The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Luna

r: The Birt

d against the cool sheets, and turned her head to the right. The same wetness greeted her on her right cheek. Sh

, was awake and licking her face with fervor. He nudged her gently, a furry alarm clock determined to rouse her fro

ations, and she squinted at the time: 5 PM. She had slept for over ten hours, a feat that felt both luxu

oversleeping often left one feeling more tired than before. The last thing she wanted was to look in the mirror and

he remembere

ging her to come inside. Zahi laughed softly, realizing he was likely telling her she stank or needed

before. She wore them over her nightwear as the night got chillier. She must have removed

vy had specially made her soap, a family recipe that worked wonders on their skin. They all used it, and it kept them free from acne breakouts and other sk

mbed her hair and dressed in a midriff tank top and shorts. The fabric felt

er for what felt like an eternity. "Happy birthday, my angel!" he exclaimed, his voice warm with affection.

athered around the counter, waiting for her arrival. The atmosphe

ered facade whispering secrets of centuries past. The once-vibrant paint had faded, revealing layers of his

windows that seemed to watch over the surrounding woods. The front door had long since bee

when opened, inviting visitors into a world where the past and present intertwined. A small back door led to a garage, which had seen better days, open

s over the years. The living room had been converted into a spacious master bedroom, filled with sunlight during the day and shadowy corners that hinted

om now had en-suite facilities except for Nina and Ivy's rooms which shared a bathroom. Descending into the basement revealed a hidden library, a sanctuary filled wit

t casts dancing shadows on the stone walls. The library is adorned with plush, worn chairs a

here the howls of unseen creatures echo at night, reminding

street. The surrounding homes, each with their own stories, create a sense of

drawing in those who dare to uncover its secrets. The whispers of the past

n to embrace him, the grandfather figure she adored. "You look

, his laughter warm and infectious. "Happy birthday, Princess! Here, ta