Blessing_O

When life gives you lemons, make a lemonade….

Esme believed in this saying for as long as she could remember. These words gave her the strength and courage to live each day as it comes until she eventually became tired of making those lemonades and wished for something else. Something—different. But that only seemed wishful thinking.

Born as a noble and made an orphan after a rogue attack, Esme became the unwanted pack member of NightCrawler Pack. The once daughter of an alpha became nothing but a slave who answers to the new alpha’s family’ every beck and call.

The pack that had once adored her now ridiculed her and laughed at her mistreatment and misery. They seemed to have forgotten how her family had fought for the safety of the pack and the kingdom and even lost their lives for them. But in all this, Esme remained silent. Silently enduring and hoping that one day, her knight in shining armor would come and rescue her. That he will show up one day and take her away from the once happy place that has now become her hell.

When that day eventually came, she was rejected without a second thought and she watched as her world came crashing. Hard. Her heart caved in and lost all hope of ever finding happiness again. Or even leaving the pack. After all, what could a wolfless shifter do?

Amidst her misery, a ray of light appeared. She was blessed with a second chance mate. One whose outstretched hand she was hesitant to take, especially knowing who he was.

The Lycan's Possession

‘Cause they call it, You call it, We call it 


-------Lionel Richie —I call it love------- 


Esme struggled, trying to pull away from his grip, but she never stood a chance. Her weakness reminded her of her helplessness, and despite her efforts to hold back her tears, they slipped out of her control as if having a mind of its own. 


She didn't want to hear anything that he had to say. They would all be lies like his promise to her. The only thing that was different was that he didn't outrightly reject her immediately. He helped her leave the pack. Her nightmare. That was all. 


“Let me go, please… I just want to go…” she continued to struggle despite knowing how futile it was. 


Clearance of misunderstanding