The next day after the garden encounter, The next day dawns upon me as I awaken in the embrace of my vast, darkly lit room. The air hangs heavy with a sense of grandeur and opulence, the room exuding an aura fit for dignitaries and presidents. The walls are adorned with rich, dark colors, accentuated by minimal lighting that casts subtle shadows across the space. A single large window stands tall, its presence shrouded by heavy black curtains that deny entry to the morning sunlight.I slowly rise from my slumber, feeling the weight of the previous day still lingering within me. As I shuffle towards the opulent en-suite bathroom, the plush carpet cushions my every step. The room is a sanctuary of marble and gold accents, a testament to extravagance and luxury.I grab hold of my toothbrush and squeeze a generous amount of toothpaste onto its bristles. The sound of running water fills the room as I wet the brush before proceeding to meticulously scrub my teeth, the rhythm of the brush ag

A bitter smile plays on Tyler’s lips, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes. “I was once one of Lucien’s most trusted men,” he admits, his voice heavy with regret. “But I betrayed him. I revealed his weaknesses to our enemies, thinking I could gain something from it. I was wrong, Natasha. I paid a heavy price for my treachery.”“Why did you betray your master?” I ask with a look of bewilderment. “He- he- killed my parents and made me watch, he took me as a prize and trained me to be like him” Tyler’s voice carries hints of pain and anger. My heart sinks as I absorb the weight of Tyler’s confession. He, too, has fallen victim to Lucien’s iron grip, imprisoned within these unforgiving walls as a consequence of his past actions and mistakes. The irony of our shared fate intertwines our paths, weaving a web of secrets and redemption.But now, united in our struggle, we find ourselves facing a common enemy. Together, we will expose Lucien’s true nature, confront the darkness that engu

The night before, I sit in my opulent, dimly lit room, lost in deep contemplation. Thoughts swirl within my mind as I consider the idea of organizing a public conference to announce a Luna for my pack. It is a significant decision, one that carries both the weight of tradition and the potential to shape the future of our pack.This will not be the first time my so-called wife will be seen in public, but it will mark the first occasion for Natasha, to address the public directly. I can’t help but feel a tinge of apprehension for the implications it may have on my reputation as the Alpha if she messes up the speech and reveals that our marriage is based on force and threats. The room exudes an aura of dominance and power, reflecting my own stature within our clandestine world. Dark furnishings and rich tapestries surround me, creating an atmosphere that mirrors the complexities of my position.As I ponder the possibilities and consequences of this public conference, I find myself oscil

I silently navigate through the corridors of the house, my gaze fixed on Natasha as she moves about with unusual mannerisms. From the concealment of the dark corners, I watch her closely, a flicker of annoyance dancing in my eyes.Natasha’s presence has always been a source of irritation for me. There is something about her that rubs me the wrong way, her every action tinged with an air of insincerity. As I observe her peculiar movements, I find myself growing more determined to catch her in the act, to expose her for whatever hidden agenda she may possess.I wait patiently, biding my time, knowing that the perfect opportunity will present itself sooner or later. Natasha’s movements take her to the maids’ quarters, a seemingly innocent destination that does not pique my suspicion. It is when she strays into areas she shouldn’t, when she oversteps her boundaries, that I will strike.For now, I retreat stealthily to my own room, the anger simmering within me. I am not one to be fooled b

The room is filled with the sound of laughter as we enjoy a moment of lightheartedness amidst the cleaning endeavors of the maids. Lily, in her enthusiasm to join the merriment, suddenly finds herself slipping on the freshly mopped floor, her feet losing their grip and her body descending rapidly to the ground.A collective gasp escapes our lips, quickly followed by uncontrollable laughter. Lily’s eyes widen in surprise as she hits the floor with a resounding thud, her limbs splayed in comical fashion. Amidst our fits of laughter, we struggle to regain our composure as Lily valiantly attempts to rise.“Ahhh why does it have to be this freshly mopped ground!” Blaming the slippery floor between bursts of laughter, Lily finds solace in the explanation for her unexpected fall. Another maid, perhaps a little too eager to assist, rushes to her aid, only to find herself succumbing to the treacherous floor as well. Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter.The