Damien_Fey

In a world where werewolves thrive under the watchful eyes of the Moon Goddess, fate is believed to be absolute—until Eila Johnson proves otherwise. Born into a once-powerful bloodline that fell into ruin, Eila’s life has been far from privileged. As the eldest of nine siblings, she grew up in a household filled with love but plagued by financial hardship. Her parents, serve as house helpers in the Moon Treasure Pack.

Despite her circumstances, Eila has always been special. On her sixteenth birthday she received some rare powers that set her apart from her peers, marking her for a destiny greater than she could have ever imagined.

But the true shock comes when she senses her mate—none other than Leonard Blackwell, the wealthy and elusive Beta of the Moon Treasure Pack. The only known werewolf to have lost his fated mate. 

Until Eila.

Their connection is undeniable, but Leonard is unwilling to accept what fate has given him. 

But is that all to there fate? There are secrets waiting to be uncovered. 

Eila’s journey is only beginning—a journey filled with love and affection, but also betrayal, struggle, pain, and sadness. The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, but has she made an exception this time? Or is Eila destined to change the very fabric of fate itself?

Eila’s Fate

The soft glow of morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. Eila stirred, her body sore but deliciously warm. Her eyes fluttered, adjusting to the brightness, only to realize she was cocooned in strong arms.

Her cheeks burned as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She turned slightly, only to be met with a pair of smirking blue eyes.

"Good morning, little mate," he drawled, his voice husky from sleep.

Eila swallowed, her heart fluttering. He looked devastatingly handsome in the morning light—his dark hair messy, his chiselled jaw dusted with stubble.

She hesitated, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze. "Good morning," she murmured.

Leonard tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer. "How do you feel?"

She bit her lip. "Sore everywhere."

Eila gasped and smacked his chest, making him chuckle. "You're impossible," she muttered, burying her face in the pillow.

Leonard rolled her onto her back effortlessly, hovering over her with a predatory glint in his eyes. "You love it," he whispered against her lips before kissing her deeply.

She sighed into the kiss, already feeling herself melt under his touch. She slowly clutched his soft hair and deepened the kiss. He slowly brought his hands down exploring her soft body and found her nether lips. She shivered with his touch, tried to break the kiss in protest but he held her with one hand and kept exploring with the other hand.

He wanted to be inside her one more time before she went away to Moonshine University. So, he slowly brought his lips down and left small marks of claim without really claiming her. She was whimpering into soft moans as he claimed her full breasts one by one, exploring and tasting them delicately. He was never forgetting her taste. She tasted heavenly. He worked up his fingers inside her for some time in rhythm before she was dripping with juices and ready for him. He plunged inside her slowly.

Feeling her softness clenching around him was driving him mad. He started moving inside her, her walls clenching and holding his length. Her moans were getting louder and closer to release. He finally came inside her after a long battle of push and pull. It was utter bliss.

Out of curiosity, she had explored herself with her fingers but it was not even close to what he made her feel.

As much as she wanted to stay like this forever, reality loomed over them. She had to return home and had to face the world outside of this room. Then, there was the matter of her other mates—a thought that instantly sobered her.

Leonard sensed the shift in her mood and frowned. "Eila?"

She shook her head. "Nothing… just thinking."

His grip on her tightened. "About them?"

She didn't answer, but her silence was enough. Leonard's expression darkened, his jaw clenching.

"They don't matter," he said firmly. "You're mine."

Eila sighed, cupping his face. "I chose you, Leonard. But we both know we can't ignore this forever."

His eyes blazed with determination. "Watch me."

Eila sighed but let it go for now. They had time to figure everything out. For now, she wanted to savour this moment—the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, the feeling of belonging that wrapped around her like a cocoon.

And as Leonard kissed her again, possessive and tender all at once, she knew one thing for sure—no matter what the future held, she was his.

The Morning Bliss