Andrea was your average girl who was very sweet and hardworking. Only things took a turn when she witnessed her father being killed by an unknown creature. Only it didn't end there she was introduced to a world one would think only existed in the story books and movies. When it seemed like her life couldn't get any worse, she found herself at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was taken and locked up. One look at at Andrea and Alpha Logan knew. 'Mate' Alpha Logan was not one to be messed with, he was the Alpha of the most dangerous pack in the country,he was ruthless, arrogant and heartless. He would stop at nothing to have what is his, Andrea even if it means keeping her locked up. Not because he wanted her but because his pack needed a Luna. Only one little problem Andrea had no intentions of being his Luna and it looked like this fallen angel was fallen for a reason he was anything but sweet or loving. He also was harboring one secret that could ruin Andrea.
view more'Princess are you ready yet?' my father yells from downstairs.
'I'm coming dad!' I then grab my phone from my bed and look at myself one more time at the mirror before heading downstairs.
When I get there I see my father wearing a suit. I just stood there frozen never in my life would I have thought I would ever see my father in a suit not in this lifetime anyway.
'Dad... I thought you said and I quote I will never wear a suit in my life.' I say while smiling at him.
'Today is your special day princess, you only graduate once from college and for you I will make an exception.'
I felt my heart flatter and smiled at him. It was just my dad and I. My mother didn't want me after giving birth to me apparently she wanted a boy instead she got well me, so she gave me to my father not once have a ever heard anything from her,no birthday card or anything but at the same time never once did I lack anything he loved me as both my mother and father and I wouldn't change it.
'Okay let's go before we are late.' I say while dragging him out of the door.
We then got to his motor cycle and I climbed at the back. Memories started flooding in about the storied he used to tell me about this motorcycle. According to him he used to drive me as a baby to and from the hospital in this very bike and I chuckled at that I wonder how he managed.
He then gave me a helmet not that I really wanted it but I knew arguing with him would be a lost cause.
I put on the helmet to please him and he climbed on and drove off.
'Dad can you go a little faster we will be late.' one thing I hate when I am riding with my dad is that he tends to drive slow. He just ignores me.
'Dad!' but it was like it got in one ear then exited the next. I then groaned and kept quiet.
After a grueling long and slow drive we finally make it.
I quickly got off and started running towards the school but I was pulling backwards by a strong grip.
' Give your old man a kiss before you run off kiddo.' I grin and I kissed him on the cheek.
I start to run again only to be stopped agaim
'Dad! What now?' he was kinda starting to piss me off.
'Slow down Dre.' I narrow my eyes at him God I hated that nickname.
'Would you please stop calling me that and I'm going to be late.'
'firstly no and princess stop for a second and breath everything is going to be alright you still have a few minutes left.'
'I get you dad but I need to hurry.' he sighs then let's me go and went over and give him one more kiss this time on the other cheek.
'Wish me luck!' I yell while running towards the school.
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'Andrea Misticc' I go up the podium my heart beating so fast. I was so nervous. Many thoughts running through my head what if I make a fool out of myself like tripping? God that would be so embarrassing.
Only one look at my father all my worries vanished. I got up there and grabbed my certificate with my head held high.
'thank you.' I mumur when I get my certificate. I then shook everyone's hands.
As soon as I got off the stage I was ingulfed in a hug from my father. He spun me around two times while telling me how proud he was of me.
'I did it dad.' I say with tears threatening to fall it wasn't an easy journey the long hours of studying, not sleeping but in the end I conquered all odds with the help of my father.
'I'm proud of you princess.'
'How about we go celebrate.' he was all grin when I looked at him.
'Let's go to our spot.' I suggest.
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We were currently at a little dinner waiting for our food. When a group of people who looked like they were from my class came in laughing and some still celebrating their graduation.
I just stared at them, a ping of pain washing through me. I did not have any friends. I was labeled as the weird girl no one wanted to associate themselves with me and in a way I felt like I did not belong but that didn't mean that I didn't want a friend.
'Are you okay princess?' my father asks me.
I smile 'I'm okay.' he gave me a look but he let it go.
After our little meal we then paid the bill and decided to go home since it was starting to get dark too.
We then got on the bike and drove off. We were currently on the road. 'Dad do you think mom would be proud of me?' I ask and I feel him stiffen.
'Of course sweetie she would be proud of the woman you have become.'
'So why are we not allowed to bring up her name?'
Before he could answer a flash of bright light suddenly appears. I couldn't see anything I was surprised my father could see.
'Hold on tight!' my father demands I was confused next thing I knew we were speeding. I then held on tighter.
'Dad!' but he ignores me and keeps on driving like a maniac.
'Dad what is going on?' I ask starting to panic.
'Da-' suddenly a big dog? Jumps out of nowhere and yanks my father off the motorcycle taking me along with him.
Next thing I knew I heard a thud and a few cracks. I start to see blurry imagines.
Andrea stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands gripping the sink as she splashed cold water on her face. She needed to clear her head, to process everything that had happened. The broken necklace, Rose's revelation, the unsettling feeling that something within her was changing—it was all too much. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.Suddenly, a scent wafted into the bathroom, cutting through her thoughts like a knife. It was a rich, intoxicating aroma, sweet and familiar—strawberries mingled with something deeper, muskier. Her heart skipped a beat, and her senses sharpened as the scent enveloped her.Mate. She sounds in her mind confused as to why she thought of saying that word.The word echoed in her mind, bringing with it a rush of emotions she couldn't comprehend. Her knees wobbled, and she gripped the sink tighter, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew that scent, had dreamed of it in restless nights, but it was stronger now, undeniable and
Andrea wandered through the bustling courtyard of the pack house, her thoughts preoccupied with the revelations of the past days. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cobblestones and painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. She absentmindedly fingered the necklace her father had given her, the one that seemed to hold so many unanswered questions. The necklace had always provided her with a sense of comfort and security, a connection to her past. As she rounded the corner, Andrea found herself face-to-face with Sandra and her entourage. Sandra, with her perfectly coiffed hair and cold, piercing eyes, regarded Andrea with thinly veiled disdain. The atmosphere grew tense, the air crackling with an undercurrent of hostility. Andrea had known Sandra's type well—privileged, entitled, and always ready to belittle others to make themselves feel superior. "Well, well, if it isn't the Luna," Sandra sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What are you doing here al
Andrea stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Logan's study, once a place of potential resolution, now felt like a trap of disappointment and betrayal. Jess's presence on his lap was a stark reminder of everything Andrea had hoped wasn't true.Logan's eyes darted from Andrea to Jess and back, his expression unreadable but guarded. He didn't move to disentangle himself from Jess's embrace, nor did he offer any explanation or apology for what Andrea had walked in on. His silence only deepened the wound in Andrea's heart.Jess, on the other hand, smirked knowingly at Andrea, as if relishing the discomfort she caused. "Looks like you caught us at a bad time," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Andrea clenched her fists, fighting to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "I came here to talk to Logan," she said, her words tinged with bitterness. "But it seems he's busy."Logan's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a flicker of guilt
Andrea stood in the dimly lit study of the main house, facing Logan with a mixture of confusion and frustration. The air between them crackled with tension, each moment stretching taut as she awaited his answer."Why do you hate me so much, Logan?" Andrea's voice quivered slightly, betraying the emotions swirling within her. "What did I ever do to you?"Logan remained silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at her with intensity. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, and Andrea could almost feel the turmoil churning beneath his stoic exterior."You don't know anything about your father, Andrea," Logan finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with bitterness. "You have no idea what he's done."Andrea's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? My father is-was a good man. He would never hurt anyone."Logan's eyes flashed with anger, his restraint slipping slightly. "Your father is the reason I lost my parents," he gritted out, each word laced
Andrea woke with a start, the echo of the mysterious figure and the haunting voice still lingering in her mind. The forest clearing and the river seemed like a distant dream now, but the urgency to unravel the mysteries of her past remained. She needed answers, and she needed them soon.Slipping out of bed, Andrea dressed quickly, her mind racing with fragments of memories and unanswered questions. The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered.She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house.The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any me
Andrea lay in bed, her mind unable to find peace. The weight of the day’s revelations bore down on her, and exhaustion eventually pulled her into a restless sleep. Her dreams carried her back to a time she had long tried to forget—a time when a woman once visited their home.---The living room of Andrea’s childhood home was filled with the warm, comforting glow of the fireplace. She was no more than seven years old, playing with her dolls on the soft carpet while the aroma of her father’s cooking wafted from the kitchen. It was a scene of domestic tranquility, yet a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.Andrea’s father, Jonathan, stood by the window, his face a mask of concern. A woman named Evelyn, entered the room, her movements tense and her expression strained. Andrea, sensing the change in the atmosphere, looked up from her playthings, her young mind alert to the undercurrents of distress in the air.The woman came to her and picked her up.“You look so much like your gran
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