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Mask and moonrise - Chapter 24



Chapter 24


Thankfully he didn't. It was clear when he did not question her anything about the call.

She called her friend again after she heard the shower.

"Is this what I get for treating my assistant as my best friend?" Safia's attempt at sounding bossy fell flat, even to her own ears. She knew Tyla wasn't buying it.

"Your assistant didn't become your best friend, Safia, it's the other way around," Tyla shot back, her voice laced with amusement. "By the way, regarding your previous inquiry, your dad is safe and sound. I've had Dr. Williams visit him weekly, just as you requested. But there's another issue here."

The sudden change in Tyla's tone, now grave and serious, sent a shiver of dread down Safia's spine. "What is it? A message, a call or a rogue that attacked our pack?"

"No. It's from an encrypted satellite phone."

Safia's blood ran cold. An encrypted satellite phone. The only people who used those were…

"The messages... They are in a code we've never seen before. But our analysts were able to decipher one of them. It was a single word."

"What was it?" Safia's heart pounded in her chest, a primal, frantic rhythm.

"It was a word that links to a long-dead pack of werewolves. The word was 'Lycanthropus.’ Tyla said in fear.

A gasp escaped Safia's lips as the phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor. The word echoed in her mind, a name from a forbidden history. Lycanthropus. The very first werewolf pack, said to be created by the Moon Goddess herself, a myth whispered in hushed tones among the most ancient of the kind. They were thought to be extinct, wiped out centuries ago by the Elders for a crime so heinous, its details were lost to time. Yet here it was, scrawled across a message to her pack.

The pieces of the puzzle began to click into place with a terrifying finality. She remembered the old legends, the lore of the Lycanthropus line. They were a pack of shapeshifters who could not only turn at will, but also harness the power of the full moon. They were said to be able to create a new breed of werewolves, not through a bite, but through a different, more intimate connection. The thought of it sent a jolt of ice through her.

She staggered to her feet, grabbing her keys. The night was no longer just a backdrop for her turmoil. It was a living thing, full of shadows and secrets she was only just beginning to uncover. Her mind raced, a frantic search for any logical explanation. The Lycanthropus pack, extinct for five hundred years, was communicating with her pack.

She had to get back to the root. She had to know everything. The past, the secrets, the truth. She had to know if her pack was in threat.

Just then Sion came out of the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

Safia didn't answer. He was only her temporary husband and he needs not know the details about her life, her pack or its problems.

“Safia. I asked you something. What is bothering you? Your face…” he looked at her sceptically.

“What happened to my face?” She tried to sound calm but her frenzied breath conveyed everything to him. He looked deeper, his blue eyes turned golden. That means he was using his werewolf powers

“It is about the Lycanthropus pack, right?”

“You can read me?”

Sion left a breathy smile. “You are my mate. Of course I can but only if I want to. Don't worry about it. It's my pack. But it's cryptic.”

Damn! The most dangerous werewolves in the history of mankind belong to his rule? No doubt Sion Canes the Alpha of Silver pack is reputed the most powerful and now she knows the reason.

“How dare you put your eyes on my pack?”

“Don't talk nonsense Safia. You're my mate. So the security of your pack is also my responsibility. I told you not to worry about it and that's where the matter ends.” Sion called it a night. But Safia couldn't sleep.

She called Tyla again later in the night. After getting the information from Sion, Safia in a way had a breather. She needed to share everything with her friend but Tyla didn't sound as relaxed as she expected.

"Your lawyer called yesterday. It seems the bank never received the last installment payment for your company. They're going to seize it at the beginning of next month. Ask your prick of a husband about it—maybe he forgot to send the money."

Safia's mind reeled. "What?" The words were barely a whisper. She couldn't believe it. This was the exact reason she had agreed to marry him in the first place—to save her family's vineyard.

"Safia, are you okay?"

It took a few moments for the world to snap back into focus. "Is this why I'm married to this schadenfreude? To have my vineyard sealed, despite everything I've suffered as his assistant? I'm going to kill him when he wakes up tomorrow!"

Tyla’s laugh was a burst of light. "I'm sure you will, you little firecracker. But don't go bombarding him just yet. Give him a chance to explain. I think there might have been a slip-up somewhere. I don't see him as an unreliable person."

"Oh, and what else did you see?" Safia scoffed, her anger rising. "I wonder if you're my friend or his. Did he bribe you to take his side?"

Tyla's giggles were infectious. "I saw pure love in his eyes for you when he first came to our office, and he didn't have to bribe me to say it. And I admire your ability to ruin things with such panache. Don't forget to say 'hello' to me."

Safia chewed on her lip, a flicker of doubt now mingling with her fury. A small, rational part of her wondered if Tyla could be right. She still couldn't put a name to what she felt for Sion, but there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that he had claimed as his from the moment they met.


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When Sion returned to the penthouse, it was late. He went straight to the shower, but the events of the day replayed in his mind: Safia's refusal to go to the Stans', Tisra's blatant flirting, his abrupt confession that he was married, and his father's warning. Was he a fool to give Safiya the benefit of the doubt? Could her absence from the Stans' have been born of jealousy, a subtle acknowledgment of their bond?

He had been teasing her, testing the waters. The truth was, he had no interest in any other woman after meeting Safia. She was his first and last love. Even the show he had put on with the girl at his office on their first day of marriage was just that—a show. He'd married Safiya for revenge, yet he couldn't stand the thought of her being unhappy. His father was right; he was falling for a woman who had once betrayed him, a woman he knew was capable of great deceit.

He tossed and turned in bed, sleep refusing to come. He missed her beside him, her scent still lingering on his sheets from their wedding night. She had been a wild creature in his arms, making him more needy and desperate than he had ever been. He wondered if it was the effect of the moon's pull on them, or if she was naturally this captivating. She was a puzzle he was desperate to solve.

He had foolishly shut her out of his room after their nuptials, and Safia, a woman of immense pride, had never returned. He had waited for her, hoping she would defy his instruction and come back to him. But she never did.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, jarring him from his thoughts. "Damn, why is he calling so late?" he muttered, answering with a menacing growl. "This better be important, or you won't see tomorrow's sunrise."

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir," his security chief said, his voice urgent. "But the situation demanded it. We've noticed some suspicious activity from a new number on the madam's phone."

Sion was instantly alert, all traces of sleep gone. "What is it? Don't tell me it's Levis Garner."





Chapter 25

The chief security officer, Albert, reported to Sion on the phone, his voice a low, crackly murmur in the dead of the night. "The number belongs to a girl named Tyla. She's Safia's assistant."

Sion let out a long, shuddering breath, a relaxed sound that was a stark contrast to the coiled tension he'd been holding. "Is that what this is? You almost gave me a heart attack, Albert, saying she talked to someone unknown. Tyla is harmless. She's a friend."

The low growl in his chest softened, his canines receding back into his gums. It had been like this ever since Levis Garner. Every text, every call, every whisper of a human voice near his Luna, Safia, sent his senses into a frenzy. He knew it was a possessive, almost pathetic, kind of control, but it wasn't about stifling her freedom; it was about protecting her. As Alpha of the Silver pack, and now a husband, his responsibilities were two fold. He couldn't afford to have her be a casualty of his world.

"That's not the situation here, sir," Albert replied, a hint of something resembling a snort in his tone. "She told Safia you didn't pay the bank dues, and they're going to seal her company. I'd say you're going to see the wrong side of your mate tomorrow."

"Damn! I completely forgot," Sion muttered, the image of Safia's fiery temper already making the fur on his neck stand on end. "Wire the money to the bank immediately. Clear all of the dues. I don't want her to face any problem from her creditors or the bank in the future."

"Are you sure, sir? You told me to clear only the first installment," Albert said, his voice laced with the same old teasing he'd used since they were kids. Albert had been with Sion through it all—through the rage and the shifting and the feeling of being too big for his own skin. He was more than a Beta, a security officer; he was a brother.

"Stop teasing me, Albert. I'm not in the mood. I feel... unsettled." Sion complained, a rare vulnerability in his voice. The unrest had nothing to do with Safi or the bank. The air was thick with it tonight, a low-frequency hum that set his nerves on edge.

"Well, the solution is easy, sir," Albert said, and Sion could almost see the smirk on his face. "Go and sleep with your mate. If she catches you, you can blame the alcohol and say you had no idea which room you chose."

Growing up as the heir of the Canes family and the Alpha of the Silver Pack was a gilded cage for Sion. His human classmates saw only the wealth, poking fun at the "fancy boy" and "costly hunk." The taunts were a constant sting, and he had nowhere to put the simmering, primal anger. He hated himself, hated the suffocating weight of his birthright, and became rebellious, his inner wolf snarling for release.

"Shut up and go home. Don't disturb me until tomorrow morning," he growled at Albert, his security officer, his Beta and closest friend, ending their call.

Sion tossed his phone onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under the weight of his large frame. He wasn't a "wild kid" anymore, not in the same way. He was an Alpha, a leader, a husband.

His parents were lost in their own grief. His mother, Sylvia, had been consumed by depression ever since his sister vanished. His father, Karen the then Alpha, was always buried in pack business, the weight of a thousand lives on his shoulders. During his mother's darkest days, when she was in the hospital, Sion found a twisted sense of freedom in causing trouble in town, seeking the thrill of a fight he couldn't have at home. That's when Albert, who was ten years his senior and the son of their house manager, stepped in.

Albert, his beta by blood and his brother by choice, taught him to channel his inner rage. He enrolled Sion in martial arts and, more than once, stepped in to fight off the human bullies who dared to lay a hand on the Alpha's son. He was the only one who saw the caged beast inside Sion and taught him how to tame it.

"How dare I do that, sir? I know you're gonna have the best sleep tonight. Goodnight!" Albert’s words, a mix of respect and playful defiance, were a familiar comfort.

With Alber's help, Sion began to get a handle on his demons. But the change didn't make him a "good" kid. He simply found new ways to release the pressure. He learned to use his strength, ripping the flesh of his classmates in a way that had nothing to do with being a human rich kid and everything to do with the wolf inside. He broke bones, drew blood, and reveled in the fear he saw in their eyes. "I wonder where you learned to be so undisciplined, ill-mannered, acting like a rowdy," Karen, his father, had roared.

Sion's wild streak escalated. At sixteen, he began to numb the pain with drugs and alcohol. When his mother found out, the emotional toll nearly broke her. That's when Karen made a decision that would change everything. He sat his wife down, his tone firm.

"Sylvia, don't stop me this time. It's time he learns life the hard way. He is the heir of the Canes family and the Alpha of this pack. He has to take over one day, and many lives will depend on his decisions. We can't allow him to throw his life away because we love him."

Despite his rebellious nature, Sion's intellect was a sharp weapon. He was at the top of his class and was accepted into the best universities. "Congratulations, son, you got a seat in the best institution," Karen said, his voice a rare mix of pride and authority.

But Sion was having none of it. "How could you fill up my application without my knowledge? This is illegal. You're trying to control me! I am not going anywhere. I will not leave you and Mama alone after she just recovered."

One look from Karen—those intimidating, Alpha eyes—and Sion’s protest died in his throat. His father's gaze was a command he was biologically wired to obey. Sylvia remained silent, her sorrow a palpable presence in the room. Karen had a final condition: Sion would attend the London School of Business, but he would reveal his identity to no one. If he failed, he would be disinherited from the family, pack, and all their global holdings.

"Dad, this is pure injustice you're doing to me. You can't just..." Sion’s words trailed off, a familiar feeling of helplessness washing over him. He was a powerful wolf, but his father was the Alpha, and some bonds, like the chains of family







Chapter 26

The words “Try me” hung in the air, a silent challenge between father and son. Karen gestured for silence, massaging the temples beneath his silver-flecked hair. The disappointment in his eyes was a physical weight on Sion, a force that had been shaping his life since he could remember.

"If I allow you your free will, you'll only become another antisocial element I'll have to deal with. The complaints about you, they just keep coming. It was the children, the school, the teachers, but now... it's the cops." He massaged his temples, the familiar gesture of a father weighed down by a son’s existence. "You don't mature with age; you just escalate in your mischief. I was wrong to ever think you would start behaving."

Sion was about to speak but he stopped him pushing his hand forward. “I didn't want this for you, Sion,” Karen said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “I gave you everything, and still, you choose to be… this. A liability. A ghost.”

Sion’s gaze flickered. The phrase was a metaphor, of course, a reference to the corrupt officials and law enforcement Karen had under his thumb. But the word ghost struck a chord, a faint echo of a heartbreak. It had always been there, a whisper in the back of his mind, a feeling of untamed power and primal instinct just waiting to break free.

Karen leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “The government dogs, the ones I throw table scraps to keep their pathetic families afloat, have the gall to warn me about my own son. Do you understand what an insult that is? The man who owns three-fourths of this country’s service sector, brought to heel by some low-level mutt on a leash.”

Karen’s illegal empire—the trafficking, the weapons, the drugs—was the dark underbelly of his legitimate business, Wellcrow Grape Wines. He was a man who lived on the edge, who thrived in the shadows, and he saw his son as a threat to it all. He had no regrets, only a pragmatic view of the world. "People give you value when you cross the borders others couldn't," he'd always say.

He had wanted a successor, a sharp, cold-blooded heir to his kingdom, but he had a son who acted like a rebellious child.

Karen's face turned serious. "However, your future isn't going to be what you thought it would be. You're a tosser, a mischief ridden kid I never wanted. I've put up with it all because you are my son, my blood, my happiness. But I'm done. Pack your bags, you will go to London School of Business or I'll make an even worse decision—leaving you in the Sundarbans to fend for yourself."

The Sundarbans. The name alone was a shiver down his spine. The place was a death sentence. Rumors of a new, deadly threat there, a rhino that was said to be a phantom and to be especially violent, were the most recent news reports, and the idea of being sent there, of dying a nobody's death, was his deepest fear.

"No, please. I'll join the London School of Business. I'll do whatever you want."

Sion expected another threat, a final warning, but instead, Karen patted his arm. "I wish you all the best and yearn to see you as a capable and responsible young man when you come out of this institution." He gave a final nod, a twisted smile on his lips, before leaving Sion in the college guesthouse.

HIs mother, Sylvia , didn't speak. Her eyes, red and swollen, said it all. Sion wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'll be back before you even realize I'm gone," He promised, but even he knew it was a lie.

Just then Karen returned, a cold finality in his voice. "My staff has wiped your details from the internet. No one will know you are my son." He had enrolled him under a new name, a new identity, and with it, he sealed his fate.

Few weeks later

In London, Sion felt the pull of the moon, a fierce, primal longing that grew stronger every night. He was not just a werewolf. He was a creature of legend, a werewolf of a royal bloodline. A Lycan. He had been told all his life that his existence was a boon.

Sion felt the call now, the need to find his mate. He was a Lycan, and he knew he had to find the one who was meant for him, the one who would complete him. He ran, faster than any human could, through the streets of London, the full moon a beacon in the sky in search of his mate.

Days rolled by, and on one fine day, he saw a beautiful girl whose red hair flew with the breeze like a flame. She had pretty blue eyes, deep as an ocean of love. “Hey, you, are you here?” She waved a hand, pulling him from his daze. “Can you tell me where the economics first-year lecture is being held? I'm the new admission here, Safia Blacksmith .” She extended her soft, small hand for him to shake.

The earth collapsed and the heavens fell on it. At least that is what Sion felt at that moment. He called it ‘extravaganza’ when he read such things in books or saw them in movies. But ironically, now he was experiencing the same feeling. Could such a beautiful girl ever exist? He pinched himself to make sure she was real and not a dream. And in that second, he knew his life had been frozen with her forever.

Sion was off the hook with Safia, his first and last love. She was kind and beautiful but a mediocre student. She probably reached that level because of her hard work more than her intelligence, as it was noted that only the cream of all the packs from all over the world got to study there at the London School of Economics.

Sion liked her simplicity despite her being from a wealthy family. She was the sole child of Soren Blacksmith , the Alpha of the famous Best Vineyards, Moonlight Pack, popular everywhere in America. “We own small pieces of land in Tuscany to make some of the best wine in the world,” she said with nobility in her soft, angelic voice during one of their deep conversations.

He presented himself to her as a boy and started helping her with her classes. She was everything he was not, and he was terrified of losing her. Safia was the girl who brought out an irresistible wolf-like feeling in him, and he hesitated to reveal his true identity for fear of losing her.

Their love blossomed, a fragile thing in a world of deceit. But as the full moon rose over London, a different kind of feeling started to stir within Sion. It was the same primal force that had whispered to him in his father's study. It was a hunger, a thirst, an urge to run, to hunt. It was the call of the wild.

He tried to push it down, to ignore the burning ache in his bones. He was with Safia, walking through a deserted park, and the light from the full moon seemed to pull at him, at something deep inside. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound he had never heard before. He stumbled, his vision blurring, his senses heightening. The scent of pine and rain-soaked earth, the distant sound of an owl’s call—it all came rushing in.

Safi turned to him, her eyes wide with concern. “Sion? Are you okay?”

He wanted to tell her to run. He wanted to scream. He fell to his knees, his hands clawing at the earth, his body shaking violently. He looked at Safia, at her beautiful, innocent face, and knew that in a few seconds, she wouldn't be looking at him anymore. She would be looking at the wolf.

The transformation was beginning, an agonizing, bone-snapping change he couldn't stop. He was losing control. The only thing he could focus on was Safia, the scent of her, the warmth of her skin, the terror in her eyes. It was a predator’s instinct, and he was fighting against it, fighting to keep the last shred of his humanity.

He looked at her, his vision blurring, and a new scent hit him. It wasn't the scent of her fear. It was the scent of something familiar, something ancient. It was the scent of her family, the scent of her bloodline. She was someone he wasn't supposed to mate.

He had lied to her about his identity. Sion was ready to challenge his future. He had found his first love, and he had found his fated mate. But he had also found his mortal enemy, the one who was prophesied to destroy him.

Sion didn't believe in his werewolf instincts. He loved her and he didn't want to disclose it to her just yet that he wasn't a normal human like her. He was a werewolf, a shapeshifter and a beast. His family were the rulers in the dark forest. A naked truth that had been chasing his family for centuries. Safia on the other hand was a human born to a werewolf dad and a human mother by the boon of the moon Goddess. She wouldn't ever wish to marry a werewolf. But Sion knew fate had sealed them. She was his mate. He can't let her go.







Chapter 27


One day, as they walked, she noticed his worn-out shoes. "Keep this with you," she said, slipping a few dollars into his pocket. "You need a new pair."

Sion took the money, the weight of her kindness almost too much to bear. But as the familiar burning sensation flared in his veins, the one that always came when she was around her, he knew the lie couldn't last forever.

A different kind of craving was awakening in him now, one that was not of the wolf, but of a man. The scent of Safia’s kindness was a lure, a temptation to forget his destiny and to stay human. But he was not just a man. He was a werewolf, and his wolf was not only howling for its Pack, it was howling for Safia.

“It's okay. I can pull them on for one more year.” Sion dusted the worn shoes with a practiced hand, a full, blinding smile on his face as he looked at Safia. “I made this for you. It’s a heart that lights up red when you press the button on the back. My heart blooms like that when I’m with you. So I brought this for you.”

“Is it?” Safia’s eyes lit up with unbridled joy as she took the small, metallic heart from him and pressed the button.

“Do you like it?” he asked, and her eyes welled with tears as she nodded.

“Don’t cry,” he insisted, reaching out to gently wipe a tear away. “Give that to me.” He pulled a thin silver chain from his pocket, a delicate wisp of moonlight he’d bought for a small fortune, and attached it to the heart. “Come on, now, turn around.”

As she did, he reached around and clasped the chain around her neck. He, Sion, the heir of the powerful Wellcrow pack, could have brought the whole world to her feet. The pack’s vast vineyard estate, a sprawling empire built on both vines and ancient magic, was his birthright. But for now, he needed to maintain this charade. He needed to be sure she was completely his, that her love was so deep it wouldn’t shatter even after she knew the truth about his birth and heritage.

“This chain looks so costly. How much money did you spend on this? I saw you taking tuition from those kids the other day. It was all to buy this for me, right?” Her voice broke, a fragile tremor in the quiet air, as she clutched the pendant.

Sion said nothing, only holding her gaze with a quiet, honest intensity. For a long moment, they stayed that way, a silent conversation passing between them until she finally nodded. “I get it.”

Safia slowly leaned in and kissed him. It was the purest kiss he’d ever known, innocent yet burning with an inexperienced passion that ignited something deep within him. Her tongue, a flicker of shy warmth, traced the contours of his mouth, and the intoxicating scent of her—clean linen and fresh-cut grass—washed over his senses, a scent he knew he could never forget. The kiss was a potent drug, spreading a feverish heat through his body.

He wrapped his arms around her small frame, pulling her close, feeling the rapid, frantic beat of her human heart against his wolf beat. “Don't ever do something like that for me again at the cost of your own well-being. You need to study and get top grades for your scholarship to continue. If you start tutoring, when will you study? You have to stop.”

He started to object, but she hushed him, a soft finger pressed against his lips. She took the heart pendant in her hand and kissed it. “I like it very much.” Then she looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know almost everything about me, but I know nothing about you except that your dad is a wine dealer. That's not fair. Tell me more about yourself,” she giggled.

A part of what he said is true. Isn’t it? Yeah, his dad is a wine dealer. A dealer who helps fix the lives of millions of American families by giving them employment under the famous name of Wellcrow Vineyards. He is the manufacturer of wine who trades with some of the best varieties of grapes found from across the world to bring out a vintage wine. Sion thought with a familiar, ancestral pride.

Acting as a struggling human from a poor family was working too well for him. It was a thrill to win Safia’s heart under false pretenses. All his life, he’d only known how to spend millions in a single night, partying with friends and bedding willing women. Now, he was learning the careful control of a middle-class boy saving for a gift, the pure joy of seeing a genuine smile on his girlfriend's face.

He was so immature then, so certain that life was a simple game. He didn’t know that lies are like tangled roots, and one day the truth would surface. But would he be able to handle the shattering repercussions when it finally did?

The next day, Safia came to him, taking his hand in hers.

“You said you wanted to meet me early today. What is it? Any doubts about statistics? Measures of central tendency are pretty easy. You just need a little bit of calculation, that's all,” Sion said, pulling a notebook from her lap. “When’s your test?”

“Shh, why do you chatter so much? I thought only girls did that. Is statistics the only thing that matters between us?” She took his hand in hers, pulling him towards a secluded spot on campus. “I didn’t have a test, and I understand the measures of central tendency perfectly well. No need to explain again.”

“Where are you taking me?” he asked, a tense tremor running through him. As his wolf stirred beneath his skin, the familiar pull of her nearness grew into a potent ache.

“Damn, boy, you’re more frightened than a girl. Don't worry, I’m not going to take your virginity away so early. Let’s complete our education first,” she said, biting her lip in a shy, charming way that made his wolf purr in amusement.

Sion suppressed a conceited titter. His innocent human maiden had no idea that he had long ago lost his virginity, had bedded hundreds of women before her, and was not in the least naive in such practices. The thought of a mate was so far from the reality of his life.

She started to unbutton her blouse. “What are you doing? We don't need to start this…” She wasn't like other women he’d known, willing to spend a few hours on a wild night. Safia was different. She was his mate, his future Luna. She was wife material, and he would keep her that way. Their physical togetherness would begin only after their marriage, after he introduced her to his parents and the pack. On that day, he would tell her who he truly was. There would be no more secrets. But it would also be the most significant day of his life, the day that would decide his destiny.

Would she accept him even after he’d lied about everything?

Disregarding his words, she pushed her shirt aside to show him a tattoo she’d gotten the previous day. It was a small heart on her left breast with a single word inside it.

“Guild.”







Chapter 28

The shock of it hit him like a physical blow. The world, his plans, everything he had built for her, shattered. He wasn’t a werewolf, he was a monster. He wasn’t a man, he was a lie. And the truth, he now knew, was something that would consume him whole.

A girl trusted him so blindly, and what had he given her in return? Deceit. Treachery. Even the name he’d given her was a lie. His whole existence at the university was a fabrication, a carefully woven web of lies.

That platinum chain, the one that had brought tears to her eyes, was something he’d acquired with barely a thought. He, a future Alpha, a werewolf born to lead, had never given a moment’s importance to money until her. A single phone call, a few keystrokes on his laptop, and the money was transferred from his father's account. His father, the powerful Alpha of the Wellcrow pack, wouldn't even notice the missing funds. Those millions he had to his name were just pennies for his father, a fleeting sum. Meanwhile, his innocent mate was crying, thinking he had sacrificed his education just to afford a gift for her.

Guilt consumed him, a bitter poison spreading through his veins. Every time he saw the name “Guild” tattooed on her chest, it would eat him alive, a permanent, painful reminder of the charade he was living.

“This is where the heart resides, right? So you are there and will always be,” she’d said, her voice trembling with emotion. “To prove it to you, I got this tattoo. It will never fade. When you’re not with me, this will keep me close to you. Always.” Her eyes, filled with tears of affection, were fixed on him.

“What did you do, Safia? What if we can’t stay together? What if something happens to me?” Sion’s voice was a ragged whisper, the weight of his lie a crushing burden.

She immediately placed a hand over his lips, silencing him. “Nothing like that is going to happen. If fate decides to separate us, then I will remain unmarried. I’m yours, I always have been, and I always will be.”

He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly to his chest. A soft hiss of pain escaped her lips, and he immediately pulled back, a look of concern etched on his face. “What happened?”

Safia tried to smile through the pain. “The tattoo is still new. It hurts when there’s too much pressure on it.”

A raw, pained sound escaped his throat, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. “You shouldn’t have done that. What if I turn out to be a liar, a deceiver, or cheat on you with another girl?”

“All icing, no cake, Mr. Guild Wade? I know you better than you know yourself, okay?” She pulled his face closer and placed a chaste kiss on his nose.

Sion simply raised a brow, staring at her in amused disbelief.

“This is my gift to you, but it’s also something that will always stay with me, a remembrance of you. If something were to happen to us, this will help keep me sane. Now, stop talking nonsense, or I’ll start crying.” She rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.

“Holy moon goddess, you make me so emotional, Safia Jose Blacksmith,” Sion whispered, his voice soft, almost lost in the air. “Can I touch it?” he asked, his voice barely audible. The tattoo was barely an inch away from her areola, the most private, sacred part of her.

With Safia, everything was new. He had never asked a girl for permission to touch her before. Other women had practically thrown themselves at him, offering their bodies for an hour of pure lust and a night of wild sex with no strings attached. But Safi was different, a rare piece in a world with many values. She was pure, a virgin who upheld her dignity and self-respect.

“I hope the person who did this was a girl, because if it was a man, I’m going to hunt him down to the depths of the underworld.” He pointed to the tattoo.

“Don’t worry, you can relax. The artist was a girl,” Safi agreed.

“She better be,” Sion whispered, his fingers tracing the outline of the heart on her breast before tenderly brushing over the tattoo.

A soft shiver of delight ran through Safia. “You know, you’re the first man to ever touch me in a private area.”

Sion bent his head and kissed the tattoo before gently sucking on her breast. “I know, and I’m proud to be your first in everything. This is the greatest gift anyone could ever give me, and I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life. Does it help with the pain?”

Safia bit the inside of her cheek. “It does, but something else is building up.”

“Don’t worry. I have the medicine to cure all your problems,” he murmured. His fingers slowly got to her south.

Safia took a rugged breath anticipating what was about to come. A sweet sizzle along with his fingers were working their magic on her.

“I’m building up, Guild. Please stop. Otherwise, I won’t be able to control it,” she whispered, her body arching and twisting under his touch.

“Who told you to control it, sweetheart? Didn’t I tell you I have medicine for all your problems?” He unzipped her pants and slipped his hand into her underwear which was primarily on her panties.

Safia froze. “What are you doing? I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Sion threw his head back and laughed, a genuine, joyful sound. “I have never been with a girl as innocent as you. You truly are one of a kind, my pretty sunshine,” he said, gently lifting her chin. “Masturbating doesn’t get you pregnant.”

He tucked his hands across his chest and looked down at her, a playful smirk on his face. “You should write a book. The title would be, ‘A Hundred Ways to Spoil a Romance.’”

Safi pointed, her lips turning down in apology.

“Uh uh. I am not in a position to father a child either. Stay calm. Do you trust me?” She could only nod, unable to form a coherent word with him so close.

“That’s good. I like to have control rather than be controlled by my partner in bed.” He slipped a finger into her clitoris and began to masturbate her.

“See how hard you make me just by being here,” he said, guiding her hand to his manhood. Safia gasped softly at the feel of him.

“Is this the first time you’ve touched a man?”

She nodded shyly, her eyes cast down, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Sion felt incredibly fortunate to have found such an unblemished angel as his mate. But he knew, in the back of his mind, that fate was a cruel thing. How was he going to face the day when Safi finally learned who he truly was?



On the other side of the world Karen stood at the window, staring out at the skyline. He hadn't been able to see his son in person, but his people had kept a close watch, feeding him every detail. He watched as his son interacted with the girl, a soft, loving look on his face. He’d never seen him so calm, so... human. It was a welcome sight. But it also filled him with dread. He had sent Sion to this school to be kept away from the Pack, to keep his wolf at bay. It was a good school, but it was also a prison. He thought he had Sion's future secured, but he had not counted on the one thing that could truly set him free: love.

The girl was a human and she was going to turn detrimental. But Karen understood no matter what he did to safeguard his son, he can't rewrite his fate. He had found a mate, a member of another Pack, and a very powerful one at that. Safia was born to a human mother and a werewolf father by the blessing of the Moon Goddess. He had kept this secret from Sion to not let him run away from his human life, but it was now too late. His son was already in love.

A sharp, violent pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down and saw an arrow, lodged in his flesh, feathered like a bird's wing. It was a warning from the werewolf Pack, a message which reminds him of the duty of an Alpha and to put his son under control.

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