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 just stared at his mate, unsure of how to react to that. A second ago, she said something of high importance, then the next, she was saying to forget everything?! 


But when he saw the expression in her eyes along with what she said about no one believing her, he came to understand her reason for asking him to forget what she said. 


“Esmeralda,” he called, his tone gentle and calm. He cupped her face while she tried to look away, but he didn't allow her. She barely looked him in the eyes, and now she was completely refusing to. 


“Look at me, Esme,” his tone even gentler now. Esme closed her eyes with face looking the other way. Grant took a deep breath and pulled her closer. “I believe you,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her neck in a feathery sensation. 


Esme's breath caught at his unexpected words, and she stilled. 


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