The present: Lucas’ Point of view I woke up so early this morning, not expecting so after the wild night I had yesterday... But I got this feeling like something wasn't right. As usual, I would ignore this odd feeling, but it's not totally working. This feeling holds that sort of déjà vu impression, which irritated the hell out of me. Lost in my thoughts, I was til Rebekah spoke using that annoying voice of hers. "Up this early. What are you doing?" I could've answered her but instead of I choose not to do, you can't blame me for that. I mean, she's not that bad in bed, but you can't have a decent conversation with her. She's really annoying, especially when she acts as if we belong to each other while we don't. She knows that I have a mate, or at least ... I used to have one until she was gone, but I'm sure she'll be back. She is nothing compared to her - my mate. Each and every time I
Stephanie's Point of view: One month ago... Today is the big day. I'm taking the line with other models. Some of the faces seem to be familiar to me, others are not. Not that any of them seem to be friendly. Well, I wasn't expecting anything from them. Honestly, they all look totally terrifying - not judging at all. After all, it's like competition over here, one of the girls will get the job, while the others will be thrown out like they never existed. To be honest, it's not actually my first time doing this, but I can't deny the fact of being totally freaked out. I mean, look at all these good-looking girls; they look like Greek Goddess for the fact of just being human girls. Even without werewolf genes, they manage to look incredibly super-hot. As you know, a female werewolf is
Stephanie’s Point of view: As I arrived at the main company, I was told to wait in the reception, and I did as I was told. "You may follow me, Miss Green." A beautiful redhead announced while she was leading the way. I followed her to the studio where I was greeted by the team members: the hairstylist, makeup artist, and the main designer. The makeup artist was named 'Julie'. I got to say that she's a very talented human girl. She started by cleaning my face; it felt clean and fresh. Then she moisturized my face before applying a primer. This one would ensure that my makeup would stay as long as possible. She then moved on to a duo fiber brush to apply the foundation all over the skin and blend it into my neck. The next move was applying the concealer below my eyes, which gives natural-looking coverage. She then added a highlighter along the top of my cheekbones, on the cupid's bow, chin, and between th
People change. Things get complicated. Regret grows day by day. Secrets become unspeakable. Love gets to be unforgettable. But life ... Life goes on. Logan’s Point of view: The moment I received my brother's call I answered him immediately. His voice screamed from nowhere "She's back". "And what if she's back, that's not something new". I sighed a little bit annoyed; I know exactly that he was talking about her, his Cursed Mate. It always happens the same way. She di*d tragically, a few years later she came back to life with no dif
3rd person point of view: While she was asleep, he was watching her soft body lying perfectly beside him in the middle of the bed. He knew what she was afraid of, he also knew that what he did was wrong to her, but he couldn't help it. On one hand, he was mateless, a witch once told him that he had no mate. On the other hand, she has a mate - a mate that will only cause her death. They were both suitable for each other. Out of anger, he gets up from the bed, looking for his phone. He can't afford it anymore, the secrets he was keeping from her will not do any bad to her, it will only protect her from her curse. He loved her more than anything in this world; he was ready to give up his own life just to keep her safe, but never was ready to lose her for her real mate. Their feelings for each other showed up at a young age, they were both madly in love with each other. None of them was ready to lose the other. This is when he dec
Lucas' point of view: The next day, a folder shows up above my desk. No one except for my Logan would’ve left it there. He probably did not get over our fight last night, but I'm sure he will at the end. After all, we’re brothers, and it’s not our first fight, not even my first trying to be an alpha to him more than a brother. I took a glass of coffee, turned off my phone, and took my seat to start reading the file between my hands. It wasn’t common for me to do such a thing, but the whole subject is a serious matter to me. After finishing the first reading, my heart was aching from pain, it was all over my body. Although it was all clear, my heart refused to believe a single word for anything the folder says. Something was not right. It says that her name is Stephanie Green, the mate of Earl Davis - Future alpha of the "Blood Moon Pack". They were friends and turned out to be mates at the age of 16. My fist was curled while r
Stephanie’s point of view: I'm getting crazy lately, it's almost a week but I can neither sleep nor even find peace or rest. Different situations that always end the same way, me dying while not knowing who that wolf is. These nightmares keep on hunting me, not showing any kind of mercy. Earl seems to notice it too, he is a bit worried about my health. He even suggests taking me to the pack for more care, but I keep on turning him down. Usually, I would be happy with his suggestion, I mean I miss my family, friends, and all our pack people. But something is pulling me against going out of this city. It was as if it was fated for me to be here in this city, at this exact time. While I was lying on my bed lost in my thoughts, the sound of my phone got me back
Stephanie's point of view: ... As I finish what I was saying, the noise of crushing comes from nowhere. While raising my head, the stranger that I've met in my photo shooting session was coming in our direction. ...................... I didn't know why, but my heartbeats were on top. It was like I couldn't stop staring at him either, looking away from him. I felt my mate's passiveness on its verge as he tightened his grab on me. Who can blame him? I mean this man is on another level. He has a damn good and well-built tall body, the same height as my mate. The difference was that my Earl has a pale skin color along with lively green forest eyes, not to mention his short lovely blond hair. While on the other hand, the stranger has tin skin along with blue ocean eyes and dark short hair that suits him very well. They both look breathtaking in their black suits and overwhelming charms, while giving each other killing looks, I felt a bit of insecur