The Playboy Lycan King's Obsession

Aveline's POV The day has finally arrived. It's the day I've dreamed about since I was a little girl. Today, I will get engaged to my crush, my mate, my everything—Ethan Blackwood. A bright smile spread across my face as I stepped out of my closet, already dressed for the evening celebration. Unlike most girls who dreamed of sunny garden parties, I always imagined mine unfolding beneath the evening sky. Ethan, being the gentleman he is, allowed me to choose the time for the celebration. I picked three in the afternoon so the festivities could continue well into the night. Exactly how I've imagined it since I was six years old. I knew I wasn't the only girl who had fallen for Ethan Blackwood. He was handsome, kind, and came from one of the most respected Alpha families in the region. But he was mine. Or at least, he would officially be mine by the end of today. Ever since we met, Ethan has been nothing but caring and attentive. Everyone in the Crescent Moon Pack knows him, an

Aveline POV My legs felt stuck to the ground. My breath came out shallow and uneven, as if my lungs had forgotten how to function. I still couldn’t understand what was happening. My father...? Gone? Gone where? For what? Just a few hours ago, I was at my engagement party, laughing and smiling, believing my life was finally coming together. I was going to be Ethan Blackwood’s fiancée. Then everything shattered in a single night. I found my fiancé with another woman. Now I had come home to find my father taken away. Neighbors had gathered outside, whispering in low, anxious tones. Their eyes flickered between the flashing lights and my broken mother. “Dear, you should take your mother inside. It’s too cold out here,” an elderly woman said softly, her voice heavy with pity. I blinked rapidly, still in disbelief, then forced myself to move. I walked to my mother and gently pulled her from the ground. “Mom, let’s go inside,” I whispered, my v

Aveline POVI already knew Lyla was going to eat this story up.Everyone needs that one person. The one you run to when your life is falling apart. The one you can cry to, laugh with, rant to, gossip with... someone who never gets tired of hearing every tiny little detail.Lyla was that person for me.She always had been.My own day one.I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, wondering where exactly to begin."So..." I dragged out."How do I even start this?"Lyla grabbed both of my hands immediately, practically bouncing where she sat."Girl, start anywhere!" she laughed. "Middle, beginning, end—I don't care. Just start talking before I explode."I laughed."Easy. You're squeezing my hands like you're trying to juice an orange."She immediately loosened her grip."Oh! Sorry."Then she grabbed them again."But hurry."I rolled my eyes playfully."You're impossible.""I've accepted that."I smiled to myself before taking a deep breath."So...""I met a stra

After less than an hour on the road, we pulled into the driveway of my house.The moment the car rolled to a stop, my smile faded.The memories came rushing back so suddenly it almost felt like I was standing in that exact moment again.The flashing patrol lights.The neighbors whispering outside.My mother's cries.The officers leading my father away in handcuffs.I slowly climbed out of the car, my gaze lingering on the front porch. It was the same house I'd grown up in, yet somehow it felt... different now.Quieter.Colder.Almost like the walls themselves were grieving.Lyla rounded the car and shut the passenger door with a soft thud before looking over at me.“You okay?”I forced a tiny smile.“Yeah... let's go.”She didn't look convinced.She simply reached over and intertwined her fingers with mine.We walked toward the front door together.The silence inside the house felt even heavier.Usually, Mom would have music playing while cooking, or the television

Aveline POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing invisible wrinkles from my coat for what had to be the tenth time.The white lace lingerie hidden beneath it clung perfectly to my skin, making me feel both beautiful and ridiculously nervous. It had been bought months ago for a future that no longer existed. A future with Ethan.Now...It was wrapped around my body for an entirely different man.I let out a slow breath before turning sideways, inspecting myself one last time.The coat concealed everything perfectly. From the outside, I looked completely innocent. No one would ever guess what I was wearing underneath.“Girl...” Lyla whistled dramatically from where she sat on my bed. “If the Lycan King doesn't lose his mind tonight, then maybe he's actually blind.”I covered my face, groaning.“Can you stop making me nervous?”“Oh no.” She jumped off the bed. “I'm doing the exact opposite. I'm hyping you up.”She walked over and adjusted the collar of my coat before tak