Jenna stepped out of the car, and in front of her stood a big mansion in a remote area.
Her jaw dropped as soon as she entered the sitting room which was furnished neatly with a golden chandelier.
“Welcome to my private home.” Alpha Ryker said with a smirk noticing the shock on her face.
“This is your home?” She asked curiously.
One out of many, he smiled at her.
She stared as some people came towards them and bowed to him.
“Welcome back home, Alpha.” They all chorused at the same time.
“Where is Chase?”
“He is not back from the last task you assigned to him, Alpha.” An elderly woman responded.
“I need him back here as soon as possible,” Alpha Ryker instructed.
“Is the room ready?” He asked turning to Jenna who was still trying to figure out his intentions.
The woman nodded, staring at Jenna with curiosity on her face.
Jenna was even more curious than the woman was. She wondered why he brought her to the night villa which was his private home and what he wanted from her.
“Take her to her room,” he said without turning to look at her and he left the sitting room.
The woman turned to Jenna, with a smile that said she was not welcomed here.
“This way, miss…” she said and Jenna nodded, following closely behind her.
They came to a halt in the last room by the right at the third floor and the woman swiftly opened the door ushering her in.
“Who are you and where are you from?” She asked turning to face Jenna, her voice laced with coldness which startled Jenna a bit.
“I’m…Jen…Jenna spears from the crescent moon pack,” she stuttered trying not to provoke the elderly woman.
Well Jenna, I’m Mrs Addison, the head housekeeper of the Stone’s family.
Nice to meet you, Mrs Addison, Jenna replied but she ignored her pleasantries.
“Hummph,” she scoffed. “I do hope you get comfortable in this place but before then there are rules in this house,” and you will start with the first and important rule; you are not allowed anywhere close to the fourth floor, is that understood!?” She shot.
“Yes ma’am,” Jenna replied shakily.
Now that’s better, she added and left the room, banging the door hard.
“Ok..well,” guess I’m not welcome here, Jenna muttered.
Alpha Ryker sat in his home office staring at some pictures when he heard a knock on the door.
“Yes, Chase,” he could smell his best friend and personal assistant from afar.
“Hey Ryker,” he greeted as soon as the door opened and he walked in. “I just came back.”
“You took so long.” Alpha Ryker said, staring at Chase who looked all tense.
“Apologies, Neo refused to sign the deal easily and delayed our time.”
That son of a b*tch…. I guess I should visit him.
Chase kept quiet for a while before he spoke up. “Seems there’s something you are yet to tell me.?”
Ryker chuckled…. Always impatient, Chase. Why do you think I sent for you?” By the way, you should try to finish up the other job.
“Yes, Alpha.” He nodded.
Ryker turned to the window on his right. “I brought her home and stopped the wedding from happening,” he said, turning to look at him.
“She’s carrying my child already, Chase.”
Chase lowered his gaze. “Trust me, Ryker, you don’t want to keep her here, remember Damien is not just your Beta but also your nephew… you know why her father was forming a marriage alliance with Damien's father and you want to risk your life for her, right?
Ryker narrowed his eyes on him. “Are you opposing my intentions?”
“You know I can’t do that … rather, I want you to see reasons why you can’t have her, Alpha.”
“Believe me when I tell you I do, I know exactly what I am doing, Chase.”
Then you might want to know she belongs to the crescent moon pack, the same pack whose Alpha wants you dead. “You know she is his daughter, what if he uses her to make you weak.” He said clenching his fist tighter. “This is not worth it, Ryker…”
Ryker remained silent for a moment, turning to stare at the file in his hands. “I have made my decision, Chase.” She is the mother of my unborn child and might as well be your Luna.
“Our Luna, huh?” Chase said with a scoff.
“Yes or maybe,” Ryker responded.
“Doesn’t look much like it, she’s just a weakling and might be your death.”
“Watch what you say about her and mind the way you talk to me!” I’m your Alpha.
Then act like it, you are becoming weak because of a woman.
“Enough!” Ryker growled. “I will not have you berate her and she is mine to set the records straight.
Chase’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Yours? And here I was thinking you only wanted the child from her and revenge against the crescent moon pack.”
“Things changed,” Ryker confessed.
“What changed?” Chase scoffed and paused the moment he realized the seriousness on his face. “You better not tell me she is your mate.”
Ryker exhaled, staring at him as he hit his fist on the table in annoyance.
“Hell no! She is, isn’t she ?”
“This conversation is over, Chase.”
Chase didn’t say anything more, as he stormed out of the office and banged the door hard.
Taking a deep breath, Ryker picked up the file on the table and walked out of the office to meet Jenna.
As soon as he knocked on the door it was opened.
“Can I come in?” He asked, clearing his throat.
This is your house, why would you be needing my permission?
His brown curly hair and piercing blue eyes left her completely lusted.
“Do you like this place?” He asked as soon as he stepped in.
“Mmm…ye…yes….” She stuttered.
Good, he nodded. “I have a question for you… Do you wish for me to protect you from your family and Damien? Do you want to take back what is rightfully yours from your half-sister? Do you wish for a place to stay away from them?”
“Ye..yes… I do.” She replied.
An evil smirk played on his lips. “Good then, there’s just one way to achieve this.”
“How?” She asked curiously.
“We would get married by paper, more like a contract marriage.”
“Wh…wha…what do you mean contract!?” Jenna shrieked.
Jenna placed her hands on her hips, staring up at the towering wall before her. At that moment, she envied every creature gifted with the ability to fly. Her gaze drifted to the side, and she sprinted a few meters behind a wide house, seeking cover as she prepared her escape.The rain continued to pour down relentlessly, soaking her to the bone. It did nothing to help her situation, but she had no control over that. She rolled her shoulders, pushed up the sleeves of her soaked gray dress, and stood before the tall wooden fence with steely determination.It was probably twice her height. Still, with the right skill, she believed she could scale it.Then reality hit.She wasn’t skilled. She was the opposite—utterly lazy.Regardless, Jenna planted her hands against the slick, brown wood and dug her nails in, trying to pull herself up. A sharp sting shot through her finger as a splinter buried itself in her skin. She cursed under her breath and considered shifting to tear through the damn
Two days.That’s how long it had been since he defended her.And still, Jenna felt like she was suffocating.Kaelion hadn’t touched her, hadn’t demanded anything, and hadn’t raised his voice once. He simply existed, watching with those quiet, stormy eyes, as if he was waiting for her to either break… or heal.He was polite, cautious. Respectful in a way that made her more unsettled than if he had demanded her obedience.And Maren…That girl was a storm wrapped in sunshine. A whirlwind of kindness and chatter. Jenna should’ve hated her. But Maren made it hard. The way she hummed while braiding Jenna’s hair, the way she dropped extra honey in her tea without asking. The way she looked at her like… she wasn’t broken.But that didn’t mean Jenna could stay.Kindness was a trick. She’d learned that lesson one too many times.It always came with strings.Sometimes she tried to trust that they were better peopleBut at night… the old ghosts returned.She couldn’t sleep without seeing her old
The next morning was unusually quiet.Jenna stood by the wide arched window of her chambers, the sky painted in soft hues of pale gold and misty blue. The courtyard below bustled faintly with movement—servants sweeping, warriors training but none of it touched her. She stood there, arms wrapped around herself, feeling like an ornament trapped in someone else’s glass castle.A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts.She turned just as the door creaked open and a bright-eyed girl with russet curls popped her head in with cheeks flushed pink and eyes so wide with excitement it made Jenna blink.“Um—hello?” the girl chirped. “Are you… Jenna? I mean—Luna Jenna?”Jenna blinked. “Yes but not your Luna”The girl beamed and stepped in, holding a folded apron in her hands. The girl curtsied with a little flourish. “My name’s Maren. His Majesty assigned me as your personal maid if that’s alright with you, of course.” She paused, her amber eyes hopeful. “I know I’m a bit… young-looking. But I pr
The silence was the loudest thing in the room.Ryker stood in Jenna’s old quarters, untouched since she vanished. The same gray blanket she used to curl under still rested at the foot of the bed. Her scent lingered on the pillow, faded but not gone. That soft blend of crushed lilacs and wolf pine that used to ground him.Now it haunted him.He stared at the space on the bed and tried to remember the last thing she said to him. Something cold. Something distant.He deserved that.He deserved worse.Outside, the Villa was restless. Whispers ran like wildfire: The Luna’s gone. Ryker lost his mate. The Lycan Alpha took her. They didn’t say it to his face, of course. But he felt their doubt like needles under his skin.He’d lost her.Again.Exhausted, Ryker sat slouched on the high-backed chair at the far end. His knuckles were bloodied—fresh from punching the stone wall of his chambers just minutes before.The taste of defeat still coated his tongue like ash.She was gone.Jenna.And not
The storm outside was unrelenting. Rain thrashed against the high-arched windows casting shadows that danced violently across the towering bookshelves of the Alpha King’s private study.Kaelion Vexmoor stood alone, one hand braced against the edge of his massive desk, his broad shoulders rising and falling with every shallow breath.His chest ached.Not from injury.But from the curse.He could feel it again—writhing beneath his skin like molten fire, twisting into his lungs and curling fingers around his heart. Every time he thought it had calmed, it surged back, fiercer than before.The pain came in waves now.Stronger.Faster.Like time was counting down.He didn’t flinch. He didn’t cry out. But the tremor in his jaw betrayed him, as did the way he squeezed his eyes shut to trap the growl in his throat.Then came the voice, low, calm, irritatingly timely.“You’re burning again, aren’t you?”Dorian. His Beta. Always watching. Always ten steps behind and yet never out of reach.Kaeli
Jenna lay still for a long while after Kaelion left, the silence in the room thick as fog. Her heart still hadn’t settled from his words.“For every tear they made you shed, I will make them beg.”She should’ve felt fear. Or revulsion. But instead, something darker curled in her chest. Hope. Dangerous, bloody hope.She buried her face in the sheets to drown it.The knock at the door jolted her.Before she could say anything, it opened.A woman entered — tall, stern, elegant, her posture straight as a blade. Behind her, three younger women followed, each carrying folded garments, steaming cloths, and wooden bowls filled with scented water. Maids.The older woman’s eyes scanned Jenna from head to toe. Not cruel. Not soft either. Just… assessing.“I’m called Myra,” she said, her voice brisk. “I am the head of His Majesty’s house staff. These girls are here to assist me in preparing you for the day.”Jenna sat up slowly, pulling the covers closer to her chest. “I don’t need help.”Myra’s