Someone has been poisoning me. And if someone has been poisoning me, who could that be? The only person that has been with me all the time is⊠âTyler,â I muttered my husbandâs name, brushing away that parasitic thought that I have no proof of if he actually did it. Besides, he has no reason to poison meâ âI am you. You are me.â Elianeâs voice shook my core. I brush it away with a subtle shake of my head. âPlease, Eliane. Leave me alone!â No one told me that one cannot fight her own corrupt soul. Yet, here I amâŠsending Eliane away from my mind as if it was possible. âShe only felt that more gravely now because she is far from Stellaâs Soul.â The voice of Alpha Kairo, even a few meters away, still shakes every corner of my bones. He glanced at Tyler before jerking his jaw to me. âIt was my sister who told me. She can detect poison and is immune to poison. Nyrene even tried giving you a drink with poison to see if your body would react. But you didnât. And now you did.â âWhat t
I woke up to the sound of a gunshot. I slowly cracked my eyes open, a set of seven people were a few paces before us. The view from outside the car is now telling me Iâm no longer on the plane. The light of the car tells me they were all men judging by the way they stalked towards us. To my left, Tylerâs face remained calmâdeadly calm. One that he often wears before he indulges into a full battle stunt. His face is wholly painted to what most people call as the âcalm before the stormâ. Heâs the Storm Summoner, thereâs no doubt he wonât live up to his title and moniker. Yet, something tells me his expression is a little bit different to what I mostly see. Heâs not angry, according to this angle I am staring at. He just sat there, not even bothering to open the door and greet them with a wall of ice. My husband just remained sitting beside me, waiting for something I donât know. Wiping the misty surface of the window with m
It is my first time waking up in Stellaâs Soulâinside the Honeymoon Houseâwithout the scent of rain and forest and mist welcoming my senses. Tyler taking off his shirt and going inside the bath was the last thing I remembered before I cuddled with my pillows, eventually occupying the whole bed with my snore. I should apologize to Tyler. But what am I going to apologize for? I donât even know what I did wrong. I donât even know what triggered Tyler to act coldly towards me. âYouâre awake.â There, by the threshold of our room, Tyler leans by the door. Shirtless and unzipped pants beckoning me to reach for his dick. My breath thickens with every step he takes, closer and closer to where I am sitting at the edge of the bed. âAre you feeling nauseous?â I shook my head. âArenât you going to vomit? Shriek because you have a migraine? Go back to sleep because of your pregnancy sickness?â I keep shaking my head with every que
âItâs been a while since you dined here,â Meah commented as she placed my food beside hers. I glanced at her sidelong and smiled wryly. âHowâs Greece?â I shrugged. My expression immediately shifted upon remembering the Greek Alphaâs face and his tension with Tyler, âGreat. Itâs my first time abroad and Tyler didnât disappoint me.â âNot really, just a little bit disappointed.â Iâd like to add that phrase. But judging by her look, I suppose Meah has already read it in my face even if I did not voice it out. âWhereâs Melissa?â I asked, scooping a spoon of butter corn soup as I felt its warmth enter my mouth. âShe's due in two weeksâ time. Melissa is on a bed rest now.â âI see.â I looked at Meah, but she didnât look at me. So I continued eating my brunch of roasted beef and barbecue ribs with a side of mashed potato and rice. It took me a lot of strength not to burst into tears at what happened an ho
Rowena was smiling towards me; a sweet, unfeigned motherly smile that I could easily fall for if I was not on my right mind. I blinked, hoping that I was just imagining things, that I never found this gallery hall and never heard Rowenaâs voice under the bright light of day. Yet she was there, still grinning as if itâs the only expression she knew. If a smile could kill, I have already dropped dead seconds ago due to my eyes not peeling away from the image of her smiling a few moments later. âRowenaâŠâ I breathed, touching the frame, the names engraved on it. Rowena Cruz and Alpha Bryant. Year 2000. âSo you have found me,â her eerie voice echoed in my ears. âI know that you have always been a smart girl, Elaine.â I couldnât hide my blush though. It has been a long time since Iâve heard a compliment from someone other than Tyler. Speaking of whichâŠhe has not come home yet even though itâs past four in the afternoon, the time that he p
âYou finally admitted that you are annoyed by those facts about you,â I hoisted my chin, eyes staring straight into hers. âYou are indeed just like me, Elaine. Always interested in other peopleâs life so that we may forget ours that are as fragile and broken as a shattered glass.â Eliane waved a hand when she noticed I am no longer looking at her. âFine, fine. But I cannot completely swear my word, especially when the things Iâm saying are actually what you never wanted people to know.â âJust stop it,â I sneered. Eliane chuckled, one that made me realize that evil never hides in the dark. Sometimes itâs more visible under a bright light. âYou know what, Elaine. Girls in glass houses should never throw stones.â Eliane circled me, a predator slowly letting its prey know that it has nowhere to go to. âYou are as perfectly imperfect just as I amâand was. So stop turning your back, it will just hurt your feet even more.â I swe
âYes, I am a Hearteater myselfâŠâ I read silently, disregarding the knitting of my brows. ââŠand so I must continue our bloodline, the original Hearteaterâs bloodline as what my Hearteater father suggestsâcommands.â âOh, Selena!â I huffed. Even though I badly wanted to crawl beside Tyler and sleep, I must know more. Perhaps thatâs why RowenaâElianeâwhoever that is, led me to this journal that still reeks of dried blood. I bowed my head, letting truth after truth just crowd and swirl within me. Even Rowena has secrets. Maybe even Tyler has secrets, too. âWith my life,â her handwriting becomes different this time. From bold to cursive, I knew this part will be more emotional than the rest. âI could only grasp the remnants of the dreams me and Mikhail wished. I never fail to miss the gratitude that softened in his eyes. But life is no fairy tale, and light eventually left Mikhail's eyes in the hands of my father, Rowanâthe first and leader of Hearteaters.â I was
âWhy are we having pasta for breakfast again?â Tyler sighed, his muscles tensing. âFor carbs and to give us energy, I guess.â Even if heâs going to feed me a bucket of Carbonara, it will still not give me enough energy to face Eliane. To face all of these shenanigans and bullshits that has been causing chaos in my head. I thought being here in Stellaâs Soul is just being a wife to a werewolf, pleasing the Alpha, being good to other Stellaâs Soul residents, fucking my Alpha husband and giving birth to his heir. Those were the things I have expected ever since Iâve learned about their world. Until I learned about the Hearteaters. And Rowena and dark magic, Eliane and this fucking bitchcraft which involves the fact that I must die so that the latter can resurrect. âWhy Elaine? You donât like pasta for breakfast?â I nodded. I forced my feet to stand when he blocked me, eyes burning with emotions I couldnât fathom
This is my fucking third book, which took me almost six months to finish. *laughing devilishly* You might be surprised why this has a sad/shocking ending. But Iâd like to point out that not all stories end in âhappily ever afterâ. I look forward to expanding the story of Elaine and Tyler. But as long as it does not harbor enough readers, the ending remains as it is. If ever enough readers would demand a sequel or a better love story between Elaine and Tyler, then I shall provide you/them a story that will fulfill happiness and give justice to the characters. Iâm sorry if this story ends this way as there are things that made me stop at that point. As a writer with limited resources and is struggling, I commit to my very best to provide you quality and unique stories that will somehow quench your reader taste. To be honest, up until now, I am still learning the world of werewolves and fated mates and stuff. Thatâs why my n
Jasonâs face crumpled and stared at the wounds on his body. âDonât you think itâs weird?â âWhat?â âIâve been kidnapped, but they treated my wounds.â âYeah, I agree. What else could be the reason that they were keeping you alive?â Jason scratches his chin and looks at the ceiling seriously. âI donât knowâŠâ He continues, âTheyâre trying to get something from me.â His jaw locked. We fell in silence. He looked at me again. âWhereâs Elaine by the way?â I blushed. âSheâs out to get me food.â I lied with a poker face. âOh,â he nodded, âyouâre hungryâŠâ âYeah. I crave something⊠sweet.â He fell quiet. âLetâs just wait for her.â Both of us agreed to âwaitâ for Elaine before we escaped to my white mansion. Elaine has been kidnapped by them, and I woke up in my mansion after that with my brother pounding on the doorstep. However, a blaring sound of an alarm echoed inside, and a monotone and robotic voice spoke on the speaker. âCode 134. Code 134. Code 134. An alien got into the hospita
I know Rowan is stupid, but I didnât expect him to be dumber than a street dog. He only had a few back up from his kind, but half of them were now on the floor. People were going crazy inside the restaurant as I stumbled on my table and grabbed Elaineâs wrist to get her out of this place. However, a blonde Hearteater kicked my knees and pounced on Elaineâs face. And my wife was thrown away from my grip. Words have no place in a fight to the death. My vision blurs and I no longer fucking care who Iâll kill. Anyone who tries to intervene me will fucking die. I lunged at Rowan but fainted at the last second. He goes whistling past me. Rowan encircled me first before his hands stretched out to grab me. I leap onto Rowan like a howler monkey. When he throws his hands up into my hair and yanks, bending over and trying to flip me off, I cling for dear life, viciously digging my nails into him as hard as I can, tightening my grip like a freaking boa constrictor. He spins and rushes ba
Luna Elaine and I got into a fight an hour later after that. I was ready to prepare for a war. I trained my pack like an army, where death sweeps to wherever we fought alongside each other. Those who want to be part of our journey will sign up voluntarily, those who don't want to, they can freely not. Iâm not an authoritarian leader, so itâs up to the choice they will make. However, all men signed up. No one backed down. âElaineâŠâ I sighed, looking at her tucked up in our bed. Sheâs been like this for the past few days. I was so busy with the pack that I could only check her up in the evening. Tonight, I couldnât hold the deafening silence between us anymore. âPlease, my wife, donât be like this.â No response was heard a heartbeat later. âCan you just support me?â I heard her muttering a heavy sigh before turning at me. âWhy will I support someone who wants to be a killer? Youâll be no different compared to the Hearteaters.â My jaw moved, and I couldnât help but to look awa
Tylerâs POV I thought it will be a peaceful night. We were bombarded with the news circulating in the pack about a pulp who was found dead in the middle of the woods. The guards who were having their nightly rotation immediately reported to the headquarterâs office about the said situation. âWe thought it was a human, but it turns out it was one of our pack, Alpha,â Geoffrey, a guard on duty, explained to me. A mixture of jasmine and vanilla filled my nose.I glanced at the far left corner, and there, I saw Elaineâs shadow. Her eyes were telling me that she was worried. Very worried. I quickly went to her and grabbed her arms. âWhat are you doing here?!â âWhat do you mean?â She scoffed. âSomeone from Stellaâs Soul is dead!â âAs if it was new to you,â I growled. âThatâs why you shouldnât be here, Elaine. Go back to our mansion!â âAre you kidding me, Tyler?â âNo, I am not.â I sighed, my chest felt heavy while my eyes roamed around the place. The guards saw my gesture as a
Tylerâs POV The smell of burning flesh flooded the air, choking me in desperation as I watched my wife burn. My wife. My mate. âMy ElaineâŠâ âYou love her?â Remus asked. I continue to watch flames erupt from her and burn the nearby grass. âYes,â I muttered loudly. As loud as Elaineâs shrieks, whose bones are probably melting this very second I hesitated. âThen save her.â Hesitation flooded my face and mind. But this is not the time to cower. No, I have been a coward long enough. Itâs time to make little sacrifices of my own. I forced my body and soul to crawl near her, disregarding the tears that tried to hinder my sheer sight. Elaine sacrificed herself for usâburned herself for us, even killing our child in her womb. This is wrong. Utterly wrong. Minutes ago, I imagined her killing myselfâdrowning her into the very spring where I used to bathe to clear my thoughts.
Tylerâs POV I parted my mouth from her trembling lips. She was cold and pale despite the balmy breeze here in the spring. Something is wrong with her. I can smell it. Feel it. My hands immediately reached for her bag even before she could protest. And there was only gasoline and matches, a torch and a lighter. âSo weâre going to have a barbecue and you didnât bring any meat?â She chuckled, eyes looking straight at the body of water before us. âI hope you can teach me how to hunt. A rabbit will do.â Sheâs been speaking all along without looking me in the eyes. Something is very wrong here. The doctor just called me minutes ago that Elaine is acting suspiciously, disturbingly. Asking questions about burning and suicide, says itâs about a book sheâs reading. The once joyful Elaine, my Elaine, has suddenly become cold and distant. Scared and worried. âWhatâs wrong, my snow flower?â She
Several full moons have passed, distress is still whispering in my mind. I have finished reading Rowenaâs journal as far as I can rememberâbefore the moment my eyes burned upon Tyler seeing a bloody blade in the trash, forcing me to make up excuses believable enough for a pregnant, powerless eighteen-year-old woman like me. I never felt sadder than today. It felt like, since I already knew enough from Rowenaâs journal, I no longer felt the need to live. And IâŠI remained prepared for whatever unexpected might happen. What unexpected things I might let happen. I stared at the she-wolf doctorâs face. Sheâs calm and gorgeous compared to me. I might still look beautiful on the outside. But deep inside, Iâm panicking. Quivering and anxious about what may happen in any minute now. Iâm ready to die, yet still afraid of death. âYou must be extra careful, Elaine. Since youâre in your final trimester, youâr
âWhy are we having pasta for breakfast again?â Tyler sighed, his muscles tensing. âFor carbs and to give us energy, I guess.â Even if heâs going to feed me a bucket of Carbonara, it will still not give me enough energy to face Eliane. To face all of these shenanigans and bullshits that has been causing chaos in my head. I thought being here in Stellaâs Soul is just being a wife to a werewolf, pleasing the Alpha, being good to other Stellaâs Soul residents, fucking my Alpha husband and giving birth to his heir. Those were the things I have expected ever since Iâve learned about their world. Until I learned about the Hearteaters. And Rowena and dark magic, Eliane and this fucking bitchcraft which involves the fact that I must die so that the latter can resurrect. âWhy Elaine? You donât like pasta for breakfast?â I nodded. I forced my feet to stand when he blocked me, eyes burning with emotions I couldnât fathom