Tyrone Bailey

‘Berondong Mulut Cabe Setan’, adalah julukan yang diberikan Xavera pada Tezza, karena pria muda itu selalu mengeluarkan kata-kata ketus yang cukup pedas, tetapi berbanding terbalik dengan tindakannya yang selalu perhatian pada Xavera. ‘Tante Ratu Iblis’, panggilan favorit yang diciptakan oleh Tezza spesial untuk Xavera. Alasannya karena wanita dewasa itu selalu berupaya keras merayu, menggoda, mengejar dirinya dengan tingkah laku yang sulit untuk ditebak. ‘Mantan Dajall’, adalah julukan yang disematkan Xavera untuk Kellan. Mantan kekasihnya yang tidak terima ia putuskan secara sepihak. Kellan selalu menghantui ke mana pun ia pergi dan menghalalkan segala cara agar Xavera kembali kepadanya. Perpisahan Xavera Grizelle dan Kellan Hilaire membawa berkah tersendiri untuk wanita berusia tiga puluh tahun itu. Tidak disangka, pertemuan tidak sengaja Xavera dengan Tezza Bailey, seorang pria asing yang berbicara kaku, bermulut tajam, justru membuat Xavera merasakan jatuh cinta pada pandangan pertama. Segala upaya dilakukan Xavera demi meluluhkan Tezza yang identitasnya sangat misterius. Berulang kali Xavera mencoba mengajak Tezza untuk berpacaran, tetapi terus ditolak. Akan tetapi, Kellan juga berusaha keras untuk mengajak Xavera kembali menjalin hubungan dengannya. Akankah usaha Xavera mengejar cinta Tezza membuahkan hasil? Ataukah Xavera kembali kepada Kellan untuk melanjutkan hubungannya yang sempat putus?

My son is gravely ill. His inner wolf is too weak to awaken, and the healer warns that without the Alpha’s blood to strengthen his spirit, he may not last the next full moon. He clutches my hand, his feverish golden eyes dimming. “Mother, can Father take me to the Barnum & Bailey Circus？” But no matter how many times I summon my mate through the pack bond, he does not answer. His presence in the mind-link is an empty void. I can only hold my son as his small body trembles. I whisper stories of wolf warriors and great Alphas, but his breathing grows weaker. When the dawn breaks, his tiny fingers slip from mine. His wolf never wakes. A few days later, the scent of wild roses floods our pack’s sacred grounds. I turn—and there he is. My mate. My Alpha. He strides into the hall with my sister cradled in his arms. Her neck bears his fresh scent mark. His mark. I watch as he presses a lingering kiss to her lips, his hands caressing her like a treasure. Their love is bold, shameless—an unspoken declaration to the entire pack. And only then do I learn the truth. While my son lay fighting for his life, waiting for his father’s touch, longing for his Alpha’s strength… my mate was deep in Rose Valley, tangled in passion with my own blood. I thought my heart had long since gone cold from his neglect, but at that moment, it shatters. I make my decision. I will leave this pack. Yet just as I turn to walk away, the mate who had only ever treated me with indifference suddenly drops to his knees. A broken sob rips from his throat. For the first time, my proud, untouchable Alpha weeps.