[Killian’s trial] The dagger cut a clean line into my wrist, and blood poured out. I couldn't help but marvel at the strangeness of the situation, even in the face of impending danger."I hope you appreciate the dramatic flair," I muttered to Mellisa, as if she could hear me amidst the arcane mystique of the ritual. Her limp form hung in my arms, the very essence of vulnerability, and I was determined to see her through this bizarre ordeal.Blood dripped from my wrist, painting a crimson tableau in the air. With a firm resolve, I pulled Mellisa closer and encouraged her to drink the blood."I always dreamed of a romantic date, but this is not what I had in mind," I quipped, my attempt at humor an odd counterpoint to the gravity of our predicament. The blood continued to flow, weaving a macabre dance in the air before it met Mellisa's lips.The crimson liquid, our makeshift elixir, worked its peculiar magic. I watched as it cascaded over Mellisa's form, washing away the malevolent sil
In the midst of a heated exchange, George, his voice thundering with authority, berated Henrietta for her meddling ways, accusing her of driving both Killian and Mellisa to the brink of destruction with her relentless interference. "You've gone too far this time, Henrietta! Your incessant meddling has brought nothing but chaos to our family," he exclaimed, his frustration palpable.Henrietta, undeterred by George's reproach, fired back with a sharp retort. "Lane is nothing but a commoner, a mere opportunist," she countered, her tone laced with disdain. "Once Killian ascended to his rightful position as alpha, she'd do nothing but leech off the Anderson name, offering little in return."“And when did you decided that?” “The moment I saw her.” As George shook his head in disbelief, he brandished a stack of papers before Henrietta, each page filled with damning information meticulously gathered through his own investigations. "You're wrong, Henrietta. Dead wrong," he asserted, his voic
"Yeah, blame it on Hannah. Classic move, Collin."Jenny, clearly unimpressed, crossed her arms. "Let me guess, this gift basket is supposed to win Mel back?"Collin, looking slightly embarrassed, held out the gift basket as if it were a sacred offering. "It's just a small gesture to show how sorry I am."Jenny inspected the basket with exaggerated curiosity. "Is there a 'Sorry for Betraying You' card in there, too?"Collin, took a step forward, determined to make his case."It's not all my fault, you know?" Collin protested, his tone a mixture of defensiveness and self-pity. "Both sides contributed to the downfall of our relationship. It's not fair to put all the blame on me."Jenny, the unofficial judge and jury in this impromptu court session, raised an eyebrow in response. She locked eyes with Collin, her expression saying, "Let's hear it then."Collin, searching for the right words, continued, "Mel neglected me. She was always busy with her jobs and her mom's surgery. I had needs,
As Killian paced the room, his anxiety practically radiated off him like heat waves in the desert. I couldn't help but chuckle at his nervous energy. "Hey there, jittery groom-to-be," I called out teasingly, watching as he made another lap around the suite.He shot me a sheepish grin, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Can't seem to sit still, you know?"I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Really? I hadn't noticed," I deadpanned, earning a playful eye roll from him.Richard, Killian's loyal assistant and beta, entered the room, carrying a thick stack of papers. "The marriage contract, as requested," he announced, placing the documents on the table.Killian's eyes widened at the sight of the papers, his nerves kicking into overdrive. "Right, the contract," he muttered, fidgeting with the edge of his suit jacket.I shot him a reassuring smile, reaching out to take his hand. "Hey, it's okay. We've got plenty of time before the ceremony. Let's sit down and go through this toge
Meanwhile, the astute Lauren, Killian's cousin, observed the scene with a wry smile, choosing to remain silent. She had seen her fair share of family disputes, and this particular disagreement seemed to amuse her more than anything.Just as the tension reached its peak, Dana Serpentine, with her signature enigmatic smile, sauntered over, a hint of sarcasm lingering in her gaze. "Well, well, what do we have here?"Dana couldn't help but recall the days when Killian, now entangled with an outsider, had been a frequent visitor to her home, captivated by her older sister, Annstasia. The shift in his affections left Dana feeling a twinge of resentment. Killian, aware of Dana's gaze, tried to diffuse the tension. "Lady Serpentine, it's not what it seems. My mother has these outdated traditions, and I'm just trying to make sense of it all."Dana, ever the composed observer, arched an eyebrow. "Outdated traditions, you say? I thought Andersons prided themselves on their adherence to traditio
Mellisa, slightly overwhelmed but maintaining her sense of humor, found a chair at the center of the room. The ladies, with a sense of purpose, encircled her like a council of elders, ready to share their accumulated wisdom.Aunt Mildred, known for her sassy wit, couldn't resist a cheeky remark. "Dear, you've got a handful with Killian. He's a strong-willed one, that boy. But don't worry, we'll teach you the tricks to handle him."Mellisa, with a mischievous glint in her eye, responded, "I'll take all the advice I can get."Grandma Elsie chuckled, "Smart girl! Now, first lesson – how to deal with Killian's stubbornness. You'll need a blend of patience and a well-timed eye roll. Works like a charm."Aunt Mildred chimed in, "And never forget the power of a good meal. Cook him a hearty meal, and you'll have his undying loyalty."Mellisa nodded, taking mental notes. "Cooking, huh? I can manage that."The conversation continued, each lady offering their unique insights. Aunt Prudence share
The grand doors creaked open, and I couldn't help but feel like I had just stepped into a time machine. A person, dressed like a living statement from three or four centuries ago, announced my presence with a flourish. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the dramatic entrance and fixed my gaze on the elevated altar, where Killian stood.Just a few hours ago, I was snug in bed, dreaming of pancakes and telling my mother about my breakfast plans for the next morning. Now, I was the star of a wedding, and all eyes were on me. The contrast was almost comical.My mother sat proudly in the front row, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of emotions. I exchanged a quick, reassuring glance with her before turning my attention back to the ceremony. The air was thick with expectation and werewolf traditions, and I couldn't help but feel a tad out of place.Since werewolf weddings had their own set of rules, I was restricted in the number of guests I could invite. Aside from my trusted bridesma
The whispers of the crowd swirled around me, a cacophony of curiosity and speculation. Amidst the murmurs, a familiar voice broke through the chatter. Amidst the whispers and hushed conversations, a peculiar revelation rippled through the crowd like an unexpected twist in a theatrical performance. The spectators turned their heads, their curiosity piqued as they exchanged bewildered glances.Dany emerged from the gathering, wearing an expression that was almost too casual for the situation. She approached me."So, you married Killian Anderson and didn't think to mention it to me?" she asked, her tone filled with a mix of amusement and mock betrayal.I glanced at Dany, and had to do a double-take. She looked different, as if she had donned a disguise. "Dany, is that you?" I squinted at her.She rolled her eyes, the smirk still playing on her lips. "Who else would it be, Mellisa? Your long-lost sister?"I chuckled at her sarcasm. "Well, you never know. I've heard stranger things."Dany g