Adhler stared at Daimon for a while. He could not gather his thoughts. Now that he looks back, there is very little about the woman that he knows. He does not even know her favorites. What she does when she’s bored, or what her dreams are.Adhler only knows about the Charlene Samarah Adams, who is the younger sibling of his old friend, a fellow student in the academy, and a person he’s starting to fall into.Now, Adhler is even starting to question himself whether he's really falling in love with the woman or is it just the idea of loving her that thrills him. Adhler dismissed Daimon after he examined Charlene. It did not take long for Daimon to stabilize her heartbeat. Adhler instructed him to look further into her condition.Adhler left after making sure that Charlene was asleep. He went straight to his room and slumped onto the bed. He stared at his ceiling, drowning himself deep in his thoughts. ‘What do I want from you? This is not me. I do not do things without gaining somethi

Adhler’s POV I stared at my father for a while before I felt my heart thumping. Unbelievable. Samarah? So… does the incident she had when she was just five have anything to do with my mother’s accident? I heard that it was an encounter with the vampires at that time. Lycans had no business with the vampires. We had maintained peace with them for centuries time. There is no way they’d suddenly attack one of our kind. The queen, at that. “Do not be alarmed. I investigated the matter. It was a coincidence that they passed through the dark forest that day. I heard the coachman they had on them was a spy from the enemy. They were a victim too, son,” “Why are you defending them,” “I just don’t want you to have wild thoughts about the woman you found interesting,” I was stunned. My lips parted as I shifted my weight to face my father. He had never been this invested in my personal life. He’s an absolute ruler. A definition of how a royal should be. He rules his people and treats his su

“Samarah, please don’t give me a reason to be the bad guy,” Adhler caressed her cheeks, tracing her jaw, then held her chin gently. “Because you’re worth every atrocious thing I could commit just to make you mine,” Adhler put Charlene to sleep. She was tired from the journey and from all that had happened that week. Charlene had fallen asleep the moment her back relaxed on Adhler’s bed.The Lycan Prince stared at the woman as he brushed her hair in between his fingers. Gently, he goes up and down, making sure she’s sleeping tight. “I never expected you’d do that, Samarah,” he said, remembering the moment the woman kissed him first. Adhler knew Charlene from the years they spent in the academy.They were not lovers, but they were good friends. They spend the nights in the library, they walk in the garden when they feel stuffed inside the buildings… they watch the moon at night, feeling the breeze against their skin.They eat out at the festivals, they sneak out during night hours to

The raging storm did not stop the young lord from running through the forest. His people were riding horses behind him, and he insisted on going on foot as he deemed it would be faster than the horses.“Adolphus! Adolphus! Addy, slow down!” Lian, a friend, and a colleague, followed him in the running. He could not bear seeing the young lord on his own when there could be monsters lurking by the vast forest. Lian could understand Alphonse’s haste, but he could also see a tired and desperate friend who could kill himself if not controlled in this storm.“We are just two towns away. You should slow down a little!” Lian shouted, making sure his voice was heard through this storm. Adolphus looked at him with raging eyes. His expression is dark, but you can sense the sadness in his eyes.Worry, depression, anger, and sadness. Lian punched him. “What the hell!?” Adolphus punched him back. Lian spit blood and stood up before punching the young lord again.“What the hell are you doing?” Adolp

Adhler stared at the woman sleeping on his lap. He did not know how it happened. He was resting his head on her shoulders, and the next thing he knew was that Charlene was sleeping on his lap.He let out a chortle before fixing her position. Adhler thought it must have hurt on the neck. Charlene looks uncomfortable, but surprisingly enough— she sleeps so well! Adhler was brushing her hair between his fingers when someone entered the room. He glanced at the door and saw a woman in her thirties looking at them with serious eyes. She does not look displeased but not particularly delighted either. She cleared her throat before sitting on the couch, “She looks tired,” the professor commented, looking at Charlene now. Adhler stared at her before averting his gaze to Charlene. “She is,” he replied. “What took you so long to approve our research?” Adhler asked directly. His patience is not long enough to tolerate such a late approval when the matter is fighting with time. Adhler knows that