In one corner, a silent atmosphere filled the air as a family enjoyed their time together. Meanwhile, on the other side, the curious double bunny was persistently nagging her alpha fiancé.
Amethysta stood like a statue, lost in her thoughts, until her friend arrived with her poker-faced fiancé.Elsewhere, a man excused himself from his family and headed to the washroom. Unbeknownst to him, two hooded men followed closely behind. These two men were none other than Icarus and Isaias.Icarus taunted, "Seems like you're having a great time with your family after ruining someone else's. How heartless of you, Mr. Assistant, or should I say, Mr. Ex-Assistant?"The man flinched at Icarus's words, then turned to see two young alphas confronting him."Who... Who are you two?" he stammered, clearly taken aback.Isaias scoffed, saying, "Oh, come on, don't play dumb. You would have heard about us when you got the news about Jonathan."David, still feigning ignorance, responded, "I don't know what you're talking about."As he tried to walk away, Icarus blocked his path."You better tell us where we can find your pack leader, or else forget about your family. They won't leave here alive," Icarus threatened.David Sang growled, "Don't you dare touch my family!"Isaias chimed in, "Then come with us obediently, or else you'll witness something quite interesting."Isaias forcefully dragged David out of the washroom and revealed a heartbreaking sight.Two men were aiming their guns at children who were innocently playing with their mother."Please, don't do anything to my kids. I'll do anything you say. Just don't hurt them," David pleaded desperately. Isaias pushed him forward, guiding him towards the exit, all the while keeping an eye on the family still held at gunpoint.Meanwhile, on the other side, Eira tapped Amethysta on the shoulder, bringing her back to reality."What are you doing here? And what are all these bags?" Eira inquired, clearly puzzled.Amethysta hesitated before responding, "That's...uh..."Amethysta hesitated, uncertain about how to respond. When she noticed Mateo, she decided to greet him."Hello, Mr. Nicolas," she said.Mateo corrected her with a friendly smile, "Mateo is fine, Amethysta.""Okay," she agreed, feeling slightly more at ease.Eira, however, persisted in her questioning, "You still haven't answered me."“Its... Icarus Mr. Icarus...” Amethysta stuttered, unable to find the right words. Just thinking about Icarus's actions sent a chill down her spine.Eira pressed further, "Don't tell me he brought those bags for you."Mateo, who was growing increasingly curious, asked, "Who is Icarus?"Eira explained, "He's her bar date."Mateo appeared puzzled. "Bar date?"Mateo raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, as Amethysta shot an annoyed glare at Eira, who chuckled awkwardly.Amethysta eventually replied, "He's Icarus Dempsey. Someone I know."Mateo frowned at the name, suggesting that he might have some knowledge about the Dempsey family.Amethysta's attention was then drawn to two hooded individuals walking nearby, and a sense of familiarity washed over her. One pair moved casually, while another person appeared to be in great distress.Mateo offered some advice, saying, "Stay away from Dempsey. Don't get too close to alphas."His words echoed her father's warnings, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.“Why are you saying that?” Amethysta questioned Mateo's warning, unsure of the reason behind it."Just take it as a warning," Mateo replied cryptically.He then gave Eira a parting piece of advice, saying, "Then I'll take my leave. Make sure to take your friend with you and don't leave her alone like this. Understand?"Mateo flicked Eira's forehead lightly, causing her to hiss in pain."Bastard," Eira muttered under her breath.Mateo smirked and added, "I can hear you, troublemaker."With that, he walked away, leaving Amethysta and Eira to contemplate his words and the strange encounters they had that day.“Tell me what happened there on the way back home.” Eira's curiosity was insatiable.Amethysta sighed, realizing that Eira wasn't about to drop the subject. "Fine," she relented.As they exited the mall, a commotion erupted inside as someone was reported missing.During their journey home, Eira couldn't contain her curiosity any longer."So, spill it. Did he buy these dresses for you?" she prodded.Amethysta confessed, "Yeah... he selected the dresses, and I tried them on for him. But I didn't think he would actually buy them for me. It seemed too exaggerated. How could he purchase all these dresses that I just tried on?"Eira couldn't help but tease her friend. "Aww... it's because he wanted to, Amethysta. I think this mixed-blooded alpha already had his eyes on you."She continued with a playful tone, "Don't miss him, bae... or you'll regret it."Amethysta sighed, trying to explain her conflicting feelings. "Don't joke around. We barely know each other, and sometimes I feel weird around him. He sometimes calls me an angel, but sometimes a princess."She confessed, "I can't feel familiar with him sometimes. It's so frustrating, you know? Having him beside me is suffocating at times, but then it's blissful."Her voice softened as she continued, "When he calls me Angel or Princess, I feel safe. I don't know why. My heart always races when he's near me, against my will."Eira couldn't help but tease Amethysta further. "Damn, girl... don't tell me you've fallen for him."Amethysta chuckled dryly at her friend's comment. "How can I, Eira? I'm a human girl, and he's a werewolf. No one would accept this pathetic human girl. At least betas are like werewolves. But what about me?"She continued, her bitterness evident, "I can't dream about what's impossible."Eira understood her friend's predicament and patted her shoulder reassuringly. Amethysta's words spoke of resignation, but Eira hoped that one day, her friend might find happiness, even if it defied convention.“Don't worry, I am not sad. After all, I am used to it.” Amethysta smiled widely.“Amethysta...” Eira couldn't help but worry about Amethysta.Amethysta discreetly wiped away her tears and grinned while gazing at her friend."So, spill the beans... What'd you do to keep him hanging around you all the time? It's been a few days, hasn't it? You must've really charmed him, huh?"“Don't tease me… I can't even get a good fuck, when he was all busy.” Eira pouted.She sighed, going along with her friend's attempt to change the subject.As a human, Amethysta struggled to make friends, always fearful of drawing the attention of the Werewolves. They were known to punish rule-breakers, and she couldn't bear to be the cause of her father's punishment.Eira dropped Amethysta off at her house."Goodbye, Amethysta. Remember to come to college, okay? I don't want my friend to be heartbroken, got it?""I understand. Now go and save some energy for your wedding night."“Fúck you,” Eira's angry gesture didn't faze Amethysta. She chuckled and walked inside, her thoughts consumed by the mysterious twins whose true identities remained unknown to her."Honey, you're back," Patrick called out to his daughter, noticing her smiling lips, though they held a secret related to someone else."Yeah, Dad," she replied."Girl, did you buy all of this? You didn't even use your card," Patrick questioned.Amethysta hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Oh, Dad, Eira convinced me to get these dresses, and she paid for them."She reluctantly fibbed, choosing not to reveal that the young alpha had been the one to buy everything. As her eyes wandered around the house, she spotted an unfamiliar face."That girl... She's been spoiled by her family. I need to have a talk with them," Patrick muttered, growing frustrated with Eira's behavior. Little did he know about the alpha who had showered his daughter with dresses."Oh, Dad, don't be so strict with us," she whined, capturing the attention of a particular individual in the room."Alright, alright, go freshen up and come back down," Patrick sighed.She hummed and retreated upstairs. Meanwhile, Patrick approached the unfamiliar person and initiated a conversation. A few minutes later, she returned, dressed in a casual outfit carefully chosen by Isaias."Amethysta, meet Laurent... He is our pack leader's son," Patrick introduced his daughter to the pack leader's son."Hello, Mr. Striebeck. It's a pleasure to meet you," she greeted politely, her warm smile gracing her lips."It's equally nice to meet you, Miss Amethysta. Your father has spoken highly of you, but this is my first time seeing you. As he mentioned, you're quite beautiful
Isaias ended the call and turned to find his twin brother, Icarus, who was restraining David by covering his mouth. Isaias approached them casually, engrossed in his mobile phone."Gosh... You've got quite the set of pipes, huh? You startled our queen with your screaming. Can't you hold your tongue for a while?" Isaias asked irritably, his deadpan glare piercing through David, who had tears streaming down his face and numerous bruises on his body, indicating he had been severely beaten.As Icarus released David, the latter fell to the floor."Tut... Tut... He's made a mess of my hands," Isaias complained, shaking his hand as if it were tainted. He then took a tissue to clean his hands meticulously."We should teach him a lesson for startling our queen, shouldn't we?" Icarus suggested, his gaze meeting Isaias's, who sported a mischievous smirk on his lips.Isaias squatted down to David's level and yanked him up by his hair, causing David to scream in pain."What should we do with you?"
In the dimly lit corner of a cozy bar, Joseph found the perfect spot for himself and his twin friends, Icarus and Isaias. The bar was alive with laughter and chatter, but here, they could have their own space, away from the prying eyes and the cacophony of the world.Joseph hailed the bartender, a burly man with a friendly smile, and ordered three glasses of their favorite liquors. As the bartender poured the amber liquid into the glasses, Joseph looked at Icarus and Isaias with a warm smile. "Cheers, my buddies," he said, raising his glass."Cheers," Icarus and Isaias replied in unison, clinking their glasses with Joseph's. Icarus, the elder of the twins by a mere five minutes, took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant. "You remember the time we visited this city with Mom, right?" he asked, a wistful smile playing on his lips.Isaias nodded, his gaze mirroring his brother's nostalgia. "Of course. How could I forget? It was one of the best times of our li
Dareen had always been a man of opulence, and his mansion reflected his grandeur. It stood as a testament to his success, with its towering columns and sprawling gardens. Inside, the marble floors gleamed, and the chandeliers cast a soft, warm glow, giving the mansion an air of both elegance and nostalgia.“Sir... Someone called Blake Martinez comes to see you.” One of the servants informed him. Dareen received an unexpected visitor. He never expected that his old friend would come to meet him. “Direct him to my study...” Dareen said He was sitting in his study, engrossed in a stack of paperwork, when the door swung open. He looked up, and there, standing in the doorway, was Blake Martinez, a long-lost friend from his past."Dareen?" Blake exclaimed, his eyes widening with disbelief. "Is that really you?"Dareen rose from his chair, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Blake! It's been twenty years, buddy. I can't believe you're here."The two old friends embraced, a surge of emotio
They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the garden, Dareen spoke again."You know, Blake, I never really said goodbye to Hannah properly. When I left this city, I was consumed by grief and the need to protect my sons. I never had the chance to visit her gallery and tell her how much I loved her and how much I missed her. I didn't have a proper burial for her."Blake placed a hand on Dareen's shoulder. "Maybe it's not too late, Dareen. You can still visit her gallery and say your goodbyes. I'm sure she would appreciate it. It's all their fault. They were consumed by darkness. That's why they forgot the pureness of the moon goddess."Dareen's eyes shimmered as he looked at his friend. "You're right, Blake. I don't think I can seek justice for Hannah without any evidence. I can't go against the pack leader either. But being here ca
The hushed conversation between Dareen and Blake was interrupted by the resonant sound of the mansion's heavy wooden doors swinging open. In walked two young men, their presence commanding attention as they crossed the threshold of the living room. Icarus and Isaias had returned home after having liquor with Joseph.Icarus, the elder of the two, possessed a tall, imposing frame, his physique carved by years of rigorous training. His jet-black hair, reminiscent of his father's, framed a chiselled face with sharp, intelligent eyes that mirrored his father's intellect. Isaias, the younger brother, stood just a shade shorter, his lean figure exuding an air of quiet confidence. His eyes, a warm shade of hazel, held a spark of mischief that set him apart from his brother who had eyes of Hazel with blue flecks. Only those who knew them well could set them apart. Blake was awestruck seeing the twin. The last time he had seen Icarus and Isaias, they had been children, barely reaching his wais
The maids served the food elegantly as if they were practised for their lifetime to serve their masters. Dareen raised his glass, filled with deep red wine, in a toast. "To family and friendship." As Dareen said, they chuckled. "So cringey... Dad..." Isaias joked. "You ungrateful brat..." Dareen glared at his son. Again the little laughter filled the room."Okay, okay... No more Melodrama anymore. Let's have dinner." Blake said. The clinking of glasses and the chorus of "hear, hear" echoed through the room as they raised their glasses and took a sip, sealing their commitment to one another.The dinner that followed was a culinary masterpiece. The aroma of carefully prepared dishes filled the air, and the conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine. They discussed shared memories, the joys and tribulations of parenthood, and the unique challenges of a father who had twins to take care of. Icarus and Isaias, despite their imposing presence, proved to be engaging conversationalists.
In the duskily lit streets of the city, the clock had just struck ten. The scent of chocolate hung thick in the air as Isaias stood outside the quaint little chocolate shop that was about to close. The shop's owner, Mr. Reynolds, had been about to close up for the night when Isaias had arrived, determined to satisfy his little princess's unsatisfied heart. "Excuse me, sir. I need chocolates. Can you pack me some?" Isaias asked politely. "Sorry, sir, but we're closing for the night," Mr. Reynolds had politely informed him.But Isaias had an aura that would suppress anyone. "Please sir, just a box of chocolates. My princess wants Chocolate right now. You know I can't just leave it when she showed some interest in chocolate," he implored, his dark eyes flashing a hint of arrogance."But, Sir..." Mr. Reynolds's words were cut off by Isaias's words, "Money is not a matter. I want chocolates. I hope you won't disappoint your late-night customer." Isaias spread his oppressive pheromones m