Pushpa_naik

It's a story about ENZO, an alpha, and TIARA, a luna (she doesn't know that she's actually a werewolf). "Now it's time for punishment little girl" Enzo said and threw tiara on his shoulder and walked out of the room. "No one is allowed to talk with her. If anyone goes against me, get ready for the consequences", Enzo warned the whole college. "Please take this money and runaway from here...... I'm sorry sweetheart, please forgive me", Tiara found a letter. As she was still processing what she had just read, a group of men wearing black barged into her house and kidnapped her. "You will be maid for my son from now on, but don't worry, I'll take care of your studies until you get a job", a man who sat on king's chair declared. "I'm not feeling good, get the hell out of here" Enzo roared on the tiara. "Didn't you say my mate died right after you gave birth? I myself buried her delicate body with my own hands, then why do I feel bonds around this girl named Tiara? " Enzo questioned a couple. "Don't worry, she can't be awakened unless we lift that spell", Someone assured another werewolf. "Why did you do that, dad? You ruined my entire life. Am I not your child?" Tiara cried.

Moonfire Melody : Alpha King's Maid

"This," Enzo said, gesturing toward the chef who carefully placed the bowl in front of her, "is the dish I had specially prepared for you. It's meant to be savored, so don't make me regret allowing you to eat this. Understood?"

Tiara didn't answer. Her throat tightened as the tantalizing aroma wafted toward her, but her mind raced with questions. What could possibly be inside the bowl? Why had he made her wait? Her stomach churned in anticipation, and yet, there was a flicker of apprehension gnawing at her heart.

The chef lifted the lid ever so slowly, revealing the dish inside.

But Tiara wouldn't get to know its contents just yet.

She blinked in disbelief, her eyes widening as she stared at the mysterious dish before her. It wasn't what she expected at all. What was this? Was this supposed to be some kind of twisted joke? But then, she remembered who she was dealing with—Enzo was always two steps ahead, playing his own mind games.

50- silence before storm