Glow Worm

"Good evening, Mom. How was your day?" "My day was good, my love. How is yours going?" Her voice was a soothing balm against the stress of the day. "It’s... busy. My boss gave me a mountain of work to finish before tomorrow morning, so I won't be coming home tonight. I’m going to stay late and then head straight back in." "Oh, my dear," she sighed. "Just be careful. Don't get into any trouble." "I won't, Mom. Did you take your medication?" I asked, knowing how she tended to forget when I wasn't there to nag her. "Ah... I’ll take it now." "Mom, please. You need to stay strong for me." "I will, I will. I love you, Annabelle." "Love you too." After I hung up, the silence of the office felt even heavier. The lights were dimmed, except for the glow from my monitor and the soft yellow light spilling from Elias’s office. He was still in there, a silhouette of intense focus as he reviewed the project details. Suddenly, a sharp ping echoed through the quiet room. I jumped slightly, my eyes snapping to my computer screen. Unknown Email. No encrypted address. No profile picture No signature. Whoever sent this, don't want to be traced. "What is this?" I muttered, my skin crawling with a sudden, inexplicable chill. The subject line was written in bold, stark capital letters: BEFORE THE INVESTMENT. My pulse shifted into a frantic rhythm. I hesitated, my mouse hovering over the notification. When I finally clicked, my breath hitched. It wasn't just a message; it was a cache of attached documents, internal financial transfers, offshore account statements, and adjusted revenue projections. I realized instantly that these were different from the official files Elias had given me.

It wasn't the end of the world when I caught my husband cheating on me. That's when I found out who he really was. It wasn't just that his lover was blooming with his child. He had made her glow with love. His long-lost love. The woman's fate picked over me. I was told to run by everyone. Leave him alone. Start over. But I don’t run anymore. And I don’t break softly. Because my husband, the Alpha who swore he loved me, forgot who he married. He forgot about the family tree I never told him about. The one strong enough to destroy an entire pack. While he hides behind his fated mate, someone else steps into my life. A man with eyes like frozen smoke. A billionaire Alpha with darker feelings than my husband ever dared hold. A man who touches me like I’m a secret he’s been hungry for. I know he wants payback. I know he’s using me. Maybe I’m using him too. But then the woman leaves. My husband begins to lose everything his company, his pack, his mind and a furious truth about my own ancestry detonates beneath my feet. Worse? The woman carrying his child might not be the only one pregnant. Because fate has its own strange sense of humor… and my body has its own secret growing inside it. Now one man wants to claim me. One wants to ruin me. And one of them is hiding the most terrible truth of all. Tell me Should I stay the victim? Or become the storm none of them will survive? Because tonight, someone loses everything. And it sure as hell won’t be me.

Inès, 19 ans, est une jeune fille discrète, rêveuse, et pleine de douceur. Depuis le lycée, elle n’a d’yeux que pour Rayane, son premier amour, son évidence. Ils vivent une relation intense, faite de promesses murmurées au creux des silences et d’instants suspendus. Pour elle, il est l’homme de sa vie. Pour lui… elle n’en est pas si sûre. Quand elle découvre qu’elle est enceinte, Inès croit d’abord à un miracle déguisé. Un signe que leur amour est assez fort pour devenir une famille. Mais Rayane, lui, ne partage pas cet espoir. À la nouvelle, il se ferme, recule, puis fuit. Il la quitte avec quelques mots froids, et l’abandonne face à une vie qui change brutalement. Brisée, rejetée, et déjà jugée par son entourage, Inès doit apprendre à se reconstruire seule, à aimer ce bébé qu’elle porte comme un rappel douloureux… et une force inattendue. Son glow up ne sera pas seulement physique, mais émotionnel, intérieur. Ce que Rayane pensait briser devient le point de départ d’une renaissance. Entre douleurs, combats silencieux et lumière retrouvée, Inès apprendra à ne plus attendre qu’on la sauve. À ne plus mendier l’amour, mais à l’incarner. Et peut-être… à découvrir qu’une nouvelle forme d’amour peut fleurir là où l’ancien a fané. “Il est parti. Je suis restée. Mais je ne suis plus la même.”

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

My mate, Andrew Claude, is the Alpha of the Celestial Pack, the sworn rival of my father’s Venus Pack. For three years, we have hidden our bond, knowing that our union could either bring peace between the packs or ignite war. On Lunar Year's Eve, beneath the full moon’s silver glow, we stand on the castle terrace, whispering promises of our future. Tonight, we finally agree to perform our bonding ritual, sealing our fates before revealing our love to our parents. My wolf stirs in anticipation, her instincts urging me toward him. But then, Andrew leaps down into the grand fire-dance festival, his powerful wolf form shifting mid-air before landing in a flourish. The scent of burning pine and roasted venison fills the air, warriors howling in celebration. The pack’s bonfire crackles with enchanted flames, casting shadows of prowling wolves against the towering stone walls. I watch from above, heart pounding with joy—until my smile fades. In the heart of the revelry, Carol Sinclair, an Omega maid, clutches a bundle of enchanted fireworks. Andrew strides to her, a warm, easy grin on his face. With a flick of his fingers, golden flames dance from his palms, sparking the firework in her hands. "A little fire magic to help you, Carol," he chuckles. She gasps in admiration, giggling as the firework ignites—only for it to spiral out of control. It veers wildly, the enchanted embers lashing through the air. Searing pain blooms across my arm. The stench of burning flesh fills my nose. I barely react before Carol bursts into tears and flees into the crowd. Before I can speak, Andrew turns on me, his golden eyes flashing with rage. The onlookers fall silent, ears twitching to catch their Alpha’s words. “Did you bully her, Bella?” His growl rumbles deep in his chest. “Just because you’re an Alpha’s heir doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!” The warriors glance at each other, their tails stiff with tension. I stagger back, stunned. He doesn’t even ask if I’m hurt.