After a night of passion and a broken heart, Sophia thought marrying Bright was the best way out: a marriage without love, commitments, or ties. But lies come at a price, and Sophia and Bright must pay it. When danger lurks and the past resurfaces, Sophia and Bright, will have to face their true feelings. Will danger bring them together, or will it destroy them first?
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This isn't my wedding, and yet, I have to look happier than the bride herself.
The members and family of the Moonlight pack were celebrating James wedding, the Alpha and my brother. He had found his mate. The scent of expensive wine floated in the air, tempting me to drown my sorrows. Everyone was chatting cheerfully. Some people clapped for my brother and his wife as they danced on the luxurious dance floor.
With a glass of champagne in hand I walked through the crowd, wearing a smile that seemed just right.
"Hey, Sophie!" my aunt called out from a distance. She wore a gorgeous dress, her face flushed with joy. "What a wonderful moment, right?! Look at them! They make such a great couple, and they're so young!"
I quickly approached her and clinked my glass against hers. The crisp sound rang pleasantly in the lively atmosphere. "Auntie, you look just the same as always." I tilted my head back and drank the champagne in one go.
The bubbles burst happily on my tongue, leaving a brief numbing sensation, washing away my troubles for a moment.
Just then, I saw the Gamma's daughter. She was wearing a pink tulle dress, walking toward me with an affected stride. Her walk was so forced. But still, at that moment, I greeted her warmly with a big smile. "Hey, girl! You look stunning today!"
"Oh, stop it," she replied, blushing, a flicker of pride in her eyes. I grabbed another glass of wine from a passing waiter’s tray and said with a smile, "Don't be so modest, beauty."
I drank that glass in one go as well. The alcohol coursed through my veins, and I felt my face warm up. I forced an even bigger smile and started engaging in small talk with every guest.
"Sophie, stop drinking."
James grabbed my hand just as I took another glass of wine. He stared at me, a glimmer of concern in his eyes.
I looked at him, brushing it off. Drinking wouldn’t harm me.
"Come on, James. It’s your big day. I'm just happy for you," I tried to pull my hand away.
He wanted to say something, but he didn’t. In the end, he let out a sigh and slowly released my hand. "Alright, but don’t overdo it. It’s like alcohol is your best company at night."
"Of course." I quickly turned my head and hurried to lose myself in the crowd. I couldn’t bear looking into his eyes, nor could I stay with anyone for too long, fearing they would see through my fake happiness.
I, the princess of the Moonlight pack, had been in love with Dante, the prince of the Black Forest pack —now Alpha— for eighteen long years. Everyone knew we had been inseparable since childhood, and everyone knew I was obsessed with him. But he married someone else.
It was just a broken heart. What was the big deal? The world didn’t stop. But why did it feel like mine did?
I heard my brother's loud laughter again. He and his wife held each other tightly on the dance floor, their happiness radiating so intensely it seemed to overflow. He looked so happy. I envied his happiness. He had found true love in his wife.
I thought I had found it in a man too. But what did I get? The shattered pieces of my heart were on the floor.
Dante.
Damn name. His memory haunted me. I felt like a fool.
I spent years believing Dante would one day marry me. I thought our story would end in love. But he married a submissive woman. A woman was completely opposite to me. He said my nature was too impulsive to be a proper Luna. He got married. He had responsibilities as an Alpha and made a decision. He replaced me. He destroyed me.
The guests around me raised their glasses to toast the happy couple. The tight knot in my chest squeezed, and I felt nauseous. People looked at me and smiled. I returned a fake smile.
"Well, well, what do we have here? The Alpha’s little sister. Why the long face? You look like you’re not having such a great time," he said sarcastically.
Bright was not on my list of people I wanted to run into tonight.
I turned to face him, holding my champagne glass.
He stood beside me, his blond hair gleaming under the lights, a few messy strands falling casually over his forehead. His black suit fit his tall, muscular frame perfectly. He wore a lazy smirk as if everything in the world was under his control and at his mercy.
And yet, he was everything I had always despised arrogant and a notorious womanizer.
I didn’t know why my brother chose him as Beta or why they became such close friends. But my brother always said that people didn’t really know Bright. But guys like him were easy to read. There was no need to know him better. My brother was right. I admit that Bright was capable of being part of the pack, but tonight, his presence annoyed me.
"What are you doing talking to me, Bright? Why aren’t you out there seducing some girl at the party? Has no one caught your eye tonight? You’ve got plenty to choose from."
He grinned, flashing his perfect white teeth.
"I did, but then I saw you standing here all alone. You’re ruining the pack’s mood with that face. Who died? Instead of a party, it looks like you’re at a funeral. I just couldn’t resist cheering you up."
Idiot.
"Your presence isn’t exactly uplifting, in case you were wondering."
I finished the rest of my champagne and ordered another glass. Bright watched me.
"That’s your sixth drink tonight. If you keep going, you’ll embarrass yourself for being drunk, Sophia."
"How did he know it’s my sixth drink? Has he been watching me?" But I didn’t want to waste time on him.
"I'm not going to get drunk. Leave me alone. And go to hell, Bright."
"Sweetheart, I’m already there," he smirked arrogantly.
I took a deep breath.
Bright left me alone.
With a frustrated sigh, I finished my drink and walked toward the hotel ballroom balcony. I was tired. Truly tired. I thought the fresh air would help. I grabbed another glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray and drank it eagerly.
Time passed. The laughter, music, and noise from the guests overwhelmed me. I wanted to leave the party. I lost count of how much I had drunk, but I didn’t regret it. The alcohol numbed my pain, and that was all that mattered.
I headed for the exit. My head was spinning.
Bright was right. If I stayed, I would make a fool of myself. I needed to lie down and sleep. The night was over for me. But I took a glass of wine with me as I left.
I stumbled at the hallway and managed to open the door before the dizziness got worse.
Wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto the bed. But when I did, I was in for a surprise.
A scream went out.
A woman shot up from the bed, with wine streaming down her delicate face. She looked so, scandalized.
"Are you crazy?! Look what you’ve done!"
"Shit," I muttered.
I had walked into the wrong room.
"You really know how to ruin my romantic evening, Sophia."
Bright stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a loose towel.
He took in the scene, and his eyes met mine.
Sophia I was waiting for Bright to come back. Hours had passed since he’d left with James to interrogate the hunter. When I finally heard the door to the room open, my body reacted before my mind did. I turned around instantly. Bright was standing there, framed in the doorway, and for a moment all I could do was look at him. His expression was hard, browed, eyes dark, breathing heavy. His jacket was stained, and his hands... his hands were red. “Bright…” my voice came out weaker than I expected. “What happened? James told me you were with the hunter.” He closed the door behind him and stood still, not answering right away. It only took me a second to notice he was holding something back, anger, tension, pain... I couldn’t tell. But it was as if the air between us had thickened. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough. “He talked.” A shiver ran down my spine. “What... what did he say?” Bright drew in a deep breath before answering. “He confirmed what we suspected.
Sophia The silence of the night was dense, almost unbearable. Outside, the wind lashed against the shelter's windows, making the glass tremble with a sound that blended with the uneven rhythm of my breathing. I had spent hours in the basement with James. Hours listening to the hunter resist, hours beating him, demanding answers. And, in the end, he gave them. Dante. It was him. Confirmed by the hunter himself. When I climbed the stairs, my hands were still warm, trembling with the rage that hadn’t yet left my body. I opened the door to the hallway and found her there, waiting for me. Sophia was standing in front of the unlit fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes fixed on the door, as if she had been waiting the whole time for me to come back. Her face lit up the moment she saw me, though the worry in her eyes was impossible to hide. “Bright…” she whispered, taking a step toward me. “What happened? James told me you were with the hunter.” I closed the door behi
Bright The smell of iron and sweat filled the room. The hunter was tied to a metal chair, his wrists bound by handcuffs and his head bowed. The spotlight hanging above him flickered now and then, casting shadows that moved like ghosts on the damp basement walls. James stood beside me, silent, arms crossed. His presence alone was enough to inspire fear, but the man in front of us didn’t seem willing to talk. We’d found him at dawn, hiding near the north edge of the woods, with a silver weapon and an encrypted radio. He wasn’t a simple hunter. He knew too much, and that was why he was there, in front of us. “I’m going to ask you one more time,” James said, in a firm, controlled voice. “Who sent you? You haven’t said anything since we captured you.” The hunter barely raised his head. His face was caked with dried blood and dirt. He looked at us with a mocking smile. “You have no idea who you’re messing with,” he muttered through his teeth. James sighed. “So you confirm there’s so
Sophia Bright was beside me, lying on the bed, his face turned toward me, and he looked as handsome as ever. The room was wrapped in a calm that weighed heavily on my chest. Only the wind outside and the faint creak of the wood could be heard. The moonlight streamed in through the window, drawing a soft shadow across his face that almost hurt to look at. Thank God he was still alive. After everything that had happened that night, after that infernal phone call, after believing he’d been killed, Bright was there, breathing beside me. But his silence hurt more than any words could. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if there were something up there that could explain what I’d never known how to say. I watched him quietly for a while, too afraid to speak. I liked having him close, but I was scared, too, scared of breaking the fragile balance holding us together. I knew I’d hurt him. I saw it in his eyes every time they met mine, in that distant look that hadn’t been there befor
Bright Sophia was beside me, lying on the bed, her face turned toward me. The room was silent, dimly lit by the faint light coming through the window. I could hear the gentle rhythm of her breathing, the soft creak of the wood under the wind, and my own heart pounding hard inside my chest. There was nothing else I wanted in that moment than to stay like that, with her so close, so real. After everything that had happened, the endless night, the chase, the certainty that Dante had been outside my house, being alive and able to look at her felt like a miracle. But the silence between us carried a weight that pressed against my chest. I loved being in bed with Sophia. I loved the way her hair tangled on the pillow, the way she lowered her gaze every time I stared at her too long. But even so, even with her within reach, I couldn’t stop feeling empty. Because even though she now knew the truth —even though she finally believed me— there was still an echo in my mind that wouldn’t fade
Sophia James had been clear: Bright couldn’t leave that night. He had to rest, stay in the house under watch, and not return to his cabin until the pack confirmed it was safe. The order left no room for discussion. Bright didn’t protest. He simply nodded, saying nothing. His gaze stayed fixed on the floor. I knew he was only obeying James, not staying because he wanted to. I could feel it in the tension of his shoulders, in the rigid way he breathed. Bright had never been the kind of man to stay still when he felt something was wrong, but this time, he was exhausted. I could see it in his eyes. We went upstairs together. To my room. James had insisted that Bright rest somewhere comfortable, and since every other room was occupied by pack members guarding the house, there was no other option. I closed the door behind us. The room was dim, lit only by the small bedside lamp. Bright sat at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes lost in thought. For the first time
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