As I walked through the grand ballroom, in golden light and echoing with laughter and chatter, I felt overwhelmed.The room was suffocating, crowded with elegantly dressed guests who seemed to be enjoying the party.I was not.I wanted to get out here.Finally, I saw my friend, Killian! He was surrounded by a small circle of admirers, his attention completely captured by the girl I had seen him talking to earlier.It was the woman that I pointed out to him when we talked.I smiled and decided not to interfere with them.Where is Lady Sabrina, or perhaps, Alpha Cosma? I should bid goodbye to them first before going out.In my haste, I collided with someone stepping unexpectedly into my path—a woman with striking blonde hair.Her expression twisted into disdain the moment we touched."I beg your pardon," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the din. But it was like throwing oil on a fire."Watch where you're going, you clumsy bitch!" she sneered, her voice dripping with venom."I'm

Steven held true to his promise, but the thought of returning to my pack with him filled me with dread, knowing it would only fan the flames of gossip and speculation.What will I explain to Alpha Cosma?!The last thing I crave is the spotlight.But I know Steven, with his magnetic presence, seems to draw it effortlessly, not just within our own ranks but across multiple packs.To many, he's a prized trophy—a beacon of desire for countless women who yearn for the chance to be chosen as his mate.Throughout our car ride back to the Starlight Sentinels Pack, I remained enveloped in silence."We have arrived," Lycan Steven announced. He was the one who was driving the whole three-hour drive.His eyes were tired, but he hid it with a small smile. "You alright?"I nodded at him and attempted to open the door, but it was locked. My eyes bulged out when I saw him getting out of the car and running towards my door.As I watched Lycan Steven open the door of the gleaming, luxurious car parked

"Are you suggesting that I'm having sex with other women in reality as well?" His question hung in the air, heavy with accusation. My response came out sharper than I intended, "Who knows?" The bitterness in my voice surprised even me. He sighed deeply, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of regret. "I'm aware that I shattered your trust in the past," he admitted, his voice soft yet earnest. "But I'm sincerely hoping for a chance to rebuild it. Nathalie, I'm being completely honest with you. The last time I was intimate with anyone... it was with you." I attempted to mask my astonishment with a scoff. "Really, Steven? Who are you trying to convince?" "I'm not trying to deceive you. It's the truth," he insisted, his gaze steady and sincere. "Fine, believe what you want," I retorted dismissively, leaving the statement to linger between us, a testament to the distance that had grown. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest as I faced Steven. The air between us was thick

I woke up to the ringing of my alarm and started my training. I wore my sports bra and black leggings to go to the hill. Jogging towards it felt like an eternity; a woman approached me with red hair."Hi, you are Nathalie, right?""Hey..." I said, catching my breath. She extended her arms. "I'm Ana. Ana Smith, one of the gamma warriors.""Nice to meet you," I said and smiled at her. She offered me her bottle of water. "Wanna drink?"I was still catching my breath.Damn it! The hill is so steep."No thanks, I have mine," I told her. She chuckled and said, "Alright, then. Do you want to compete?" she challenged me.I grinned at her and competed with her, but she had more endurance than me."I'm done!" I said and drank straight from the remaining water in my bottle. She laughed at me, "Come on, Nathalie! You can do it! Last lap!" she jogged beside me, but I was already out of air.When she suddenly stopped and nodded at someone behind me. "It's Killian..."I gasped, turned around, and sa

Startled awake by an unexpected quiver in the night, I turned to find Lycan Steven beside me, his body convulsing gently, lips tangled in a dance of mumbled curses and fragmented pleas. His brow was slick, drenched in a sheen of sweat as if he'd been running through his nightmares rather than lying beside me.The rapid rise and fall of his chest indicated his accelerated breathing, each breath a shallow, ragged gasp as though air itself was scarce in the landscape of his nightmare. Occasionally, a soft moan or a stifled cry would escape his lips, the audible manifestations of his anguish."Hey, Steven..." I whispered again, my voice laced with concern.Despite my gentle tone, he jerked away, his eyes snapping open, wild and unseeing. For a moment, he didn't seem to recognize me, his gaze darting around the room in panic."It's me, it's just me," I hurried to reassure him, my voice steady but soft, hoping to pierce through the haze of his terror.He blinked rapidly, his breathing still