로그인AliyahI stared at the screen of my phone for a long time before finally pressing the name of my twin.Alistaire.Only a few seconds had passed, yet the waiting felt longer than it should have while the call continued to ring. The entire apartment was quiet. Aunt Avery was in the kitchen, giving me space in the living room after I told her that I needed to call my brother.The truth was, I didn’t even know how to begin explaining what had happened.I also had no idea how Alistaire would react once he heard everything.But if there was one person I couldn
AliyahAs soon as I entered the apartment, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment.My chest felt heavy, like some invisible weight had been pressing down on me ever since what happened earlier on campus.The entire unit was quiet except for the soft clinking sounds coming from the kitchen. I knew Aunt Avery was there—probably preparing dinner or cleaning the dishes.Normally, that familiar sound would comfort me. This place had always been safe for me.But tonight, even though I knew I was home… even though I knew Aunt Avery was here with me… the uneasiness clinging to my chest refused to go away.I slowly inhaled, forcing myself to calm down as I closed my eyes. But no matter how many times I told myself that I was safe, my mind kept replaying what happened earlier.That strange, unexplainable feeling.The one that screamed bad news the moment I sensed that man again—even without looking at him.The same man I had bumped into before… the same man who had stare
AliyahI tightened my grip on the strap of my bag as I walked along the wide pathway of the university. It was still early in the morning, but the campus was already alive with students rushing toward their classes.Some were laughing loudly with their friends. Others were jogging across the lawn, clearly late for their lectures. A few students sat on the grass under the shade of the trees, books open on their laps as they reviewed for quizzes or upcoming exams.The air was filled with noise—voices, footsteps, distant laughter.But even with all that life around me, I felt strangely distant from it all. Like I was walking inside my own little world.My mind was still stuck on the phone call with Xavier, and I had last night. Without realizing it, a small smile formed on my lips as I remembered the sound of his voice—deep, low, and filled with concern for me.“I miss you more, baby.”I bit my lower lip softly.Goddess… even those simple words were enough to make my heart feel restless.
Xavier“Aliyah…” I whispered, gripping the phone so tight my knuckles ached, my eyes closed against the intensity of it all.Fuck.Is it possible she’s in heat?I immediately shook my head. No. That’s impossible. She’s human. Humans don’t go through heat like a she-wolf, not like that. And yet… the way her voice hit me, low and soft and desperate, had my body reacting in ways I couldn’t explain.Or maybe…Maybe she’s just feeling horny right now.But even as I told myself that, a part of me—the Alpha in me, the instinct that always warns me, kept whispering there was something else. Something more. Something… primal. I could hear it in her breathing, in the way she said my name, stretched just slightly, like she was holding something back.“Xavier?” she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant. She noticed I had gone quiet.“Yeah… I’m here,” I said quickly, my voice rougher than I intended. “I’m listening.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. A silence that wasn’t empty—her
Xavier“Baby, how are you?” I asked the moment Aliyah answered my call. I’d been restless ever since Chloe told me what happened at the boutique. Even if it was proven that it was Stelle’s friend who ruined the dress, the worry in my chest still wouldn’t leave. I knew it wasn’t just a simple scene—it had jealousy and intention written all over it. And just thinking about that already drives me crazy.“I’m fine,” she answered softly, almost like a whisper. It sounded like she was doing it on purpose.“Is something wrong?” I asked right away, unable to hide the tight worry in my voice.“Huh? Nothing. Why’d you ask?” she replied, trying to sound normal, but I could hear something off. Like she was holding something in.“Your voice is too soft. Are you with someone?” Jealousy started crawling up my chest before I could stop it. I knew I should be the only man in her life. I should be the only one she whispers to like that. But no matter how much I try to control myself, moments like this
AliyahMs. Celine was just about to leave to get the CCTV footage when the boutique door suddenly opened. The sharp sound of footsteps echoed across the room, and instantly, everyone fell silent.“What’s going on here?”The voice was deep — calm but commanding — the kind that carried the natural power of an Alpha used to being obeyed. Every single head turned toward the source of that voice.“Dad!” Stelle cried out, quickly running toward the man who had just entered. I could tell right away she was acting. Her tone softened, her eyes shimmered with fake tears, and her face shifted into a picture of innocence.The man didn’t look that much older than Xavier’s father — tall, broad-shouldered, and clearly a man who was born to lead. His eyes were sharp, the kind that made you want to look away. Even without saying another word, his presence alone carried weight — heavy, powerful, and impossible to ignore.So this was him — Alpha Romeo, leader of the Red Moon Pack. Even if I'm a princess
AliyahI knew I shouldn’t let Stelle get to me. I am a princess! I shouldn’t stoop down to her level.But Goddess, she was just too much. The way she provoked me was enough to set my blood on fire.“Hey, are you okay?” Janice asked softly.I turned to her and nodded. I didn’t want her to worry more
Aliyah“Aunt Avery…” My voice was barely above a whisper, almost swallowed by the faint clinking of cutlery in the quiet dining room.We sat across from each other, the golden glow from the chandelier spilling soft light across the polished wooden table. Shadows from the candle-like bulbs flickered
Aliyah“Someone has to be held accountable for this!” the saleslady said sharply, her voice rising with every word. The anger in her eyes was directed straight at me as if she had already made up her mind that I was guilty. I could see it in her face; no matter what I said, she wouldn’t believe me.
AliyahThe moment we stepped inside the boutique, we were welcomed by the cool whisper of the air conditioner and the distinct scent of brand-new fabric, as if it were inviting us to spend more than we had planned. Huge mirrors framed the walls, and sleek racks lined every corner, filled with every







