school when the accident happened. Both my parents died… their bodies couldn’t be found because of the fire.”Rodrigo leaned forward, disbelief etched across his face. “If what you say is true, then why didn’t Marjorie’s family search for Kara all these years? And how did ASA end up in the hands of that lunatic Dave?”Bryson exhaled slowly, the tension pressing into his shoulders. “After Marjorie lost her father, she got news that her mother wanted to see her. But her husband, Freddy, refused to let her go back. So, her longtime friend and cousin met with her in secret. They talked… and she decided to sign
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The old lady began her story as the entire group listened carefully.“Marjorie was only eighteen when she met Freddy back in college. She was the brightest person I have ever known—so full of life, with a beautiful soul. Though her father was filthy rich, she never let that get to her head and treated everyone with respect. When Freddy came into the picture, she decided to hide their relationship from her family and also the public. Well, except me—I was the only one who knew of their relationship.”“In no time, she became overwhelmed with the love he showered on her, and had given not just her heart but also her body to Freddy. They were both lucky to conceal the relationship until after college without being caught… until Freddy proposed to Marjorie.”“What happened next?” Kara asked.“Marjorie finally introduced him to her parents. However, her father—who had known of their relationship all along—was against their marriage that instant, causing his daughter pain. The old man tried
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Kara's povThe sweet sensation crammed through my body, scattering goosebumps across my skin and dragging me out of slumber. Warm hands roamed my skin, exploring like they’d missed me, and then—a kiss. Soft lips pressed against mine, coaxing my eyes to flutter open. And there he was. The most handsome man I'd ever laid eyes on. Those cute, sleepy puppy eyes blinked at me, and I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips. “Good morning, baby…” his voice was seductive, rough like gravel soaked in honey. He captured my lips again in a sizzling kiss, sucking gently, tenderly, with so much care it made me moan softly into his mouth. My body responded with need, alive under his touch. “Good morning to you too, boss,” I whispered, breathless when we broke apart. Dylan growled low at the word, making me laugh. “I hate it when you call me that,” he grumbled, voice thick with mock annoyance. “I think I’ll have to punish you whenever you do.” “I think I’d love to taste your p
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Kara’s POVThe next day, I decided to wake up early and make breakfast myself. Of course, he had people for everything—but I’d given them the day off. I wanted to do this for him. I made most of his favorite meals. Cooking wasn’t something I did often, and definitely not for just anyone. It was something sacred to me. A gesture, a soft confession. If I cooked for you, it meant I held you dear. It was my way of showing care when words didn’t quite cut it.Dylan’s kitchen was massive—luxurious and modern, yet oddly untouched. His fridge was stocked with everything: cans, raw meats, fruits, ingredients I hadn’t seen in ages. Everything I needed was there, and before long, I had breakfast ready. Warm. Personal. Made with love.I was still setting the table when I heard the sharp sound of heels clicking against the tile. Footsteps. My heart skipped. With my back to the door, I imagined it was him, my mate—maybe about to sneak up behind me and wrap those strong arms around my wais
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Seconds seemed like hours as I awaited my mate's explanation of what was going on. Eventually, he spoke up, and the audacity he had—to smirk at me— “I called Harriet over so she could get your make-over done. She is the best in her field and also a friend I trust,” he made clear, yet I am still muddled.“Why would I need a make-over in the first place?” I ask the first question that comes to my mind. “Because we are going to the New Age Pack house for dinner,” he mutters, staring at me. And in that moment—I am stumped. He drops the bomb right on me. “You can not be serious…..” I manage to retort, as tension gradually begins to rise in the room, regardless of the hard expression on his face. “You know damn well I'm not good with jokes.” “But Dylan… I… I don't think I'm ready to meet them yet. I need more time,” my voice trembles, fragile with dread. “It is time, Kara. I do not wish to proceed with this concealment. I need my Luna by my side.” “What about how I feel, uh?
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Finally, the car slowed to a stop, the low hum of the engine fading into silence. We had arrived.Despite Dylan’s comforting presence beside me, my stomach coiled with nerves. The last time I stepped foot on this estate, it was for an engagement party—an event that had ended in humiliation and whispers. I guessed the wedding was officially off now.Dylan’s hand found mine, his grip firm and grounding. He didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to. We stepped out into the chilled evening, and the sight of the mansion came into view. A sprawling estate of stone and glass, its windows glowed with warm light, casting soft shadows across the manicured hedges and marble columns. The scent of roses and pine drifted through the crisp air, mixing with the faint aroma of wood smoke from the distant chimneys.Before we reached the grand oak doors, they opened for us. A young woman in a crisp black-and-white maid uniform stood there, her eyes lowered in respect.“Welcome, Alpha. Welcome, Luna.”Luna?
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Kara’s POVFor a fleeting moment, I imagined it was all a dream. A sweet, sinful fantasy spun from my deepest desires. But then his fingers drew lazy circles across my skin, waking every nerve ending alive with want. His breath fanned over my shoulder, hot and possessive. And the ache between my thighs—the sweet, sore throb—was proof of what we now shared.“Good morning, baby,” his voice rumbled low, like warm velvet in the quiet room.My lips curled into a soft smile as I turned to face him, heart fluttering. His eyes were gentle this morning, glowing with something softer than lust.“How do you feel?”“I feel... different.” I snuggled closer into his warmth, breathing him in.He pressed a kiss to my hair, tugging me into his chest like he never wanted to let go. I didn't mind. I wanted to drown in him.“Last night,” he whispered, “was the best I’ve had in years.” His chuckle was deep, raw, unfiltered.My heart skipped, knowing he meant it. His gaze fell to my neck where his mark la
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Dylan's POVThe night air was cool, but she burned against me.Kara sobbed in my arms, her face buried in my chest, and I held her like she was all that tethered me to the earth. Her tears soaked through my shirt, but I didn’t care—I’d let her cry for hours if that’s what she needed. She was safe now. And I’d make damn sure she stayed that way.Minutes passed. The silence was broken only by the steady hum of the city outside the window and the soft, broken breaths she released against my skin. Eventually, she pulled back just enough to look up at me, her lashes wet, her eyes glistening like the sea after a storm.God, those blue eyes could ruin me.We sank down onto the mattress together. She curled into my side, her body small and fragile in the massive bed. I pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, the gesture more sacred than I expected it to be. My fingers ran gently through her hair as she found her breath.“How did you know?” she asked quietly, her voice hoarse.I explained it
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Author’s POVThe moment Tiffany’s smug smirk faltered under the weight of Old Man Gasper’s fury, the entire hall seemed to hold its breath.“Guards, seize her and throw her into the old cells!” Gasper thundered, his voice reverberating off the high stone walls of the banquet hall. His hand shot out, fingers curled like claws as he pointed directly at Tiffany, eyes ablaze with barely restrained rage.Two guards moved immediately, their boots echoing across the marble floor as they seized her by the arms.“You can’t do this!” Tiffany shrieked, struggling against their grip, her once-perfect curls now wild around her flushed face. “I was doing the right thing! I showed them the truth about that bitch you’re parading around as Luna!”Her voice cut through the murmurs rising like smoke from the stunned crowd. But the fury in her words only fanned the flames of judgment, disgust, and whispered accusations now flooding the space.“Theon!” she cried out, thrashing. “Tell him! This is wrong!”
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“We have gathered here today to witness history,” Old Man Gasper began, his deep voice ringing through the grand ceremonial hall like a war drum. “The Moon Goddess has proven once again why she is the deity of the wolves.”Silence fell like a veil over the vast, candlelit chamber. Not even a whisper dared interrupt the weight of the moment. The flickering flames cast golden shadows on the stone walls, and above us, the crescent window bathed the room in ethereal silver light.“Tonight,” Gasper continued, “we recognize the chosen one for my son, Dylan. Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and welcome my son and daughter to the stage.”A wave of thunderous applause surged through the room as Dylan reached for my hand. His touch was warm—firm—but it did little to calm the chaos twisting in my stomach. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird.We walked together up the velvet-draped steps, a thousand eyes glued to our every move. I lifted my chin, pretending calm, but my gaze wa
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Two days had passed since that night on Dylan’s balcony—the night when my body had said yes while my soul screamed not yet. He hadn’t pressured me since, hadn’t even brought it up, but the silence between us buzzed with things unsaid. And I knew—I knew—I couldn’t run from the truth forever. I needed to tell him soon. Before it unraveled everything.“Kara, you need to tell him,” Kelly said, holding up a sleek satin gown against my frame. “Before it’s too late.”We were dress-shopping for the ceremony, but her eyes weren’t on the rack—they were locked on me, sharp with concern.“I know,” I murmured, fingers brushing over a velvet hemline. “I just... I’m scared. What if he looks at me differently? What if he doesn’t *want* me after he knows?”Kelly raised a perfectly arched brow. “Kara, denying a man who’s obviously head-over-heels obsessed with you? Dangerous move. Dylan’s patient—but not forever patient. Tell him now or risk losing him.”Her words struck deep. She was right. Every day
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The scent hit me first. Cedarwood—warm and sharp—cutting through the artificial gloss of cologne and perfume that filled the hall. But it wasn’t just that. Beneath it, a thread of something raw and wild curled into my lungs. And then I saw him.He walked through the double doors like the room belonged to him, dressed in black-on-black—his collared shirt rolled up to his forearms, revealing the ink etched into his skin like it had been branded by fire and fury. Every step was precise, deliberate, as though he was stalking prey.Me.Conversations stalled. Heads turned. A ripple of tension spread across the room like a slow-moving storm. But I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My heart stammered against my ribs, caught between fear and the kind of desire that set bones on fire.In one breathless moment, he was in front of me.Dylan didn’t speak. Didn’t ask.He yanked me from my chair like I was his to claim—and kissed me.Right there. In front of the entire table. In front of the world.His mouth
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Dylan guided me out into the garden, our footsteps crunching lightly over a stone path lined with dew-soaked grass. The early sun bathed the garden in a soft, golden hue, but the energy around him was anything but calm. His grip on my hand was firm, his aura simmering with restrained anger. I felt it pulsing off him, thick in the air.We stopped before an old, ivy-covered wooden door nestled between two arching hedges. Without a word, he pushed it open, gently tugging me inside. The scent of earth and jasmine wrapped around us like a welcome home.The moment I stepped in, my breath caught.“Dylan…” My voice was a hushed gasp. “This is… this is stunning.”A glass greenhouse stretched before me, bathed in natural light. Hanging planters overflowed with delicate vines, orchids danced along the corners, and rose bushes bloomed in neat rows along the stone path that wound through the center. Soft music, like wind chimes and rustling leaves, seemed to echo off the walls. “It belonged to m
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Finally, the car slowed to a stop, the low hum of the engine fading into silence. We had arrived.Despite Dylan’s comforting presence beside me, my stomach coiled with nerves. The last time I stepped foot on this estate, it was for an engagement party—an event that had ended in humiliation and whispers. I guessed the wedding was officially off now.Dylan’s hand found mine, his grip firm and grounding. He didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to. We stepped out into the chilled evening, and the sight of the mansion came into view. A sprawling estate of stone and glass, its windows glowed with warm light, casting soft shadows across the manicured hedges and marble columns. The scent of roses and pine drifted through the crisp air, mixing with the faint aroma of wood smoke from the distant chimneys.Before we reached the grand oak doors, they opened for us. A young woman in a crisp black-and-white maid uniform stood there, her eyes lowered in respect.“Welcome, Alpha. Welcome, Luna.”Luna?
