I was too shocked to utter a word when Evelyn came towards me and her eyes scanned me as if she was trying to check some products in the mall. Before I could react, her hand reached my neck, removing the strand of hair from my shoulder.
" Oh!" She gasped as if she saw something horrifying. Did she notice the hickeys? No. I had already covered them with concealer. " Alessandro!" She turned to Alessandro who had that grim expression. " Luna Simmons said you have been married for three years and still didn't mark your wife? You know this is torture for a wolf. You should mark her!" Her tone was fluffy, adorable but her eyes on me. Maybe I was jealous or her or I didn't like her. But her gaze on me looked like she was looking down on me and happy to see me unmarked. My eyes widened when she rubbed my neck with a smirk on her face and said, " You should mark her, Alessandro. Such a beautiful wife you found in my place!" She was saying one thing but her smile was carrying another thing. I slowly moved away from her, covering my neck. Alessandro said nothing about this. Instead his cold eyes that were on me softened immediately with a soft whisper, " What about you? Evelyn! Are you marked?" Evelyn's face turned crimson red as she slowly moved her hair from her neck, " No!" She looked at him with a gentle gaze, " I am still waiting for the person who I cherish to mark me. My Wolf is patiently waiting for that man!" The moment her words came out, Alessandro's eyes glinted with happiness. Her words made him proud or happy, I couldn't fathom. His hand slowly moved to her neck, attempting to touch her sensitive place but before it could touch her bare pale skin, Evelyn turned towards me with a condescending gaze, " Are you going somewhere?" She asked, her eyes on my luggage. Alessandro retreated his hand with disappointment. Clenching his fist, he took a glance at me and then the luggage. " Yes." I replied calmly, " I have to visit my family!" I clutched the hem of my dress to keep myself composed. In front of them, I felt like a third wheel with no respect in their eyes. " Really?" She looked surprised and disappointed, " I thought I would catch up with you two. When Luna Simmons said that Alessandro found his woman, I was so happy. I couldn't believe that he finally moved on. I thought he would spend the rest of his life missing me!" She started laughing so loudly but nobody found it funny. However when she realized that nobody was laughing and Alessandro was visibly annoyed, she gasped. " I apologize! I didn't mean to say that. Sorry, I should have introduced myself first!" She chuckled and held my hand, " I am Evelyn Graham! I used to be Alessandro's close friend. Nice to meet you!" The word Close came out with a pressure, while her head rested on his arm, " Very Close friend!" She mouthed to me. " Hello!" I said calmly. She wasn't being friendly, she was announcing her place in Alessandro's life with sweet words. " Alessandro! Your type hasn't changed yet, hah! Found a wife who looks like me. Don't tell me when you two do it... You accidentally call my name!" She winked at him with a grin tucking on her lips. I was appalled when she said that out loud. But Alessandro's face turned red. Who knew whether it was for embarrassment or he really agreed with that. After all, it wasn't a lie. There were multiple times he called her name when he was with me. I slowly moved to the stairs, letting them have their time. It was too disturbing, too shameless conversation to involve myself with. I thought Alessandro wouldn't care if I just walked away. He was too busy with coddling his first love to care about my existence. However, making me stun, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. " Where are you going?" He asked, his voice calm yet cold. I was surprised. Did he stop me? I looked at his hand on my wrist and then his eyes, " You know where!" I said in my professional voice. His eyes moved away when ours met. Evelyn was standing behind, watching us with that sweet smile. But her eyes for some reason, gave me a creepy sensation. " Not today. Evelyn wants to have dinner with us. Let's go tomorrow!" Let's? Was he coming with me? I thought he would spend his time with his lover instead. " Are you sure? I think you two can catch up with each other." I said with a polite tone. I couldn't disobey or disrespect them at any cost. " Don't mind me!" Evelyn walked to me and held my hands, " Wherever you are heading to, Alessandro will take you there. So, spend the night here! Also, I need Alessandro tonight!" Maybe I was reading the room too much or I was delusional. But her words felt like... I was the guest and she was the one who was in control. I looked at Alessandro for the final call since I was in his control. He nodded quietly before looking at Evelyn and leaving my hand. " Let's go downstairs. Mauve will come downstairs after changing!" My heart thumped rapidly against my chest when he , for the first time, called my first name. He at least knew my first name. Evelyn took a glance at me and then nodded quietly. She held Alessandro's arm like a fragile woman who needed support. My chest got heavier seeing them walking away. It wasn't like I didn't foresee this scene before. The day I realized that I wanted Alessandro as my own, as man, rather than just a benefactor, I knew I would have to see them together like this. But who knew it would be that painful. Unrequited love was fine but this was enough level of pain and agony that I didn't know I was signing for."I would like to invite you into my pack officially, Mauve," Alpha Paleframe announced, his voice calm yet heavy with expectation. He extended a glass of wine toward himself with a graceful flick of his wrist, then carefully placed a steaming cup of mixed herb tea in front of me. I wrapped my fingers around the warm ceramic, the herbal scent mingling with the air like a whisper of comfort. My eyes lowered, staring at the soft swirl on the surface of the tea. Thousands of thoughts tangled in my mind — raw, scattered, and deep. My grip tightened slightly around the cup before I lifted my head slowly. "I would love to... if you accept me as a commoner," I said evenly, locking eyes with him. "I don’t want to be a part of this family." Alpha Paleframe blinked, visibly stunned. His hand, still holding the wine glass, lowered it slowly onto the table with a faint clink. His composed expression faltered for a moment, and a tight, bitter smile curved at the edge of his lips. His brows pulle
At the age of twenty-five, never in my wildest thoughts had I imagined I would possess a wolf. Not even in my sleepless dreams did I expect the creature within me to be so..."Grandmother was right. She exists," Marcus murmured under his breath, awe lacing his tone.Around me, the others formed a quiet circle, their movements protective, reverent even. A strange calm washed over the space. The air no longer felt heavy. Their eyes glowed faintly with admiration, and for the first time, the aura in the room felt welcoming.Alpha Paleframe approached, his steps measured, each stride echoing authority and pride. There was something solemn in the way he walked, like a man who had just witnessed the birth of a legend."Have you named her, Scarlet?"I was slowly regaining my human form, though the warmth coursing through every cell of my body hadn’t yet faded. It was as if something ancient still pulsed beneath my skin. My muscles ached, but not with pain—with power. A strange kind of power
Maybe I had been too cautious. Or maybe too unsure of everything—of them, of this strange place, of the shimmering potion that tasted too sweet to be trusted. The moment it slid down my throat, a cool sensation rippled through me, wrapping around my ribs like chains made of ice. My limbs tensed, and the tips of my fingers tingled with a strange numbness. Then, Alpha Paleframe entered, his heavy boots echoing across the stone floor as he strode toward the statue in the middle of the temple—the Golden Moon glinting in the torchlight above. His eyes locked onto mine. "Come here, Mauve. We will see whether you have a werewolf or not," he said, his voice unwavering—authoritative, as if refusal wasn’t an option. Before I could gather the courage to protest, Marcus and the others appeared behind me. I flinched instinctively, my hand going to my abdomen. My child. My baby. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright. Just go ahead,” Marcus urged, his tone unusually soft. I shook my head, st
Mauve, Descendant of the Moon Goddess? Me? The words hung in the air like a cruel joke. When Alpha Paleframe introduced himself as my biological father and claimed that I belonged to the bloodline of the Moon Goddess, laughter escaped me—sharp and hollow. Not the kind born of amusement. The kind born from a life spent choking on silence. A joke, after all, should know its limit. I folded my arms, facing him squarely. My voice, when it came, was steady, stripped of any pretenses. “I appreciate your story,” I said. “But I have no use for titles. The Moon Goddess—if she ever existed for me—gave up a long time ago.” My gaze drifted to the window before I sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re kind to bring me here, Alpha Paleframe. But I already had a father, and he ruined everything. I had a mother, and she was a monster.” I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t cry. The emotion had long bled out of me, leaving behind only calm detachment. The father who bled my dry with his d
I went straight to the Alpha Pack House soon after. The entire Pack was chaotic and desperate to run away. The weak Werewolves to Omegas were disoriented and hysterically shifting into their wolves. They were losing control over their emotions, creating havoc and confusion that put the young pups and the unmated females at serious risk. The tension hung thick in the air like a dense fog of fear and impending doom.When I walked into the hall room, the house felt eerily silent. The contrast between the panic outside and the emptiness inside felt like a split in two different worlds. The servants were randomly running around, bumping into each other, their expressions pale and eyes filled with uncertainty. Some elders were talking in the corner of the hall room in hushed voices, their expressions grim yet terrified. One could tell by just looking at them that something far worse than a rogue attack was hovering over us.As I walked towards Alpha Simmons’s room, one of the elders, Sir Da
Alessandro, " Why bother? Are you scared that I don't look like others? I won't hurt you anyway. So don't need to be scared!" A gentle hand reached my face as I was standing outside the campus with nothing but a bag of popcorn that I barely ate. " Don't hate me for my look, Okay? I will be your friend forever!" She whispered, giggling. I opened my eyes, realizing that I was dreaming again. It was the same dream, dream when I saw a girl. Same age as mine but too different. Sometimes she would appear with torn clothes, appear with full of bruises and some time, beaming with joy. I started having this dream since I was five. And this girl was nothing but a dream with different eyes, with gentle smile. I used to tell Carl and Evelyn about her. Although Evelyn would laugh it off, Carl would say something like destiny which never helped me out. I never met that girl. Obviously it was creation of mine, my imagination. Since I spent most of my childhood alone with nobody.
With a slight chill down my spine and cold sweats, I woke up in a room I couldn't recognize. The scent of lavender in the air was thick enough to twist my stomach and force my body off the bed in panic.There was a needle attached to my hand with an IV drip. Pulling it away from me, I stood in the middle of the room.My hand reached my mouth as I scanned the space, spotting the bathroom in the south corner.With the bathroom door closed behind me, the sound of the main door opening echoed through the room."You should have been a better mother if you didn't want to see her go through it." A voice came. Not the man who claimed to be my brother—someone else.I threw up, feeling everything inside trying to force its way out. I hadn't had proper meals, so it became incredibly difficult.Sitting on the floor, I watched myself collapse with no hope. I was terrified of walking out of the bathroom. Seeing that woman who made my life a living hell. A woman who faked her death to leave me with
Mauve,It took three days and two nights for us to cross five different packs before arriving at our destination. The man with the same eyes as mine carried me on his back, gathered food and water, and ensured that despite the long journey, my baby remained safe.I was grateful for everything he had done. The sense of having a brother—a guardian—was growing stronger with every passing moment. There was an unfamiliar comfort in his presence, in the way he looked after me.Now, we stood before an old entrance. Two wolf statues stood like guardians, majestic and unmoving, with two golden moons gleaming above the arch.He shifted back to his human form and looked at me with a soft smile.“We're home, Mauve. A lot of people are waiting for you,” he said, gently taking my hand.A lot of people... waiting for me?I was just a mere human—bullied, abandoned by those I once trusted. Unwanted. Invisible. My existence was never acknowledged, yet now, thousands of miles away from everything I knew
After handling a few tasks in my company and helping others to stay cautious with the ongoing situation, I walked into the house.The Pack's sky was dark. The faint moonlight barely reached the ground, as if the heavens themselves turned their back on us. The air reeked of something uncanny, like someone had sprayed Wolfsbane across the entire territory. A looming disaster hung in the atmosphere—but why?Kyde didn’t seem to care. He was one of the strongest Alphas blessed by the Moon Goddess, yet he had gracefully refused the role of the next Alpha, syncing with the decision I once made without hesitation.As I pushed the door open and stepped inside, something felt off. Different. The house that once carried familiarity no longer welcomed me. I didn’t feel the weight of responsibility. No footsteps hurried toward me. No polite, rehearsed smile. No glass of cold water with a slice of lemon resting on the rim. Just silence.Why would I miss that presence around me? Why would I feel det