Novel & Cerita Beast Doojoon

“Maybe you are over reacting again. What if Sky is really in here waiting for you.” Amari said. “That does not explain why Carl needs to put a sleeping pill in my water.” “Hmm…Yeah, you’re right. It did sound suspicious.” “Who are you? Where am I? Where is Sky?” I asked him. He tilted his head as if thinking of something. “Oh, you mean Alpha Dimitri.” “I’m Alpha Drake of the Full Moon Pack. You are in our territory right now. Don’t be scared, you are safe.” I feel like burning inside upon hearing that I’m in another Alpha’s territory without my mate in sight.

After the whole door was opened, there was some vague shadow of someone, the villain of the whole story, a dog. No! Telling a dog to him would be an insult to a dog as dog is the most loyal animal but this old gag was more like cunning fox. "Welcome, miss Belle!" he said. I could hear his ugly voice and recognise if even from far afar. "Dario Damelo!" I prounounciated his name from my mouth. "Quite a smart girl," he said. I could hear his footsteps walking towards me. "What do you want from me?" I asked. "Something only you could give to me," he said and continued.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

Luna Zoya yells and I bow my head mostly to hide my smirk. "But it is true. Domenico's mate is human. He will suffer the ultimate loss... We give everything to perform the task the creator gave us and yet our hearts mean nothing. How cruel it is to give us the mate bond and then bond us to someone will we outlive," I reply before raising my head to look at the two?

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

“It’s impossible for me to apologize. I’m not on the same side as you, anyway. I have already defeated Hell Doyen, and Admiralporium is going to lock him up.” “What!?” Hawk turned pale with shock, and his face was filled with disbelief. “You’ve actually defeated Hell Doyen. That’s impossible. He’s a magic circle grandmaster!” Even Beckham was shocked to learn of this! He was Eden Joy’s member, so he was well aware of an influential figure like Hell Doyen and knew how powerful this man was. Hell Doyen was an extraordinarily powerful man who once tricked the chief of Admiralporium. However, even such a powerful figure was defeated by Kayson!

I didn’t even know what that meant, but the beast within me demanded it and so did I. “I know. I wish I could—” A loud knock on the door behind broke him off. A serious looking man with a buzz cut poked his head in. “Alpha. It’s time.” He said solemly. “Shit.” Graeme said and turned to the nearest chair, lowering me gently into it.

A good morning would be nice, but whatever. “That’s enough right? We can grab some food outside later. So get ready, fast.” “Get … what?” “If you don’t want to waste your time in bed, you better wake up,” he throwed the dry bathrobe at me. He must have taken a bath before I woke up. I was still in my shirt and pants, yet he was already looking good with that black turtleneck, trench coat, and a trouser. This was giving beauty and the beast, and he wasn’t the beast. At least, not on the outside.

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

Struggling to understand the dream I had just woken up from, I clutched my tummy with my trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated the shocking revelation I had just learned: Tristan was my mate. The words danced in my mind, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It sent shivers down my spine. The implications of the mate bond were both terrifying and heartwarming to me. I tried to hide the shock that rippled through me, but my hands trembled, and I felt a mixture of fear and warmth. Fear because I had no idea what being mated to Tristan would mean, and warmth because I hoped that, through the bond, Tristan would come to love me and protect our child.