In the elegant walls of the opulent mansion, the morning sun radiates through the massive glass windows, its silken tendrils are at every ornate corner. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft, amber glow over the grandiose space. The air is thick with a sense of formality and exclusivity. As distress trembles through me, I clutch the tiny hand of my wide-eyed Maddox, who gazes curiously at the spectacle around him. At my side stands Braxton, the heir to the immense fortune amassed by the Mystic Shadow Pack. Not only does he look dashing in his tailored suit, but his eyes also showcase assurance as he gently squeezes my hand, seeking to offer comfort in the face of the impending ordeal. A hushed murmur ripples through Braxton's packmates, from the Omegas in uniforms to the Betas in formal attires, as the grand doors swing open. The patriarch of the Mystic Shadow Pack, Trayton Guttierrez, makes his imposing entrance. His silver hair gleams, and the lines etched on his face speak of wisdom a
TRAYTON’S POV: "Curse that fool of a son! How dare he taint our bloodline with a human girl?!" I seethe, my voice laced with fury. Shadow, who's inside me, stirs. His growls echoing in the recesses of my mind. -"He is your flesh and blood, a reflection of your lineage. It’s just right that you deny him the chance to choose a human mate. Braxton’s infatuation with that human is a threat to our pack's traditions and strength."- My eyes flash with anger, my pride clashing with my wolf's fierce loyalty to our kind. My fangs bare in defiance as I sneer. "He must marry a she-wolf, one who can carry on the legacy of our pack." Shadow’s response is equally vehement. -"A human cannot comprehend our world or our ways. They are weak, fleeting creatures whose hearts cannot hold the power of the moon."- I nod, a cruel satisfaction enveloping me. "Precisely. Their puny emotions will only lead my son astray from the path of strength and power." Shadow agrees with a savage eagerness. -
ELOISE’S POV: The grand elevator ascends with a hushed elegance, carrying me and my Maddox to a world I had only glimpsed a few times before. As the polished brass doors slide open with a gentle whisper, we step into a palatial penthouse that belongs to a realm far beyond our humble existence. The surrounding that greets us is overwhelming, a symphony of luxury orchestrated with impeccable taste. Marble floors glisten like shimmering pools beneath our feet, reflecting the golden glow of crystal chandeliers that adorn the soaring ceilings. Expansive windows frame a panoramic view of the city's glittering skyline, a sight that steals my Maddox’s breath away. I steady my own racing heart as we’re greeted by a uniformed woman, her demeanor admirably courteous. "Welcome, Ms. Garcia, Master Maddox," she says with a warm smile. "Alpha Braxton, we’ve been awaiting your arrival." “Thank you,” Braxton responds. With a mixture of excitement and anxiety, I follow the woman and Braxton de
Braxton’s fingers caress my cheek, his touch gentle and reverent. He leans in to capture my lips with his own once again, savoring the sweetness of our kiss. As our mouths move in a very passionate manner, my heart races even faster, my body yearning for more. But amidst the heady rush of emotions, unease gnaws at my mind. I break the kiss, breathless, and look into Braxton’s eyes with a mix of desire and apprehension. "Braxton," I whisper, my voice trembling slightly, "I want this, I truly do. But I'm afraid... afraid of what might happen afterward. I don’t wanna get pregnant again. Our Maddox got his blood disease because of our different DNAs." Braxton’s eyes soften, and he caresses my hair, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. "Eloise, there's no need to be afraid. We can take all the necessary precautions. We can be responsible together." My heart warms at his understanding, but the fear lingers. "I know, but even with precautions, there's still a chance, however small. I don'
BRAXTON’S POV: I stand before Maddox, trying to put on a serious face while concealing a smile that’s threatening to burst forth. My little one, with eyes filled with curiosity and a mischievous spark, looks up at me with innocence and determination. "Papa, don't go!" he protests, holding onto my leg like a barnacle on a ship. I chuckle softly, attempting to free myself from the tiny grip. "Oh, buddy, I must go to work. But don’t worry, I’ll return early." “Let’s play,” he says, displaying his puppy eyes. For the first time, an urge of hesitation to go to work rushes through me, torn between the call of duty and the pull of my heart. My gaze softens as I brush Maddox’s hair off his forehead. "We’ll have more time together when I get home, buddy." His pouted lips make me add, "Oh, but think of all the fun things you can do here while waiting for my return. You can become the mighty ruler of this castle! You can command the things you can see around here, and they shall obey your
-"You seem nervous?”- I pause, meeting the piercing gaze of Squall through my mind. ‘I am, but I know what I must do. The press conference is not just about refusing the engagement; it is about making a stand for my right to choose my own path.’ Squall nods in understanding. -”A powerful declaration indeed. But be wary, Braxton. The world can be unforgiving. Your actions may spark anger and fear.”- ‘I am aware of the risks,’ I reply, my eyes flaring with determination. ‘But I cannot allow our pack's destiny to be decided solely by the customs of old. Love and freedom should guide our choices, not duty and politics.’ -”Your father's shadow looms large over this decision. But remember, you are not him. You must lead with your own heart."- I exhale slowly, acknowledging the weight of dad’s legacy. ‘I respect my dad, but I cannot blindly follow his desire. He may have chosen this engagement for the greater good, but I’ll stay true to myself.’ -”Well, goodluck. Even if we alwa
"Braxton," dad’s voice is low and menacing, "I have given you every opportunity to marry well, to secure our pack’s legacy, and yet you insist on this... this dalliance with that human." I stand firm, my jaw clenches, though fear ripples beneath my façade of defiance since Eloise and Maddox may now face the wrath of dad’s cruelty. Dad’s eyes narrow more into slits, and he stands up to mirror my firm stance. Then he steps forward, closing the distance between us with an imposing gait. He reaches for a nearby cane, running his fingers along its polished surface as a menacing grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "Very well, then," he sneers, "If you're so enamored with that wretched girl, perhaps you need a reminder of what's at stake." My heart pounds in my chest, the gravity of dad’s threat sinking in like an anchor in stormy waters. I glance towards the portrait of my beloved mother, hoping for strength from her memory, but all I see is disappointment in her painted eyes. "I wil
When the moonlight starts to bathe my office’s space, my gaze is drawn to the figure that emerges from the shadows of my mind – Squall, its fur a silvery-gray that mirrors the moon's glow. His gold eyes bear an intelligence, a connection that transcends the boundaries of human speech. "Squall," my voice is a quiet rumble that resonates in the stillness. "Tonight, I’ll stand at a firm belief, a choice that will surely ripple through the threads of our pack's destiny." -"I’m so proud of you for choosing to stand against the tide of convenience.”- He declares, his voice firm like the air billowing around me. He then steps forward, his powerful frame radiating a sense of purpose. In the moonlight, his eyes flicker with an ancient wisdom, a sentinel of instincts and loyalty. Now is the time of reckoning, the time when I’ll address the press and, by extension, the country. I’ve spent the past hours locked in negotiations with myself and Squall, grappling with decisions that will shape