Regina "Richard," I called softly, my head resting gently on his chest as we both gazed up at the vast expanse of the night sky. The twinkling stars seemed to dance above us, filling us with a sense of wonder and tranquility. He hummed at my touch, his fingers gently tracing circles on my back. The cool breeze brushed against our skin, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming flowers. "You know when you first came into my house, Sam asked me to stay away from you." He turned his face, looking at me. "He was right," Richard mumbled. I looked at him, surprised by his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my heart sinking with a mix of confusion and sadness. "I am dangerous," Richard whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I have a dark past that I can't escape from. Being with me puts you at risk." My mind raced, trying to process his revelation. "And there are many wolves that would want my death because of who I am," Richard continued, his eyes filled with a hint of fear. "I

Regina Where am I? I thought as I opened my eyes, trying to scan my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, with a faint smell of rose hanging in the air. With my body resting on a giant soft bed, why the hell is everything so dark in here? With all the windows closed and covered with blinds, even the lights are off. I sat up, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me. What is this place that brought me here? If my mind is not playing tricks on me, I remember clearly that I was in the forest and saved a giant black wolf. It seemed like a dream, but the memories were vivid. The wolf had been injured, and I couldn't just leave it there. So I helped him, but why am I here? Without a doubt, he was a werewolf. I just don’t know which pack he belongs to. Where is he now, though? Who was that wolf, and why am I here? "Miss..." Someone said this as the door opened and a woman in a maid's uniform entered. "Good morning." She said she was smiling. "Good morning," I replied, my mind still

Richard Where are you, Regina? I sighed, trying to suppress my anger as I continued with the meeting. I don’t know what I am doing here when there has been no clue as to Regina’s whereabouts for 24 hours. I couldn't help but worry about her safety. The lack of information was making it difficult for me to focus on anything else. At last, she was seen in her school with her friends, but after that, no one knew about her whereabouts. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, wondering if something had happened to Regina. The longer she remained missing, the more my concern grew. I hoped that she was safe and that we would soon find out where she had been all this time. I have been restless the whole night after Sam called, asking for help tracking Regina's whereabouts, but there isn't a single hint about her location. ‘All I want is to leave this place and go find our mate.’ My wolf voice fumed in anger in my mind. I want it too. But I can’t leave now. I need to fulfill my duty a

Regina Richard held my hand, pulling me out with him as he walked out of the palace. I turned my head only to see Roger standing by the front door, watching us leave. Roger's eyes bore into mine, his expression a mix of disappointment and longing. It was clear that he wanted to say something, but the words remained trapped in his throat. As Richard tightened his grip on my hand, "Richard..." I stopped trying to free my hand from his grip. "You're hurting me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Richard's face softened as he immediately released his grip, realizing the pain he had caused. His eyes filled with remorse as he gently caressed my hand, silently apologizing for his actions. I glanced back at Roger one last time. Roger's eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. I knew this wouldn't be the last time we would cross paths, but now is not the time for something like this. "We should now," I said to Richard as we both made our way to his car. Richa

Richard "It's because of you that I am safe," Regina mumbled as she buried her face in my fur. Her voice trembled with gratitude, and I could feel the warmth of her tears seeping into my fur. I want to hold her tight in my arms and assure her that I will always be there to protect her, but I can't shift into my human form now because it would only startle her. Instead, I nuzzled against her cheek, offering a comforting presence as she found solace in my embrace. "I love you; don't ignore me ever again," Regina whispered, her voice filled with both vulnerability and a hint of longing. Regina's grip tightened around me, seeking solace in the familiarity of my presence. Never before has someone's pain bothered me; never before have I cared about anyone's tears; never before have I felt the need to comfort someone else. But at that moment, everything changed. Seeing Regina vulnerable and in need awakened a protective instinct within me that I never knew existed. As I held her, I reali