ログインEdricThe firelight danced across the walls of our private sitting room, casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to mirror the storm inside me. I had pushed Leon harder than I ever had before, using the one weapon I knew worked, my dance. My body still hummed with the effort, muscles warm and slightly aching from the fluid, deliberate movements I had poured my questions into. Now, seated on his lap with his strong arms wrapped around me, I waited for the full truth.Leon’s breath was warm against my neck. His hands stroked slow, soothing patterns down my back, but I could feel the tension lingering in his frame. The haze from my dancing had cleared enough for him to speak clearly, yet the vulnerability in his eyes was something new. This powerful Alpha, who had faced down the council without flinching, looked almost afraid of what he was about to share.“Tell me everything,” I whispered, my forehead still pressed to his. “From the beginning. No more half-truths.”He exhaled heavi
EdricThe days following the council confrontation passed in a tense haze. Leon was more protective than ever, rarely letting me out of his sight. The pack’s whispers had grown louder, but no one dared approach me directly after what happened. Aria was doing better with the new treatment, and for that alone I was grateful. Yet something gnawed at me constantly, the word that kept surfacing like a shadow I couldn’t escape.Then I remembered the curse.I had heard it from the attackers on the grounds, from the elders in the chamber, even in hushed conversations among the staff. It clung to Leon like smoke, and somehow I was part of it. But every time I tried to understand, the answers slipped away.Tonight, the mansion felt especially quiet. Leon had dismissed most of the staff early, and we were alone in our private sitting room. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm light across the plush rugs and heavy furniture. I sat curled on the couch with a book I wasn’t really reading, wh
EdricThe Council had called us again and apparently, they had come up with a decision: I was to be banished from the pack never to be seen again.The air in the council chamber felt thick enough to choke on as Leon’s body vibrated with barely contained fury beside me, his arm still wrapped possessively around my waist. The low, guttural growl rumbling from his chest made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. His eyes had that dangerous, feral gleam again, the same one I had seen briefly when they had summoned us earlier.It was as if these people didn't learn. It was as if they hadn't heard Leon's warning.Claws had partially extended from his fingertips, and the veins in his neck stood out like cords ready to snap.This was the curse. The madness the elders feared and it was fully awake, triggered by their demand to banish me even after he had warned them.“Leon,” I whispered, my voice trembling but urgent. I turned fully toward him, ignoring the five pairs of shocked elder eye
EdricThe next few days passed in a strange, fragile peace. My body healed slowly, the soreness fading into a dull reminder of that intense first night. Leon was attentive, almost too attentive, making sure I ate, rested, and took the medicines the doctor left. We visited Aria again, and seeing her smile brighter with the new treatment lifted a weight I’d carried for years. For the first time in forever, I felt… hopeful but peace never lasted long in Leon’s world.I woke up restless on the fourth morning. The mansion, Leon’s pack house, I was learning to call it, was beautiful but suffocating. Too many eyes watching me. Too many whispers behind closed doors. Leon had left early for some pack business, promising he’d be back by lunch. The quiet felt heavy.“I just need some air,” I told myself, slipping on comfortable shoes and a light jacket. One of the staff tried to offer an escort, but I waved them off with a polite smile. “I won’t go far.”The grounds around the mansion were vast,
LeonTwo hours later, after settling Edric in the guest wing suite closest to mine, close enough I could hear his breathing through the walls, a knock sounded on my study door. It was sharp and official.I knew who it was before opening it and I could tell that a storm was brewing.Elder Thorne stood there, silver hair braided back, his robes embroidered with the Blackthorn crest: a twisted oak wrapped in thorns. Behind him, Elders Mira and Garrick flanked like sentinels. Their combined presence pressed on the pack bond like an incoming storm.“Alpha Leon,” Thorne said, voice formal and edged. “The council summons you. Now.”I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “This couldn’t wait until morning?” I asked, knowing full well that they couldn't since they all thought that they owned me.Mira’s eyes narrowed. She was the eldest, her face a map of wrinkles and wisdom, but her gaze still held the fire of a wolf who’d survived three alphas. “The incident in the foyer has already spr
LeonThe tires crunched over the gravel drive as I guided the black SUV through the wrought-iron gates of Blackthorn Manor. The mansion loomed ahead, its stone facade weathered by centuries of mountain winds, windows glowing like watchful eyes in the gathering dusk. Edric sat in the passenger seat, still pale from the hospital lights and the sterile smell that clung to his clothes. His arm was bandaged, the sling a stark white against his dark jacket. Human. Fragile. Mine to protect now, whether the pack understood it or not.I glanced sideways at him. “You should rest when we get inside. No arguments.”Edric offered a tired half-smile, the one that always twisted something deep in my chest. “You’ve said that three times since we left the parking lot, Leon. I’m fine. Just bruised and… tired of needles. I hate getting sick because I have to take care of my sister and I can't afford to get sick. There won't be anyone to take care of me and I won't be able to work. But right now, now you
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I stood backstage at Luna Noir, the low thrum of the crowd vibrating up through the floor and into my spine. Even the air felt alive, humming with anticipation. The music leaked faintly from the speakers overhead, a dark, pulsing rhythm that seemed to sync with my he
EdricWhen I stepped into Luna Noir as an official dancer for the first time, the club swallowed me whole.The air hit me first. It was warm, thick and was humming with something alive. The low pulsing lights washed the walls in dark violets and midnight blues, shadows twisting like they had a puls
LeonThe first time I saw him move, I forgot how to breathe.Humans audition at Luna Noir all the time. They come desperate, hungry, chasing quick money or trying to impress supernatural clientele they can’t begin to comprehend. They shake their hips, roll their bodies, and hope I find them useful
EdricThe red paper on the door hit me like a punch to the gut.EVICTION NOTICE. Final warning! Seven days!I stared at it until the words blurred. Then I ripped it off, crumpled it in my fist, and pushed the door open. The hallway reeked of stale cigarettes and damp concrete, but all I could feel







