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

Grant narrowed his eyes on her as she flinched. Had she not already been kneeling, she was sure she knew would have given away by now. 


“Explain yourself,” Grant commanded. 


“Your presence seems to affect her, providing the needed relief. I…I think it would be more effective if you were to mate her, your Majesty,” Calista said and closed her eyes tightly waiting for his outburst but even after a few had passed, there was none and she opened her eyes and looked at him. 


He appeared to be considering it….!? 


Calista blinked, and then she inwardly sighed in relief. At least he wasn't offended by the suggestion. 


“That won't do,” Grant spoke. In his arms, Esme shuddered when she heard Calista's suggestion. Her hand gripped his shirt so tightly she thought her fingers must have gone through the fabric already. “She is not ready for that. Do something about the pain,” he added, his eyes meeting those of Calista and the healer. 


An unexpected visitor