Full Moon Fling with a Billionaire Alpha

Name: Full Moon Fling with a Billionaire Alpha
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One reckless night, architect Elle Wilder encounters an alpha she never expected: Lucian Thorne, billionaire mogul with a moonlit secret. A surprise pregnancy thrusts them into a world of hidden identities and ancient desires. As whispers of the Silvermoon Pack swirl, Lucian must shield his pack while deciphering Elle's past. She, in turn, grapples with a newfound power and the undeniable pull towards the man who changed everything. Elle must confront her own hidden power and navigate the treacherous world of the Silvermoon Pack, choosing between her fiercely independent spirit and the undeniable pull of her child's father. Lucian, torn between duty and desire, must protect his secret while deciphering the mysteries surrounding Elle and the prophecy that binds them. Will their forbidden love blossom under the moonlit sky, or will betrayal, suspicion, and ancient shadows tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of passion, danger, and an unexpected family, Elle and Lucian must embrace their destinies and choose between control and the wild song of their werewolf hearts.

Thriller Suspense Modern Betrayal Love triangle Alpha Billionaires

Chapter 18 Echoes of Shadow

05-07 04:21

Chapter 1 Two Lines on a Canvas

The word mocked me from its perch atop the white plastic stick, a jarring contrast to the muted elegance of the gallery bathroom. Champagne bubbles still danced in my veins, remnants of a celebration that now felt as hollow as a cheap imitation.

"Pregnant." Me. Elle Wilder, the woman who'd meticulously designed her life around blueprints and blueprints alone, was now facing a blueprint of an entirely different kind.

I leaned against the cool marble counter, my reflection a stark tableau of disbelief. Wild auburn curls, usually a vibrant halo of defiance, now seemed to droop in defeat. Emerald eyes, normally ablaze with passion, were clouded with uncertainty. Architect of steel and dreams, the critics called me. But this... this was a curveball even my meticulous blueprints couldn't predict.

Outside, the muted murmur of the art opening hummed like a distant symphony. My heart thrummed a discordant counterpoint, a frantic tango of denial and disbelief. How could this be? It was one night, a reckless collision of champagne and moonlight, a fleeting moment of surrender to the allure of a stranger I'd never expected to see again. Yet here I stood, a brushstroke of irony on the canvas of my carefully constructed life.

I abandoned the test on the counter, its stark presence a haunting reminder amidst the sleek lines and polished chrome. Moonlight seeped through the skylight, casting eerie shadows that danced across the unfinished canvas propped against the wall-a tempest of crimson and indigo, a reflection of the turmoil within me.

A wave of nausea surged, and I pressed my palm against my abdomen, my fingers tracing the subtle curve that now held a secret capable of shattering my world. Architect, indeed. But what kind of life had I unknowingly constructed?

The strains of a cello drifted from the gallery, its haunting melody weaving through the air like a silken thread, drawing me back to the world beyond the bathroom walls. A world of champagne toasts and art enthusiasts, where my career as a rising architect was poised to take flight. A world where control and precision were my paintbrushes, and I sculpted reality to my exacting vision. Until now.

I inhaled a shaky breath, gathering the tattered remnants of my composure. It was time to face the music, time to navigate the treacherous gallery of my own emotions. Pregnant. The word echoed in my mind, a relentless brushstroke painting a future I'd never dared to envision.

But as I stepped out of the bathroom, a sudden shift in the atmosphere prickled my skin. A hush fell over the crowd, heads turning towards the entrance as if drawn by an unseen force. And there, framed by the moonlit archway, stood a man who stole the breath from my lungs and painted the world in shades of danger and desire.

Lucian Thorne. Billionaire tycoon. Enigmatic recluse. And, as I would soon discover, the man who'd painted more than just passion onto my canvas that fateful night. He was a wolf in a tailored suit, and his gaze-dark, magnetic, and searing with an intensity that bordered on predatory-locked onto mine.

In that moment, as our eyes met across the gallery, a chilling realization washed over me. This wasn't just a twist of fate. It was a collision of worlds, a prophecy painted in moonlight and whispered in shadows. And I was about to discover that some secrets have teeth.