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“Grandma, please don’t worry about me that much,” I said softly, holding my phone close to my ear as I walked along the quiet street. “I’ll come visit you at the hospital soon, okay? And please you don’t have to worry about your medical bills. I promise you, I’ll make sure I…”
The words died on my tongue. A blinding flash of light filled my vision. My heart stopped. A car was speeding straight toward me too fast, too close. “Oh my God!” I gasped, stumbling backwards, but it was too late. The impact came hard, though not enough to throw me off completely. I hit the ground, my phone skidding across the road. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the vehicle now just inches away from me. “Holy hell…” I whispered, clutching my chest. My heart was pounding like a drum. “Who the hell drives like that?!” The car had swerved sharply, smashing into a nearby tree to avoid hitting me full force. Smoke drifted from under the hood, and the front bumper was crushed inward. I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain in my knee, and ran toward the car. The windshield was cracked, and through it, I saw the driver motionless, head tilted slightly against the seat. “Sir?” I called, knocking on the window. “Sir, can you hear me?” “No response.” Panic rose inside me. “Oh no, no, no…” I tried opening the door, and thankfully, it wasn’t locked. I pulled it open and bent down beside him. “Sir?” “He didn’t move.” Up close, he looked… different. His skin was pale, his jaw sharp and defined, his lips parted slightly as though he had been breathing heavily moments before passing out. He looked young, maybe early thirties, but his aura about him felt much older. “Oh God, I hope he’s okay,” I murmured, went to grab my phone on the road and luckily it was still functioning. With a trembling hand and shaking fingers. I dialled the emergency “Hello? I need an ambulance, someone’s been in an accident!” The operator took my location quickly, and I ended the call, still staring at the man. My pulse hadn’t settled. He was beautiful. I froze, realising what I’d just said out loud. “Holy crap, Corvina, pull yourself together,” I muttered, shaking my head. Moments later, sirens blared in the distance. The red and blue lights reflected off the wet road as the ambulance pulled up beside us. Two paramedics rushed over, checking his pulse and vitals. “Miss, are you injured?” one of them asked. “No, no, I’m fine,” I replied quickly. “But he…he passed out after the crash.” They nodded and lifted him carefully onto a stretcher. I stood there, watching, my hands trembling. “Miss, are you coming with us?” one of the nurses asked. I hesitated. My mind screamed no, but my mouth said, “Yes.” Why did I say yes? I had no idea. Maybe it was guilt… of him being hurt and here I'm good and okay even though it wasn't my fault. At the hospital, everything happened quickly. The doctors seemed to recognise him immediately. “Get him to an emergency now!” one shouted. “It’s Alpha Davian!” “Alpha Davian?” The Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack and the King of the werewolf realm. What the fuck! I still can't stop thinking about how I almost got hit by him with his car. I watched as they rushed him into a room, my thoughts tangled between confusion and concern. After what felt like hours, a nurse approached me. “Miss, he’s stable now. You can go in and see him if you like.” “Miss…” I repeated under my breath. The word sounded too formal for someone like me. Still, curiosity won. I took a deep breath and entered the room. And there he was lying on the bed, his face calm and peaceful. The sunlight from the window touched his skin, making it glow faintly. His chest rose and fell steadily. I sat down in the chair beside him, unsure what to do. For a moment, I just stared at his features, which were striking. Sharp cheekbones. Strong jawline. Black hair that curled slightly over his forehead. He looked almost unreal, like someone carved from the night itself. Still finding it hard to believe that he is an Alpha. Then, his eyes flickered open. I jumped slightly, my heart leaping to my throat. “Oh sir, you’re awake!” He blinked, his gaze unfocused for a moment before locking on me. Those eyes… an icy blue that seemed to pierce straight through my soul. “You passed out,” I said quickly, trying to sound calm. “You crashed your car. I….I called the ambulance and brought you here.” He didn’t say a single word, just stared at me. I reached forward instinctively to touch his forehead, to check if he was feverish. Before my fingers made contact, his hand shot up his hand grabbing mine. The touch sent a jolt through my body, like lightning. My breath caught. He looked at me with horror which I couldn't understand the reason for.Stepping through the grand double doors of the university banquet hall felt like entering a completely different world. The vaulted ceiling sparkled with giant crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow across the polished marble floor. Long tables covered in crisp white linen were decorated with tall silver vases of white roses, delicate crystal glassware, and polished silverware. Classical violin music drifted softly through the air. Everything was so stunningly elegant that for a moment, the breath caught in my throat. My eyes swept across the room, taking in the crowd of students. Everyone looked like they belonged on the cover of a high-fashion magazine. The guys wore sharp, tailored tuxedos with silk bowties, and the girls wore sweeping floor-length gowns made of shimmering satin, lace, and velvet that caught the light with every step. Then, my eyes landed on a group standing near the chocolate fountain near the centre of the hall. It was Naomi, flanked by her usu
The morning light crept through the heavy velvet curtains, painting the room in pale gold. I sat up in the center of the massive bed, my chest tightening as the reality of the date hit me. Today was the day. Before getting out of bed, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed Grandma’s number. I needed to hear her voice before stepping into whatever chaos awaited me. The line rang twice before her soft, familiar tone filled my ear. "Good morning, my sunshine," she cooed gently. "You're up early." "Morning, Grandma," I said, forcing a bright, cheery tone into my voice. "I just wanted to check in on you before my busy schedule starts today." "Oh, don't you worry about an old woman like me," she chuckled softly, though a faint breathlessness betrayed her frail heart. "The nurses here are taking wonderful care of me. Doctor Shapiro even stopped by this morning to adjust my vitamins. But what about you? You sound like you're carrying the weight of the world on your should
I hurried up the wide mahogany staircase, my footsteps muffled by the thick runner rug I didn't stop until I was safely inside my bedroom. I closed the grand double doors behind me and leaned my back against it letting out a long, shuddering sigh. Slipping down until I was sitting on the floor, I rested my forehead against my knees as the silence of the massive room settled over me. My palm throbbed with a dull, rhythmic sting where the High Priestess had sliced my skin. I brought my hand up to my face, carefully unwrapping the makeshift bandage I had applied at school. The cut was a raw, thin crimson line a quiet, physical reminder of the heavy secret I was carrying. He’s facing a global summit, a deadly curse, and a brother who wants him dead, I thought, looking around at the quiet luxury of the estate. Still having much to do. And here I am, almost asking him to come to a college dance. It felt naive. Davian lived in a high stakes world of ancient magic, power plays, and br
I walked into the massive house, my heart beating fast with nervousness. I carried my bag down the quiet, marble-floored hallway until I reached the massive mahogany double doors of the grand study. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I gently knocked and stepped inside. The study was breathtaking lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a glowing marble fireplace, and a massive dark-wood executive desk in the centre. Davian was sitting behind the desk, looking impossibly handsome in his dark suit, his jacket discarded over his chair as he reviewed thick legal folders. Hearing me enter, he looked up. The cold, dangerous look in his eyes instantly softened the moment his gaze landed on me. I offered him a small, nervous smile, stepping closer to his desk. "Davian..." "Corvina," he said, his deep voice filling the quiet room. "What is it?" My fingers tightly clutched the edge of my bag. I unzipped the front pocket, pulled out the heavy silver blood-talisman necklace the High Prie
"Oh my gosh, Naomi! What on earth happened to your face?!" The shrill, high-pitched voice of Amanda echoed across the lecture hall the moment I walked through the double doors. I took a quiet seat near the back row, pulling my beige jacket tightly around myself to stay low-profile. Up near the front row, Naomi was sitting at her usual desk, but her flawless, arrogant look was completely ruined. A dark, swollen purple mark covered her left cheek, hidden poorly under a thick layer of her makeup. "My dad slapped me yesterday," Naomi snapped in a bitter, stressed whisper, though the quiet classroom made it easy for me to hear every word. "He thinks I did something to piss off Alpha Davian Storm! He said Alpha Davian is blacklisting our entire family business and pulling all our government contracts. But I swear, I didn't do anything to him!" Amanda gasped loudly, covering her mouth. "Alpha Davian?! Why would the Alpha King target your father?" "That's what I'm trying to figure o
"Did she take the money, Joey?" I asked, leaning back against the leather chair inside my private office. "Yes, Alpha," Joey replied smoothly, bowing his head slightly. "Regina just reported that the Luna took the black card and left the estate right after." A bitter, cold smirk played on my lips. "She is not the Luna yet, Joey," I reminded him, my voice flat and devoid of emotion. "We have to mate first... and when we do, she will die." I turned my gaze out the window, a dull ache twisting in my chest. So, she took the five million dollars, I thought to myself. And here I was starting to think she was different. She claimed she didn't care about money, but she lied just like everyone else. An hour later, Joey and I arrived at the ancient sanctuary of the High Priestess, hidden deep within the sacred grounds of the pack territory. We stepped inside her dimly lit altar room, where burning incense filled the heavy air. "It is ready, my Alpha," the High Priestess spoke, her r







