The silence in Thomas' study was quite a heavy one suffocating blanket, wrapping itself around Ashton as he tried to process what Thomas had just said. The idea, the possibility that the flower’s curse could be satisfied by his own sacrifice, sent some sort of a wave of cold dread rippling through him.
Ashton stared at the table, his hands trembled as they resting over the pages of an old tome filled with cryptic inscriptions and faded ink. His mind swirled with questions, fears, and the weight of the choices laid before him.
Thomas sat across from him, his arms crossed, his eyes serious.
"You don’t have to decide now," he said, his voice low but steady. "But we need to consider it. If there's a chance this curse can be broken without dragging someone else into it—without killing anyone you care about—then we need to at least explore it."
Ashton clenched his fists, the roughness of the ancient paper brushing against his
It was all happening so fast, the events that led to the making of the alpha, I mean the official making of the alpha in the presence of the pack members. And by extension, the making of the new Luna and Beta. We were all summoned to the pack meeting ground to commence the ceremony officially. I watched Kaiden get unto the podium of the pack meeting ground and my heart couldn't grow any larger at the sight of my man. I watched him go and stand beside the pack Shaman who was facing the pack members. The pack Shaman turned and backed away from the pack and from Kaiden and I saw the way she began her incantations. She raised up her hand, stretching them straight into the air as she began to speak so incoherently to the skies. Her eyes were were open and looking towards the sky. Every of the pack members were eagerly watching her. We were all anticipating the word from the moon goddess. A sign that she was approved of the new Alpha. I watched while I prayed so desperately. I prayed tha
I had sensed her presence way before she appeared in my line of sight. My werewolf instincts had picked up her scent the moment she was within a few miles of where I was sparring with the tree trunk. The fresh morning air had graciously carried her delicate fragrance to me. I was actually getting familiar with her scent, her mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers. It was a scent that had become quite disturbingly familiar over the past few weeks. I couldn't stop it though. She was always everywhere, in the dinner room, at the corridors, at the stable, ah and last night, we were just so close to each other.I continued to pummel the tree trunk, and I continued to pretend to not have noticed her, while I enjoyed having her watch me. It was no longer difficult to act like I were oblivious to her presence; I'd become quite good at hiding and masking my true feelings. But I couldn't ignore the way her eyes remained on me, the intensity of it was hitting a spot in my heart
Ashton spotted the deer, oblivious of my cunning approach, feeding very comfortably at the grasses. It was very far from it's home and family. Unknown to it, it was gonna be my special dinner tonight. I quietly advanced towards it, careful to not let my feet scrunch against any dead twigs to avert it's attention from it's merry lunch to my approach. Claws drawn and teeth bare, I was half transformed as I stepped quietly towards my prey.Steady.Quietly.Almost there. I steeled myself.Suddenly the rustling of bushes and the instant flight of a school of woodpeckers from a huge tree trunk diversed my attention as they made scurrying noises away from the tree, unintentionally, I stepped on a dry twig and it broke with a somewhat loud crack.Crap!I looked up at my prey to see that it was now staring directly at me. I was busted so I decided to go along with plan B. My sweet and assumedly spicy delicious dinner knew what was
Rebecca returned to the bustling hall and the man's stern gaze met hers. He gestured towards a distinguished guest, and my heart sank as I observed the well-built figure of the guy before me. His sharp features and piercing eyes marked him as a formidable werewolf, undoubtedly a fitting candidate for a future mate."Emma," my father announced, "meet Jude, the third son of the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. I believe you two have much to discuss." Father said giving me a look that spoke, mess this up and I won't forgive you.I approached Jude, trying to hide my reluctance behind a charming smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jude."He nodded, acknowledging the formalities. "Likewise, Emma."As we exchanged pleasantries, I couldn't shake the feeling that our connection was destined to be more than just a courteous meeting. My father's eyes bore into mine, silently urging me to make a favorable impression.In an attempt to break the ice, I sh
Ashton confidently strode into the high-end boutique, he had walked in with Elizabeth at his side. This had to be the most expensive boutique the vicinity had and he was glad he chose this place. The store's sleek, modern design was a far cry from the places he once used to frequent while he was still.... you know. Now, his newfound success demanded that he mingled with and shopped with the high and mighty. As they both moved through the aisles which were filled with racks of designer clothing, Nicholas couldn't stop himself from letting out a small smile as he walked, he watched Lindsay choose the clothing and was in awe. He never knew she knew what was in vogue in the fashion world. She had usually always been the nerdy, glassed assistant of his and now this new part of her was all the more intriguing dared he say, fascinating. Her eye for fashion was simply impeccable, and the way she moved with an air of confidence about her, that he simply found it mesmerizing."Lindsay," Nichola
The midday sun had already hung high up in the sky and had formed somewhat of a golden hue over the sprawling estate of the Coopers as Ashton and Thomas drove in through the driveway in Thomas' car. The place was as elegant as usual. I know we talk about it a whole lot. Hehehe. Ashton stood at the entrance, he could feel the way his heart felt incredibly heart heavy with the thoughts of what he had in mind.... you know, of the decision he had made. He had finally made up his mind on what to do. The ashwagandha plant—its connection to him—had been growing stronger by the day and it was finally time to explore new possibilities with it. And of course he would do that with the permission of the Coopers, which was why they were here at the Coopers' villa.Ashton felt nervous to say the least, the plant....it was now becoming more than just a part of his curse; it seemed to now be tied to his very existence now, and it was time to confront that fact.He had gone over it countless times
Rebecca strolled confidently right into Myles Jameson’s office, the click of her heels were muffled by the expensive as shit, plush carpet beneath her feet. She rolled her eyes, once again reminded of what a rich ass punk Jameson was. The door swung shut behind her with a soft thud when she entered, and Myles who was seated behind his polished mahogany desk could barely look up from the papers in front of him. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table as if he already knew what kind of storm was about to crash into his otherwise organized day. Why was she in his office? He wondered. He thought she said she was done with him. "Rebecca," he said tersely as he glanced at her. "I believe we've discussed knocking." He reminded her. Rebecca let out an eye roll and her lips curled into a smile, a hint of amusement playing on her face as she sat down without waiting for an invitation to do so. Myles clenched his fist on seeing that. She leaned back in the leather chair and oh, so c
The night air was crisp as Rebecca stepped out of Myles’ car, she allowed her hair to cascade over her shoulders in loose waves as she fixed her lipstick in the side mirror. She glanced at Myles through the reflection, and smirked as she caught his stare. Tonight wasn’t really about business—it was about putting on a show, and she intended to do just that. It had been a while since she last met with the group and she wanted her come back to look grand. She was their main character after all. "Ready for a good time?" Myles asked her as he stepped beside her and adjusted the collar of his jacket. There was a casual ease in his tone, but Rebecca knew better—he was still on edge after their conversation earlier that day, she knew this, of course. He hadn’t said much, but she could see the gears turning in that head of his. He hadn’t refused her offer, and that’s all she needed for now. No response was infact a response and that response definitely was a no. Rebecca gave him a coy smile