Tony and I walked along the streets of Paris. He'd made my stay here so wonderful. Despite the heartbreak, I felt from Jalen, being in Paris with Tony by my side made me happy in a way that I couldn't quite explain. He was funny, charming, and an excellent tour guide, showing me all the hidden gems of this beautiful city. We started our day in the morning with croissants and coffee at a charming patisserie, where the sound of sizzling butter filled the air. The flaky, golden layers of the croissants melted in our mouths as we people-watched through the large windows.Next, we visited the iconic Eiffel Tower, taking in the breathtaking view of the city from the top. We snapped some photos and Tony made me laugh with his silly poses. Afterward, we walked around the Champs de Mars park, stopping to admire the street performers and artists.We also visited the Louvre Museum to admire the famous works of art. We spent hours wandering through the galleries, marveling at the masterpieces. I

I had been trying to reach Clarissa for over a week now. I sent her countless voicemails and messages, but all my attempts were unsuccessful. Her phone was switched off and I knew it would take a miracle to reach her. So, I decided to try a different approach and called her best friend Genevieve.As soon as Genevieve picked up, I could hear the hostility in her voice. "Jalen, what do you want?" she said coldly.I took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. "I just want to talk to Clarissa," I replied. "I know I messed up and I'm sorry, but I need to explain myself."Genevieve snorted. "Explain yourself? You cheated on her, Jalen. How do you explain that away?""I didn't cheat on her deliberately," I protested. "I was drugged. I swear to you, I wouldn't do something like that to Clarissa."There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment I thought Genevieve had hung up on me. But then she spoke again, her voice bitter. "I don't believe you,

I was in the final stretch of my stay in Paris and only had two days left. I'd spent the majority of my time here hanging out with Tony and his family. Tony was especially busy these past few days because his little sister, I made, was turning fourteen. I felt emotionally attached to Imade, so I offered to go shopping with Tony to help prepare for her birthday.We walked down the busy streets of Paris, with Tony leading the way. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, and I followed behind, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. The smell of freshly baked croissants and coffee filled the air, making my mouth water.As we walked, Tony filled me in on the details of Imade's birthday party. "My mum wants to throw her a big bash, with balloons, cake, and lots of presents, just to make her happy."We finally arrived at a bustling marketplace, filled with vendors selling all sorts of things. Tony headed straight for a store selling party supplies, and I followed him inside. The

As I stood in the clearing surrounded by the tallest trees in the forest, I felt the weight of the moment settling onto my shoulders. This was the coronation ceremony that marked my ascension to the throne as the Lycan king. The full moon shone bright and clear above, casting an eerie glow on the gathering below. The pack elders and council were all present, their beastly forms looming large and imposing.As the pack leader, I felt a surge of pride and respect for these powerful creatures. I knew that the role of the Lycan king was a heavy responsibility, but I was ready to embrace it. I closed my eyes, savoring the sweet scent of the forest and the whispers of the night.The elders stepped forward, forming a circle around me. They began to chant, their voices rising in a low rumble that vibrated through the air. I felt the magic of the moment wash over me, and I knew that this was truly the beginning of a new chapter in my life.The chanting grew louder, reaching a crescendo as the e

My days were bland and uninteresting as I felt dejected and defeated. I lost the woman I truly loved, and now I proposed to someone I have no attraction to. The thought of spending the rest of my life with someone who doesn't make my heart skip a beat was a heavy weight to bear. I leaned into the leather armchair taking a long drink from my cold bear. The icy liquid provided a temporary escape from all my troubles. It was crazy how everyone expected me to move on, be a man and do the right thing because I knocked someone up. I set the beer down on the table and let out a sigh, trying to ignore the emptiness inside of me. This wasn't the life I imagined for myself, and Malory robbed me of my chance at true love and joy."Jalen are you there," Jaela's melodic voice which by the way I could never get tired of hearing, walked in, her steps slow and hesitant."What the hell, brother," she gasped at the sight of scattered bottles of beer. I reached for a remote control absently flipping