Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

Wow, a bath would be great right now. Grayson takes a seat by my side, as my legs still cower underneath the blanket. "It's important you don't freak out," he tells me. Instantly, his words have the opposite effect to what he intended. My heart flutters at the insinuation of bad news. It's early in the morning, my mate is looking nervous, and now suddenly, he's holding my hands between his own. I'm captured in his intrusive gaze, as he suggests I don't worry without even speaking. But nonetheless, his next sentence shocks me. "Lexia, I'm a Phantom Wolf."

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

She was the one everybody already seemed to expect him to choose. Gwen Harding. A high-born female of River Howl. The second child of Elder Harding, whose older daughter is already the Luna of Sea Crescent, River Howl's neighboring pack. A true noble. Her sister is already a Luna. Gwen will be one too. Luna of River Howl or Moon Shadow. Or whatever pack Caden eventually forms or claims. I'd caught his eyes on her more times than I can count last night. Not to mention his mom and his friends sticking close to the girl. Like her own personal bodyguards. Caden already laid claim to Gwen publicly. I need to remember that and stop anticipating his visit.

“She fought some warriors, and next she’s offered a title and a place in the pack?!” It seemed they had been discussing my invite before I walked in. My heart hammered, pounding away in my chest but outwardly, I tried to appear calm. I remained silent while Alpha Tristan spoke up. “Sit down, Gwen,” Gwen. So this was the lady Guinevere… acting Luna of Silver Moon pack. My eyes sized her up again as she scoffed and sat down. She was obviously against the idea but respected the Alphas. Interesting. “I don’t like it,” Lady Gwen shook her head, annoyed. “She’s the daughter of another Pack’s alpha! She could be a spy for all we know. It’s ridiculous she’s even being considered for the position—”

I stood leaning against the wall outside her room when I sensed a subtle shift in the air as a figure appeared from the corner of my eyes. I lifted my head, and there the unwanted guest was, Gwen. Dressed in white like she was some grieving saint instead of the snake she was. For a split second, I was genuinely surprised, not because she had the audacity to show up here, but because of how calm she looked, cosplaying a saint as usual. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out low, controlled. She slowed her steps, stopping a few feet away from me. “I heard about Elara,” she said softly.

“I told you right? It is real and possible.” Gwen stood there, staring at her corpse, her face pale but resolute. “I told you,” she whispered. “I was given a second chance. The Moon Goddess brought me back.” I swallowed hard, my mind swirling. “We need to figure this out,” I said, more to myself than to anyone else. Ethan walked closer to Gwen’s body, kneeling, and examining it. “There’s no denying it, Lucian,” he muttered. “This is her,”

Gwen arranged for a private meeting with the young woman under the guise of mentorship. “My dear,” Gwen said with a warm smile, “I couldn’t help but notice you during today’s event. Your beauty and charm are extraordinary. Have you ever considered working with the royal family?” Garcia, flattered and eager for new opportunities, agreed without hesitation. Gwen’s plan was already in motion. The next day, Gwen orchestrated a casual meeting between Hesperus and Garcia. The King, known for his frivolous nature, was immediately captivated by the young woman. Her fiery spirit and exotic beauty drew him in, just as Gwen had hoped.

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?

like a tired person, she threw herself down onto the couch, her eyes fixed on Stacy. Stacy, her voice shaking, responded with a hint of defensiveness, "Really!? Ha! Nothing happened. That jerk... I don't even know why he came here." She averted her gaze, avoiding Gina's probing eyes. Gina, ever perceptive, sensed Stacy's unease and took swift action. In a gentle yet firm manner, she softly commanded, "My dear Stacy Lu, why do your eyes betray you? Look at me..." With a swift motion, she pulled Stacy down onto the couch, their eyes now locked in a moment of deep connection.

As an elementary school principal, Gwen Stanton was used to having few surprises in her everyday life. She couldn't even dream that, on that fateful morning, she would come face to face with a young billionaire, a vision from her past. And bound forever, however unwittingly, to the most important part of her life.