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The Moonlit Heiress

The Moonlit Heiress

Jayp

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Clara James had always known herself as that normal girl from the coasts until that day her reality got mixed and tossed when some unknown person awakened an ingredient inside of her. Little does she know, her lineage houses the secret behind one very strong and powerful werewolf legacy. As secrets begin to unravel, Clara will have to come of age with an identity crisis at her door, a family in turmoil, and the danger of the irresistible attraction of billionaire wolf Alex Drake, who is destined to claim her. Torn between love and power, Clara is faced with who she is supposed to be under the bright light of a full moon.

Chapter 1 Stranger at the Diner

The little diner at the coast bellowed in the night, rattling glass panes within window frames. Inside, the warm air lay heavy with the scents of coffee and bacon grease, just a hint of the sea. Clara James tied her apron around her waist and brushed away a stray strand of runaway brown hair. But one more night, she thought.

Above the door, the bell jingled, and a nighttime visitor was announced. Clara looked up from the counter, her heart stopping in mid-beat. This man who stepped inside was unlike anyone who ventured into the diner. He was tall and shouldered, in a tailored suit that spoke volumes about money and power. His face was well-defined and handsome, but it was his eyes that really captured Clara's attention. Green and piercing, they swept the room with the practiced ease of a man who got used to having the world buckle to his whims.

"Table for one?" Clara asked. Her voice didn't so much as falter, despite the peculiar tension curling into a tight spring within her chest.

He smiled. A slow, deliberated curving of his lips, predator-like almost.

"Depends," he said-the rich, gravelly cadence low enough that his voice rumbled down her spine. "You serve the coffee strong enough to wake up the dead?"

Her lips actually twitched; her natural sarcasm slipped through. "If the coffee doesn't do it, the complaints about it will."

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, and for a moment, the weight of his gaze seemed to lighten.

"I'll take that as a yes."

She walked him to a booth by the window, her skin prickling with awareness of his eyes on her as he followed. As she reached across to hand him the menu, she caught a whiff of something-woody and clean, like pine and crisp winter air. It was comforting, though she let the thought slide away.

"What brings you to town?" she asked, hoping she sounded casual.

Business," he replied, his tone short but not rude. He watched her a beat longer than he needed to. "And you? How long have you lived here?"

"Long enough to know when someone's dodging a question," Clara returned, one eyebrow rising.

His mouth did that twitchy thing again; it was as near to a smile as she'd seen.

"Touché."

She smiled, then turned and retreated behind the counter, pushing aside the pricking sensation left on her skin.

Behind the counter, Jennie leaned in close, curiosity barely veiled.

"Who's Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous?" she whispered sideways toward the stranger.

"No idea," Clara said, pouring a fresh pot of coffee. "But he's not from around here."

"Oh, obviously," Jennie said, the humor dripping from her voice. "He looks like he stepped off the cover of some billionaire magazine."

"Probably here to buy up more land," Clara grumbled.

"You know the type: rich entitled, thinks he can fix everything with a fat check." Jennie hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe, but I wouldn't mind him fixing me with that smile."

Clara rolled her eyes, but her gaze swung back to the man in the corner booth. There was something about him-something that felt out of place, yet not entirely unwelcome. It was as though he belonged somewhere far, far grander than this greasy diner, and yet here he was, sipping coffee like all the other customers.

Time crawled, hours ticking away until Clara and Jennie were the only ones left at the diner besides this mysterious stranger. He sat silent, sipping his coffee, eyes never still, drinking in everything around him with quiet intensity.

Clara set to work cleaning the tables without further ado but couldn't shake off the weight of his gaze upon her. Not intrusive, yet it was-a knowing gaze, felt as if he saw pieces of her that she wasn't intentionally revealing.

When she finally approached his table to clear his plate, he spoke again. "Clara James," he said, glancing at her name tag. "You've lived here all your life?"

"Pretty much," she said, her tone cautious. "Why?"

Just curious." He leaned back, his posture deceptively relaxed. "It's a peaceful town. Quiet."

Most of the time," she agreed, though something about the way he said it made her feel anything but calm."

Do you like it here?" he pressed, peering into her eyes.

Clara faltered. It was a light question, but the response felt heavier than it should.

"It's home," she finally said. "Still, I suppose everyone wonders if there's something greater beyond."

He lingered on her another moment before nodding-like the answer was to some silent suspicion.

Before Clara could ask what he meant, the bell above the door was jingling again. A man in a worn trench coat came in. His face was harried as his eyes scanned the room. He stopped as his gaze finally fell on Clara.

"Miss James," he said. His voice was brisk and urgent. "I need a moment of your time."

Her heart raced at the mere thought of this stranger, but it was the mysterious quality of his words that made Clara involuntarily shiver a bit. "I'm terribly sorry, but do I really know you?"

"The fact is, no, but we need to talk." He stepped in closer. "It's about your family. Your real family."

It really did just hit her like a ton of bricks. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said in a quivering voice.

In one swift movement, Alex was standing, his height suddenly towering and commanding. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, the coldness in his voice like a whiplash.

The man looked at Alex but immediately dismissed him and fixed his gaze on Clara. "This is private business," he said firmly. "Miss James, please."

Clara's hands shook as she clutched her tray. "What do you mean, my real family?

His voice was low, tentative. "You're Isabella Hayes. The Hayes family has been looking for you for years."

The room seemed to slant; the air closed over her like a vice. "That's. impossible," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Alex's face darkened, his jaw clenching as he moved closer to Clara. "I think you need to explain yourself," he warned.

The man didn't answer him. "Miss James, there are people who will stop at nothing to keep this silent. You're in danger."

Clara stared hard at the man as her mind reeled.

"Danger? From whom?"

"From the very people who should be protecting you," he said, the face unrelenting. "It is not just them, though. Others have heard whispers. They know what you are."

"What am I?" Clara echoed her tone shaking.

Alex's eyes slitted down to threatening cuts, his body curling in upon an imminent strike. "I think you need to leave," Alex replied in an ultra-low menacing voice.

He didn't back off. Eyes darting between Alex and then to Clara: "You just don't understand-she won't be safe if she stays here, not from them, not from anybody.

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