Their Moonbound Mate

Real me

The hours spent with Tayla had filled my evening, leaving a pleasant, unfamiliar lightness in my chest. It was late, the clock on my phone blinking a calm 10:00 PM, yet I felt energized. For the first time, the character of Mia Greens hadn't felt like a complete lie; she had been given a small space to breathe and connect. But now, back in the quiet isolation of my room, it was time for Mia to step aside.

I walked to the full-length mirror, my movements deliberate and sure. The timid posture I had held all day melted away, and I stood tall, my shoulders squared. I reached up and carefully removed the oversized, black-framed glasses that had been my disguise. The moment they came off, it felt like shedding a skin.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared back at me, a brilliant, dangerous red that pulsed with raw power. They were my true eyes, and for others, they were a mark of caution, a color that screamed danger. But for me, they were my most powerful weapon, a tool far more precise than any algorithm. With a single, focused glance, I could pierce through a person's facade, seeing their true intentions and judging their every weakness.

Next, my fingers went to the simple-looking bracelet on my wrist. It was no ordinary piece of jewelry. As I unfastened the clasp, a subtle, sweet scent of lilacs that had been clinging to me dissipated, replaced by the deep, earthy smell of wet stone and wild pines. The bracelet was a sophisticated piece of technology designed to suppress my natural werewolf scent—a signature as unique as a fingerprint—and project a false, human-like one. I knew this campus was crawling with werewolves, and I could not afford to leave even the smallest trail that could compromise my mission.

I am a werewolf, and my wolf's name is Nyx. She has red eyes, just like me, and her fur is a pure, unblemished white—a rare and coveted color that marks her as an Omega to some, but a true Alpha to others. For this mission, I had not only disguised my human self but also muted my wolf’s essence, a heavy sacrifice for a creature as wild and free as Nyx.

As the owner of the world’s largest information guild, I could have any data I wanted at the snap of my fingers. Yet, I am standing here, on the threshold of a new life, a stranger to my own past. There are pieces of my history that are missing, a void I am determined to fill. It's a paradox: I am the master of information, but I know nothing about myself.

I had given a strict order to my right-hand man: "Do not contact me until I contact you." He doesn't know where I am, and that is exactly how I built my empire—by operating in the shadows, an untraceable force.

Nayla is confident and calculated; Mia is the fragile disguise. And I need to be Mia to succeed. The night is young, and so is my unwavering passion. I pulled my laptop closer, the screen glowing, and dived into the digital streams of data. The hunt had officially begun.