Novel & Cerita Alpha Enzo And Lila

I heard a voice behind me, and I turned to see a young woman and a little girl standing close to her. "Hi." I awkwardly said ,wondering why she called me ma'am. "Welcome to Golden Stone Pack House, my name is Lena and I will be guiding you to the Alpha's room." The woman said and I cringed. Alpha's room? "I don't understand, can you elaborate please." I wiped my sweaty hands on my dress. "Yes ma'am, Beta Javier has assigned me to take you to Alpha Tristan’s room, it is the rightful place of his Luna," Lena said and I heard a loud bang in my head.

Ellis barely laughed with anyone. Minutes later, Ellis and her unknown guest came into the living room. Time stood still as I took in the man who towered over Ellis and me. A six-foot-four demi-god with firm, broad shoulders, a right arm covered in tattoos and muscles that could make anyone do a double-take. His commanding aura told me he was an Alpha. I just didn’t know which pack. My pack was run by a Luna. “Alpha Enzo, this is my goddaughter, Alexandra. She lives alone and barely visits me anymore.”

MARA After breakfast, Lila led me down the east corridor where the walls held portraits of past Alphas and Lunas, their faces caught in strokes of oil and shadow. The air had the scent of lemon polish and parchment. She walked ahead, her pace measured, the hem of her gray dress brushing the floor in long, even sweeps. The door to her study opened with a soft click. Inside, sunlight spilled across the maps pinned to the far wall, their edges curled with age. Notes filled every margin—patrol routes, treaty marks, herbal records. The room breathed order.

Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was. Shaking my head, I whispered. “Silly, Alpha Nox. It’s not purple.” “It’s not? Then what is it?” He tilted his head curiously. A savage grin slashed its way across my face. “It’s lilac.”

Phoenix giggles while jumping up out of bed and darting out the door. "Nope, being eight months pregnant would slow anyone down." I shake my head at the idea of Phoenix helping Alana wrangle the younger kids. "It does make one slower; I can't believe Liliana was able to give her everything back." Ares looks over at me, I gaze into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes as I take in his fresh yuzu and bamboo scent.

she shrugged, “he just naturally has it bad for you. You are gorgeous.” I collapsed onto the couch, mind spinning. “I thought mate bonds were stronger than anything else.” “They should be,” Mira murmured, softer now. “But with Halo involved? Who knows?” --- Later, we returned to the living room. Julia and Layla giggled, whispering. “What’s so funny?” Mira asked. Layla fanned her face. “Alpha Renzo. He grabbed Azalea, threw her over his shoulder, and stormed upstairs. They’re still in their honeymoon phase.”

Leo dropped the book onto the coffee table and started flicking through the pages so fast I thought he was going to test them. “Here, page 275…. The wolf’s eyes are remarkable. Whether there is an Alpha or Omega they always remain the same color. It is believed that the Moon Goddess is a way to remind us that we are all special to her and are all of equal value to her and each other. In her eyes we are all gold.

Lila’s voice was soft but filled with awe, her hazel eyes glowing with emotion as she looked at Alya, the sunlight illuminating her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy. “She’s a new chapter,” Lila said, her voice steady, her hazel eyes glowing with purpose, the quill pendant catching the sunlight, the warmth of the glade wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of wildflowers, the glade a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “A story just beginning.” She smiled, her fingers brushing the journal at her side, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph.

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

I trusted her judgment, her visions, but sometimes… sometimes her words were difficult to accept. “Elena,” I said again, more insistent this time. “What did you see?” She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing over the worn pages of a thick, leather-bound book. The symbols etched into the cover were unfamiliar to me, though I had seen similar ones before—in the dreams that had plagued Lila for weeks. “Elena,” I growled, my patience thinning. She finally looked up at me, her pale blue eyes sharp and clear. “The prophecy, Alpha,” she said softly. “It’s worse than we thought.”