All Chapters of A Nightstand With An Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Celeste, your parents are dead.”I stilled, slowly turning my head, tilting it sideways as if I hadn’t heard him right, as if my ears had betrayed me or it was just one of these expensive jokes."Today's my birthday, uncle, that's too much even if you want to surprise me," I said, turning towards him."It's not a joke Celeste, they were attacked," he said again.“That’s not possible,” I whispered, a shaky laugh breaking from my lips. “No. They went to the neighboring pack. It’s just… it’s just a trip, they’ll be back. You’re wrong.”But his face his expression didn’t move. No twitch of humor, no hint of teasing,that made my smile falter and vanish altogether.“Please,” my voice cracked, my throat suddenly too dry to breathe. “Please tell me you’re joking.”“I’m not, Celeste.” Adrian’s tone was smooth, carefully even, but there was no warmth. “Their bodies are outside and”I didn’t wait, my chest seized, my legs moved on their own. I pushed past him, the hallway spinning as I ran down

Celeste’s POVFive hours later.Everyone had left. The wolves, Thorne, and Lila were the first to leave, while I knelt in the rain, staring at their graves as though staring too much would bring them back to life.But eventually, my body gave up. I dragged myself back into the house, soaked to the bone, mud filling the walls. The walls smelled like home and strangers at the same time.And then I heard her.“I didn’t think you’d leave their graves,” Lila’s voice floated across the room, sugar-slick and venomous. She was leaning against the kitchen doorway, twirling a strand of hair like this was just another afternoon. “Thought you wanted to go down and be buried alongside them.”“Oh no,” Thorne’s voice joined hers, easy, mocking. “You want her to curse your parents in their graves if she were to go down with them?”They burst into laughter. Not nervous laughter. Not grief. Actual laughter. My fingers dug into my damp dress. I could taste bile creeping up my throat.Before I could even

Kaelith’s POV "Alpha, don't you think you've had more than enough?" That was Marcus, his voice sounding very faintly in my head. I had already passed reason not to drink, and right now, I cared less about what people might say. All I could see was Elara's soft eyes, staring back at me in the shadow, and somehow accusingly. "The Elara that I know wouldn't want you to be in this state." Marcus continued with his lecture, but it was all in vain, making him to leave me alone in Nocturne's private lodge. I don't really blame him. He has no idea what it means to lose someone, a special someone you couldn't live without. As I lay in bed, trying so hard to get a grip on myself. I suddenly perceived something. It came faintly at first. Then, the scent came again, heavier this time. It was the smell of honey and wild jasmine, though faint, but too familiar to be ignored. It hit me like a lightening, my heartbeat pulsing. Right inside me, my wolf stirred violently in recognition...that was

Kaelith’s POV "Alpha, you're finally awake." That was Marcus, his voice a bit disturbing because of my hangover. I battled to remain stable to my environment, my head spinning around. Did I really drink that much last night? Why didn't he put more effort into stopping me? "Barely," I responded while groaning, dragging my hands to my face. "Tell whoever is bent on destroying my morning to stop that infernal noise." "That must definitely be your heartbeat," he muttered in amusement, taking a step backward. "From the much you took yesterday, you reek of whiskey and regret." I immediately shot him a him a deadly glare, but surprisingly, that didn't make him flinch. Well, beta Marcus wasn't one to shake at a mere glare. "Did I..." I stopped halfway, the words struggling to come out. Did I behave in a stupid way last night? As I was in deep thought, trying so hard to recall what happened the night before, images began flooding my mind. At first, there was that beautiful scent of hone

Celeste’s POV "Are you sure you're taking me through the right path?" I'm asked, carefully clutching my bag very tight like my life depends on it. I glanced around to take a mental note of my environment, and the distance we've covered in case of emergency. The forest surrounded us on both sides, all smelling of dark secrets. The man with me was just a step ahead, taking a slow pace. He turned to face me immediately I said that, his face void of any expression. His eyes sharp, calm but filled with many secrets. "I remember you asking me that more than three time in the last three minutes." He said, his tone oddly patient for a stranger. "Are you insinuating that I look like someone who can easily get lost?" I frowned, finding it very strange. "That would have been better, because you have the appearance of someone who can easily sell me to a pack filled with rogues." He chuckled softly on hearing that, completely amused instead of showing any sign of anger. "I had the intention