I wasn't materialistic, so I channelled all the funds Garrick gave me into the pack, unlike most Lunas that preferred to wear billions of dollars on their body than use it on infrastructure. I had put efforts, especially into education and healthcare. Our pack have three high schools middle schools
I struggled to contain my emotions, my grip tightening on the stem of the wine glass. Felicia, my wolf, stirred within me, ever ready to defend and shield me. Since my teenage years, when I lost confidence and self-esteem, she had been my pillar, restoring the strength and confidence I had lost. Dee
~Ezinne~ I left the meeting with mixed emotions swirling inside me. I was compelled not to return directly to the pack house. Instead, I sought solace at the beach, where I sat alone on the sandy shore, with the gentle lull of the waves as my only company, allowing my tears to flow freely, mi
"Join us for the wedding party," he urged, his tone pleading. I resisted the urge to scoff. "As much as I would have liked to, Garrick, I am utterly drained," I said, my voice a mixture of weariness and forced politeness. "Congratulations on your wedding. A bit of forewarning would have been the k
"But we aren't meant to be together. You're wonderful, but... you're just not my type. I've always been drawn to slender women and—" "Your preference for women is of no concern to me, Garrick," I responded, my voice laced with a mix of hurt and defiance as I faced him squarely. "You saw me be
~Ezinne~ That night, sleep eluded me. Instead, I lay wide awake in bed, my gaze fixed on the blank expanse of the ceiling above, my mind consumed by the urgent need to find a solution. The recent events had made it painfully clear where I stood in the pack, highlighting a truth I could no lo
~Ezinne~ As minutes dissolved into hours, hours stretched into days, and days melded into a week, the hurt I felt was still new each morning. Elara and Garrick seemed to take perverse pleasure in ruining my every waking moment. Garrick was oblivious to what was going on and was only indulging his
Garrick cleared his throat, a note of desperation in his voice. "Elara is pregnant, and, as you might know, pregnant women often experience intense cravings. She's been craving the pasta you once made." "I haven't cooked in four months, Garrick," I interjected, my voice tinged with incredulity at