Dorian Grimaldi. It's been two fucking days since I spoke with Eden, I paced around my room, trying to come up with a plan, Gustavo's voice interrupted my thoughts. "So, let me get this straight," he said, "Eden has a mark on her neck, and you didn't put it there?"I glared at him, feeling a surge of anger rising within me. How could he even ask such a question? Gustavo was a wolf like me, and we both knew that the mark on Eden's neck was not something that could be explained by human means.The truth was, I had been avoiding the subject of my kind with Eden, even though we had been seeing each other for months now, but not dating. It was a risk that I had taken because I wanted to protect her from the dangers that came with being involved with a werewolf.But now, as I gazed at Gustavo's skeptical expression, I knew that I had to tell Eden the truth. The longer I waited, the more danger she would be in. It was time for her to know about the existence of the supernatural world and ou

Eden Monroe. As I perused the shelves of the library, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment creeping up inside me. I had been hoping to find a book or two about mythical creatures, particularly werewolves, but so far, I had come up empty-handed. Despite the vast collection of books at my disposal, there seemed to be a gaping hole where the books I needed should be.A quick glance around the library confirmed that there was no one else in my vicinity. I chewed my bottom lip thoughtfully, weighing the pros and cons of seeking out the librarian's help. On one hand, he might be able to point me in the right direction, but on the other hand, I wasn't sure I was ready to share my interest in the supernatural with anyone else.My gaze wandered aimlessly over the spines of the books, until suddenly, I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach. It was a strange feeling, like something was pulling me in a particular direction. Without hesitation, I followed the pull, wandering deeper in

Eden Monroe. I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling as the sunlight poured in through my window. It had been a week since my family had locked me in my room, and I was starting to feel like a prisoner in my own home. The incident with the wolf had changed everything. At first, I was grateful for my family's concern. They had hovered over me, checking on me constantly and making sure I had everything I needed. But as the days dragged on, the confinement became unbearable. My room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage. The world I had just learnt about was thrilling to me, even though I almost got killed a week ago, by luck I survived. I remembered seeing something surprising, before I got home, all my open injuries I had were all closed up and I was left gaping in amazement. I didn't know who to tell and even if I had, I had no idea how to explain something like that. The only person I could tell was Dorian who had been MIA since a week ago. I remember the scene that happened

Dorian Grimaldi. I was in my wolf form, bounding through the forest towards my home. I had received a call from Gustav, when I was with Eden and I had heard that Lenora's father, Sir Vincent Mendalv, was causing a ruckus in my own home. Anger coursed through me as I wondered what he wanted. What was he going to gain from marrying his daughter to me when he knows that I am never going to love her. She would live a dreadful life all her years till she died. As I approached my house, with my lengthened hearing, I could hear raised voices and the sound of breaking glass.My heart raced as I transformed back into my human form and burst into the house, not caring about my nakedness. The sight that greeted me was chaotic: furniture was overturned, broken glass littered the floor, and Sir Vincent was shouting at my mother while she stayed in a corner, unbothered. "Get out of here, werewolf!" Sir Vincent snarled when he saw me. "You're not fit to be married to my daughter and now you want t

Dorian Grimaldi. .I sat in my large leather chair, surrounded by papers and reports from various pack members. My pack was thriving, and with that came the responsibility of managing its affairs. I had spent countless hours reviewing and approving business proposals, listening to disputes, and overseeing the training of new recruits.As I was deeply engrossed in a particularly long and complicated report, there was a knock on my door. Without looking up, I gruffly called out, "Come in."My beta, Gustavo, entered the room with a worried expression on his face. "Alpha, we have a problem," he said, his voice tinged with urgency.Dorian looked up, his expression wary. "I told you not to call me that whenever we are together. What is it?" I asked, my tone clipped."We've had some reports of rogue wolves in the south of our pack territory," Gustav replied. "They've been causing some trouble, stealing from local farms and causing general chaos. We need to address this before it gets out of