Billionaire's Wolf

The city lights of New York twinkled below me as I stepped into the grand hall, a sea of glittering gowns and sharp tuxedos. I was used to these charity events, but tonight felt different. Tonight, I was drawn to a presence, a man named Ethan Hart Lauder. Ethan, with his sharp features and piercing gaze, was a man of science and logic. He held a power in the world of mortals that was both intriguing and intimidating. As he approached me, my heart pounded in my chest, a sensation I hadn't experienced in centuries. "Isabelle," he greeted, extending a hand. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. "Ethan," I replied, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. As I placed my hand in his, a strange warmth spread through me. It was as if I had known him for a lifetime, yet we had just met. We found ourselves lost in conversation as the night wore on. I was captivated by his passion for his work, his dreams, his ambitions. I found myself opening up to him, sharing stories of my travels, of the world I had seen. But I kept my secret, the legacy of the moon, hidden. Ethan looked at me, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Isabelle, you've told me so much about your travels and your experiences. But there's something more, isn't there?" He asked, his gaze never leaving mine. I felt a lump in my throat. How could I explain the unexplainable? "What makes you say that, Ethan?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He shrugged, "I don't know. It's just a feeling. Like there's a part of you that's hidden, a part of you that's... ancient." His words sent a shiver down my spine. He was closer to the truth than he realized. I looked at him, his earnest expression, his sincere curiosity. I felt a pull, a need to share my truth with him. But fear held me back. "Ethan," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "There are things about me, things that are hard to understand." He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "Isabelle, I want to understand. I want to know you, all of you." Ethan's inquiry truly shook me. In an attempt to steer away from such a challenging question, I proposed that we head to the ballroom for a dance. Luckily, he agreed to my proposal. I caught sight of a few women arching their eyebrows as Ethan conversed with me. I disregarded them, choosing instead to concentrate on Ethan's attractive visage. As the music filled the room, Ethan and I moved towards the dance floor. His hand was warm on my waist, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the eyes of the other women on us, their curiosity piqued, but I didn't care. I was lost in Ethan's gaze, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights of the ballroom. We swayed to the rhythm, our bodies moving in sync. Ethan was a surprisingly good dancer, his movements fluid and graceful. He pulled me closer, his voice a low whisper in my ear, "You're an amazing dancer, Isabelle." I laughed, the sound echoing in the grand hall. "You're not so bad yourself, Ethan." As we continued dancing, I felt a sense of euphoria I had never experienced before with any man, let alone someone like Ethan. The unique sparkle in his eyes was captivating, drawing me in. The music around us seemed to fade into the background as we moved in sync, lost in our own world. His laughter was contagious, his joy genuine. I found myself laughing along with him, forgetting about the world outside, about my secret. For those few hours, it was just Ethan and me. As the night started to wind down, Ethan pulled me closer, his voice a soft whisper, "Isabelle, this has been one of the most wonderful nights of my life." I looked up at him, his words warming my heart. "Mine too, Ethan," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. But our delightful conversation came to a halt when one of Ethan's personnel approached us. "Sir, Ms. Tyler has arrived." Ethan's face turned serious as he nodded at his staff. "Thank you. Please, excuse me for a moment, Isabelle," he said, his voice apologetic. As he walked away, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Our evening had been going so well, and I wasn't ready for it to end. But who was this Ms. Tyler? And why did her arrival seem to change Ethan's mood? Unable to shake off my curiosity, I decided to wait for Ethan. As I watched him from a distance, I couldn't help but wonder about his relationship with Ms. Tyler. Was she a business partner? An old friend? Or perhaps, something more? "Isabelle, it's almost midnight. We need to leave." I turned to see Ryan. Ryan was one of my parents' trusted confidants. I had no choice but to leave before midnight. As Ryan's words sank in, I felt a pang of disappointment. The night had been magical, and I wasn't ready for it to end. I glanced at Ethan, who was still talking to Ms. Tyler. I wanted to say goodbye, but I knew I couldn't. Not without revealing my secret. With a heavy heart, I turned to Ryan. "Alright, let's go," I said, forcing a smile. As we walked towards the exit, I took one last look at the ballroom, at Ethan. This night had changed something in me, and I knew things would never be the same again. As we stepped outside, the cool night air hit my face, bringing me back to reality. I was a creature of the moon, and my world was calling me back. But as the city lights faded behind us, I couldn't help but think of Ethan. Would our paths cross again? As the car pulled away from the grand building, I found myself lost in thought. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, and my mind was filled with 'what ifs'. What if I had told Ethan about my secret? What if I had stayed a little longer? But there was no point dwelling on what could have been. In the following days, I found myself thinking about Ethan more often than I'd like to admit. His laughter, his stories, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his dreams - they were all etched in my mind. I yearned to see him again, to dive deeper into his world. But I knew I had to be careful. After all, I had a duty to my pack, a legacy to uphold. One evening, as I was walking through Central Park under the moonlit sky, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, my heart skipping a beat as I saw the caller ID - Ethan. I took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello, Ethan." His voice was a welcome sound, "Isabelle, I've been thinking about you. Can we meet?" A smile spread across my face as I replied, "I'd like that, Ethan." As I hung up, I looked up at the moon, its glow illuminating the night. "What are you smiling about, Isabelle?" I was startled by my mother's voice. "Just a friend called me," I replied. "Really, huh? With that sparkle in your eyes?" My mother commented, unconvinced. I couldn't help but blush at my mother's teasing. "It's nothing like that, mom," I tried to assure her, but the smile on my face probably told a different story. Changing the subject, I asked, "How was your day?" As I listened to my mother recount her day, I couldn't help but think about Ethan. His call had brought a new sense of hope, a possibility of something more. But I knew I had to tread carefully. After all, I had a secret to protect, a legacy to uphold. Later that night, as I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the window, I thought about what the future held for Ethan and me. Our worlds were so different, yet there was an undeniable connection between us. I was eagerly looking forward to our next encounter. What I felt for Ethan was unique and difficult to articulate, but my heart was filled with immense joy. With every passing day, the anticipation of seeing Ethan again grew stronger. I found myself constantly checking my phone, smiling at the smallest reminders of him. My heart felt light, a kind of happiness I hadn't experienced in a long time. Finally, the day of our meeting arrived. I stood in front of the mirror, trying on different outfits, wanting to look my best for Ethan. As I settled on a simple yet elegant dress, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. "You're all dressed up today, Isabelle? Does my beautiful princess have a date?" My dad asked with a smile. "What do you think, Dad? Do I look good?" I asked him, smiling back.