Morana Ambrose. Looking at the video, I felt my blood run cold. My heart pounded rapidly, fear and dread echoing in my chest. The image on the screen—the image of me stabbing Charlotte—was a ghost from my nightmares brought to life. I never thought that horror would resurface, and certainly not lik
Adrian's lips brushed against my forehead in soft, tender kisses. "I've got you," he murmured. "You're safe."His kisses trailed down to my temple, each one gentle, each one a balm to my frayed nerves. The slow, rhythmic beat of his heart against my ear was a steady reminder of his presence and of h
Hazel Moore.Days are blending together like a blur. I'm sitting in my room when a maid calls me for dinner, her voice a distant echo through the hollow silence that surrounds me. Morana has been officially titled as the Luna of the pack, and she's back to herself. I should be happy for her, and I a
Hazel Moore. I wasn't expecting him outside. I stepped back and walked around him."Don't walk away from me," He said walking after me. I ignored him and kept walking down the hallway at a brisk, but mostly normal, pace. "Dammit Hazel, stop right now." I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of
Morana Ambrose. Things were slowly getting better. I never received any more videos of anything from the number after that video. Adrian told me that he ordered Derek to track the number and find out who it is but they learned that the number didn’t exist and it seemed like the message came from ou
Morana AmbroseHazel chose a stunning green satin dress with a corset bodice and a high slit. The dress was elegant and fitting my curves, radiating sophistication and style. As I put it on, I marveled at how the gown's luxurious sheen and drape highlighted my curves.The corset bodice had boning an
Adrian Blackthrone. After dinner, the romantic atmosphere lingered as we made our way back to the room. The evening had been perfect, but the unspoken desire between us had been building steadily. As soon as the door closed behind us, I couldn't hold back any longer.We moved toward each other with
Morana In the heart of the dark forest called Mistwood Hill, where the tall trees stood watch and the whispering wind danced through the leaves like graceful spirits, there was a symphony of sound that echoed through the night. I took careful steps as I monitored the plants along the banks of the