Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand with the Lycan: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Scarlett’s POV As I gradually opened my eyes, I was immediately greeted with a piercing pain in my head that radiated through my skull. It was as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to my brain. I tried to focus and recollect the events of the previous night, but my mind was a foggy mess, unable to grasp anything substantial. I felt a strange sensation throughout my body, as if I had just finished an exhausting marathon. My muscles were sore and aching, and every movement seemed to require an immense amount of effort. It was almost as if I had been hit by a truck. As I lay there, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night, bits and pieces of the events started to filter in. Slowly but surely, the blur began to take shape, and my mind was able to make sense of what had happened. The Night earlier……. As Marco's hands ran down my body, I couldn't help but shiver with excitement. I closed my eyes as his lips landed on my neck, eliciting soft moans from my l

Macro’s POV I stormed out of my room and made my way to my father's chamber, my anger boiling up inside of me. I knew that I was in for a heated conversation. As I entered the room, I could see that my father was already angry. "Why can't you settle down, Marco?" Alpha Damian growled. "You're going to be taking the throne soon, and you can't keep flirting around with all the maidens of the land. I want to see my grandson before I die." I bristled at my father's words. I had no intention of settling down and producing an heir just because my father wanted me to. "I'll settle down when I find the right woman," I replied through gritted teeth. "I won't be forced into anything." "You're being selfish, Marco," my father spat. "You have a duty to your people and your pack. You need to start thinking about the future." "I am thinking about the future," I countered. "But I won't be pressured into a loveless marriage just for the sake of producing an heir. I want to find someone I truly lo

Scarlett’s POV I found myself immersed in solitude within the embrace of the garden's enchanting presence. The air, caressed by a tender breeze, danced harmoniously among the foliage, orchestrating a melody that resonated with the tempestuous whirlwind of thoughts whirling within me. Enveloped in my introspection, abruptly, a familiar voice materialized, shattering the tranquil stillness that had settled around me. As I settled into the solitary haven of the garden, its allure encompassed my senses, captivating me in a profound embrace. The symphony of nature played out before me, as the delicate zephyr whispered its secrets through the rustling leaves. It was a gentle lullaby, intertwining with the tumultuous tempest swirling within the depths of my mind. Immersed in contemplation, I was caught off guard by an unexpected intrusion—a voice, once known, breaking the silence with a resounding crack. The garden, a sanctuary for reflection, had become my refuge from the chaotic outside

Marco’s POV My father's frustration reached its boiling point, his face contorted with anger and disappointment. In a fit of rage, he raised his hand and delivered a stinging slap across my face. The room fell silent, the echo of the impact lingering in the air. Shock and pain washed over me as I clutched my cheek, my eyes welling up with tears. The emotional turmoil I had been wrestling with suddenly transformed into a seething anger. The weight of his expectations, the years of feeling controlled, had finally reached its breaking point. "You dare strike me?" I hissed through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I won't be treated like a puppet any longer. I deserve respect, Father, as your son and as a human being." My father's expression wavered between remorse and defiance, but I was no longer willing to bear witness to his volatile emotions. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. As

Scarlett’s POV I pulled away from Marco, my body still humming with desire, as the knock on the door interrupted our intimate moment. My heart raced, and a mix of annoyance and curiosity flickered in my eyes as I called out, "Who's there?" The muffled voice on the other side responded, "Your Highness, it's a messenger with urgent news. The King requests your presence immediately." A surge of frustration coursed through me. How could this be happening now? Just when Marco and I had found solace in each other's embrace, the outside world intruded upon our private sanctuary. But duty called, and I couldn't ignore the King's summons. Reluctantly, I disentangled myself from Marco's embrace, a sense of longing lingering in the air between us. With a quick, apologetic glance, I hastily adjusted my appearance, ensuring that no trace of our passionate encounter remained visible. "Please inform the King that I will be there shortly," I called out to the messenger, my voice laced with a hint