ELEVEN DAYS TO CHRISTMAS 

The curtains in Eve room are open when she wakes. Morning light spills across the sheets, too bright, and her head aches.

Eve pushes herself up, blinking at the clock on the dresser. It's nearly ten. Someone's already set out clothes for her, a cream blouse, tailored pants and a pair of flat shoes. Not her usual style.

She dresses quickly, still half lost in the memories of the night before the dance, the snow, the look in Lucian's eyes, the strange sound from the gardens. None of it makes any sense.

When she steps into the hall, two guards nod and lead her toward a smaller dining room off the main hall. Her parents are already there. The table is set with untouched breakfast.

Her mother rises immediately. "Eve. Sit."

She does, wary. "What's going on? Why are there guards?"

Her father clears his throat. "There's something we need to tell you. It should have been said years ago."

Eve looks between them. "You're scaring me."

Her mother exhales slowly. "Last night, you felt something, didn't you? Something strange."

Eve nods, uncertain. "When I went outside, I thought I heard an animal. But it wasn't... I don't know. It felt like it was inside me."

Her father's eyes drop to his coffee. "That's because it was."

Her mother cuts in softly. "You were born different, Eve. Both of us are, though you've never seen it. We kept it from you so you could have something close to a normal life."

"Kept what from me?"

Her mother meets her eyes. "We're werewolves. All of us. Every family in the syndicate is bound by that bloodline."

Eve laughs once, quiet and disbelieving. "That's not funny."

"We're not joking," her father says. "The Vasilievs are the oldest of the packs, werewolf royalty. The syndicate formed around them generations ago. They control more than business, they control balance."

Eve shakes her head. "You can't expect me to believe that. I would know if I was-"

"You're starting to change," her mother interrupts gently. "It's why your eyes burned last night, it is why you heard that animalistic sound Principessa."

Eve stares at her. "And you're saying Lucian knew?"

Her father's jaw tightens. "He was told. The Alpha of the Vasiliev pack was meant to guide your transition when the time came."

"So I'm some kind of project between families?"

"That's not what this is," her mother says quickly. "We wanted to protect you."

Eve stands up, the chair scraping back. "By lying to me?"

Her father doesn't look away. "You were a child. We thought if we waited long enough, you might never change. We were wrong."

Before she can answer, the door opens. Lucian walks in. No guards announce him. He doesn't ask permission. He just enters, calm and certain, like it's his house.

"Good morning," he says, voice even. "I hope they've started explaining."

Eve crosses her arms. "Started ruining my life? Yes, they have."

He studies her face for a moment, then looks to her parents. "You should let me handle it from here."

Her father hesitates. "She's our daughter."

"And she's becoming something you can't control," Lucian replies. "You know what happens if the shift begins without guidance."

Her mother nods reluctantly. "Be careful with her."

Lucian's eyes soften just slightly. "Always."

When they're gone, Eve sits again, still tense. "So what now? You lecture me about destiny?"

Lucian takes the seat across from her. "No lectures. Only facts. Your body is changing. Your senses will start to sharpen. You'll hear things you shouldn't, smell things too strong to stand. If you resist it, you'll hurt yourself."

She folds her arms tighter. "And if I don't?"

"Then you'll change," he says simply. "And you'll understand everything."

Eve looks down at her hands. They tremble slightly. "You really believe this."

"I don't need to believe it. I live it."

She lifts her gaze to his. "Show me then. Prove it."

Lucian's mouth tilts in the faintest smile. "That's exactly what I was planning to do."

Lucian leads her out through a side hall that opens onto the back gardens. The morning air is sharp and clean. The snow from the night before has hardened into a thin crust, crunching under their shoes.

Eve keeps her distance, following a few paces behind. "So this is what you do all day? Run a business and play pack leader?"

He glances over his shoulder. "The syndicate runs itself. The pack doesn't."

They pass a line of tall hedges and step into an open yard surrounded by stone walls. The place looks like a cross between a military compound and a private estate. Men train in pairs, moving with controlled precision. Some shift into wolves mid-strike, their movements fast, brutal, and eerily silent.

Eve stops short. "You weren't exaggerating."

"No. And these are just the inner guard. The rest stay closer to the borders."

One of the men calls out, "Alpha!" and lowers his head slightly. The others follow suit. Lucian gives a brief nod, then gestures toward Eve. "This is Eve Moretti...." his voice fades "She's under my protection."

Every head lifts at once. No one says a word.

Lucian looks at her. "You'll have to get used to that."

"I'd rather they didn't all stare."

"They're wolves," he says. "They sense what's happening to you. They can smell it."

Eve wraps her arms around herself. "That's... comforting."

Lucian's mouth twitches, amused. "It should be. They'll defend you because of it."

He leads her toward the edge of the forest, away from the others. The snow here is untouched, the ground rising gently toward a line of tall fir trees.

"This is where you'll start," he says.

"Start what?"

"Letting it happen."

Eve shakes her head. "No. Whatever this is, it can wait. I need to think."

"You don't have time," he says quietly. "It's already begun. Your wolf is awake, and the longer you fight her, the more pain you'll be in."

She takes a step back. "You make it sound like a disease."

"It isn't. It's who you are."

Eve looks away, staring at the frost-covered trees. "And if I don't want it?"

Lucian moves closer, his voice lower now. "Then it will come for you anyway."

He reaches out, not to grab her, but to tilt her chin toward him. "You need to listen. This isn't a punishment. It's instinct. You can hate it later. Right now, you need to survive it."

Her pulse pounds under his fingers. "How do I even start?"

"Close your eyes," he says. "Breathe in through your nose. Slow. Focus on the ground under you. The sound of your heartbeat. The way the air feels on your skin."

She does. Her body tenses as warmth rushes through her chest. The sound of the forest grows louder , birds, wind, even the faint hum of power lines in the distance.

Lucian's voice stays calm. "You're hearing it now. That's your wolf waking up."

"I don't feel in control."

"You're not supposed to. You let her come through."

Her knees shake. She grips her arms. "Lucian, I can't-"

"You can," he says firmly. "I'm here."

Eve opens her eyes. The world looks sharper, brighter. Her pulse races so fast she can hear it in her ears. She steps back, frightened. "Something's wrong."

Lucian catches her by the shoulders. "It's starting. Don't fight it."

The pain hits before she can answer.

It's not sharp, not stabbing, just everywhere at once, heat, pressure, bones stretching. She gasps, stumbling forward. He holds her steady, murmuring quietly, "Breathe through it. Don't fight."

Her vision blurs and the forest tilts and then everything burns white.

The ground feels like it's moving under her. Her hands press into the snow, but she can barely feel it. Her breath comes in short bursts.

Lucian kneels beside her. "Stay with me. You're almost through the hard part."

"It hurts," she manages, voice shaking.

"I know." He keeps his tone calm, unhurried. "Let it happen. Don't fight it."

Her heartbeat pounds in her ears. Something inside her chest cracks, not from pain, but from pressure, like something breaking free. The sound of her bones shifting fills her own hearing.

She gasps once and the air turns sharp. Her body moves before she can think. The pain changes, less human, more alive. When she blinks again, she isn't seeing the world the same way. The snow glows brighter. The colors of the trees have edges she's never seen before.

Lucian is no longer kneeling in front of her. He's beside her in his wolf form, a massive creature with gray fur streaked in darker shades, eyes the same cold silver she saw last night.

Eve stares at him, startled, but there's no fear. Her new instincts know him. He circles her slowly, brushing against her side with deliberate care.

For a long moment, they don't move. He bows his head slightly, a silent invitation.

Eve steps closer, testing her balance, then presses her head lightly against his neck. A low sound rumbles from his chest in response, not quite a growl, more like a command mixed with approval.

Something inside her settles. The strange heat that had filled her all morning eases. For the first time, she feels right.

Lucian nudges her shoulder and breaks into a run. She follows, unsure why, only knowing that she needs to. The cold air rushes through her fur. The snow crunches beneath her paws. It isn't frightening anymore, now it feels natural.

They move together across the open field, weaving between trees. He's faster, but not by much. He glances back once, as if checking she's keeping pace.

Eve answers by leaping ahead. For a few seconds, she feels weightless, every sense alive.

When they stop, it's deep in the woods where the sunlight falls in thin lines through the branches. Lucian shifts first, standing human again, his breath visible in the cold air.

Eve hesitates, then follows his lead. The shift back is quicker, smoother. She sinks to her knees in the snow, exhausted but calm.

Lucian takes off his coat and drapes it over her shoulders before she can reach for it herself. "That's it," he says quietly. "It's done."

Eve looks up at him, still dazed. "I thought I was going to die."

"You almost did."

She exhales, a shaky laugh escaping before she can stop it. "Then why do I feel like I could run a mile now?"

"Because you could." He studies her face for a moment. "How do you feel?"

"Different."

"In a good way?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Lucian's expression softens. "You did well. Most people take longer to trust it."

"I didn't really have a choice."

He smiles slightly. "You did. You chose to let it happen."

She looks down at the snow still melting around her. "It doesn't feel real."

"It will. Give it time."

Lucian straightens, offering her his hand. "Come on. You need to meet the pack."

Eve takes his hand, still catching her breath. "Do I have to?"

"They'll expect it. You're one of us now."

She doesn't argue, though she isn't sure she's ready.

Lucian leads her back through the snow toward the mansion. Her steps feel lighter, but her mind races. The shift, the power, the strange calm that followed, it's too much to process.

The moment they step inside, several wolves in human form bow their heads slightly. The gesture is subtle but unified. One of them, a tall man with close-cropped hair, steps forward. "Alpha."

Lucian nods. "This is Marco, my second. He keeps order when I'm gone."

Marco's eyes flick to Eve. "And this?"

Lucian's tone leaves no room for question. "My mate."

Eve stiffens, surprised, but he doesn't look at her. Marco only nods once. "Understood."

The others echo, "Understood," before returning to their duties. Eve feels the weight of their glances as they pass.

When they reach the upper hall, Lucian gestures toward the long corridor. "They needed to see you. Recognition keeps the hierarchy stable."

She folds her arms. "You could have warned me before calling me your mate."

"It's what you are," he says simply. "It wasn't a declaration. It was a fact."

"That's not how it feels."

He stops, facing her fully. "Then how does it feel?"

Eve hesitates. "Like I just signed something without reading it first."

His expression softens. "You didn't sign anything. You answered an instinct. We both did."

She doesn't reply, unsure what to say. He gestures toward a side room. "You should rest. The first shift drains energy."

"I'm not tired," she says, even though her body feels heavy.

"Then eat." He opens the door to a smaller dining area. A few plates sit waiting, meat, bread, fruit, and a glass of dark wine. "You'll need strength for what comes next."

Eve arches a brow. "And what exactly comes next?"

Lucian's mouth curves faintly. "Understanding the bond."

The words make her pulse quicken. She looks down at the table, pretending to study the food. "You talk about it like it's a weapon."

"It can be," he says quietly. "But only if we use it wrong."

He steps closer. His hand brushes hers as he sets down the glass. The contact is brief, but heat rushes through her arm. She looks up, startled by how near he is now.

He searches her face. "You feel it too."

"I don't know what I feel."

"Yes, you do." His voice lowers. "It's the bond."

Eve doesn't move. She should step back, say something sharp, but she can't. The air between them feels charged again, the same pull that started on the dance floor.

Lucian's hand lingers at her jaw, his thumb tracing the edge of her cheek. "You can fight it if you want, but it won't stop."

She whispers, "Then what happens if I don't fight it?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he leans in. Their lips meet, slow, deliberate, inevitable.

The kiss deepens. Her hands find his shoulders without thinking. The warmth between them grows, the pull stronger, until she can't tell where it starts or ends. The moment stretches, raw and consuming, until he finally pulls back.

He murmurs, "You're shaking."

Eve's voice is barely steady. "I'm fine."

He studies her again, then takes her hand. "Come with me."

They move through the hall, silent except for the faint echo of their steps. He leads her to the terrace where the forest meets the edge of the property. The moonlight catches the frost on the railing, silver against the dark.

Eve looks out at the trees. "I can still hear them. The wolves."

"They hear you too now," Lucian says. "You're part of them."

She glances up at him. "And part of you."

His hand slips to the back of her neck, steady and sure. The kiss that follows is hungrier, no hesitation this time.

Lucian takes her hand and they move deeper into the forest and in the middle is the most fairytale scene Eve had ever stumbled on.

A three step bed spread with silk white sheets covers the bed, flowers spread across the bed, and leaves intertwine beneath the floor.

Lucian's hands slips beneath her waist and pulls her close. Her pulse roars to life, fingers grasp her tighter, his fingers sinking deep into her hip flesh.

His eyes glows in the forest, a gray that she never thought she would look at with so much lust and love

Their lips merge again and Lucian places her on the bed, soft against her back, his fingers moves to her neck, lips replacing them.

She shivers as he continues his assault in her neck. He leaves trains of kisses down the bare skin, his fingers pulls her top off with one swift motion revealing just her bra.

"Lucian" Eve gasp her eyes wide at his move

"Trust me Amore mio" His deep voice sends vibrations to my pussy, a sensation I had never felt before with other men, was it the mate bond this entire time?

She closes her eyes and allows him pull off the bra in one swift motion

"Open your eyes Amore mio" Lucian's fingers slide across her erect nipples. 

Eve opens her eyes and in one swift motion Lucian places a nipple in his mouth, his tongue slides naughtily across the flesh and Eve shivers where she lays 

"Lucian" She moans feeling the heat pool between her legs.

"Yes Amore mio" he lets go of her nipples looking down at her orgasam stricken face

"What..What was that?" Eve looks at him, she couldn't cum that easily with her toys.

"Oh Amore mio, you have no idea what you're in for" Lucian captures her lips in his again, their tongue fighting for dominance.

Lucian can't take the heat anymore, he pulls off his shirt revealing sturdy string abs,his skin glows in the forest, lines of muscles flexing as Eve places her arms across them.

They feel hot, body drumming with heat as they get rid of the rest of their clothes, his fingers pull her legs apart and Eve waits with gusto as he lines up between her legs.

"Lucian" Eve turns to him, "I've never done this before"

Lucian stops, his lip curving up in a small smile, "I will take it gently Amore mio" he says and lines up between her legs again

This time he is much more gentle, Eve gasp as he fills her, she feels a sharp sting but it's quickly covered up when Lucian thrusts fully into her.

He pauses looking at her for confirmation but it seems Lucian is struggling as well. He fights not to cum immediately as he moves across her body.

The heat overtakes them and he thrust into her, now moving deliberately, He is much faster. Eve's moans fill the forest, a glow of purple and blue glow around them, Eve yells out in a loud moan when she feels her orgasam come forward 

"Yes Lucian" she holds onto his back, her claws elongate, scratching into his back but Lucian doesn't care.

Not when it comes to his mate. Their moans fills the forest as Lucian finally lets go,his cum fills her and her eyes pop open, a loud gasp leaving her lips as she orgasams one more time.

"Youre my mate Eve, mine, now and always" Lucian bends capturing her lips in hers one more time.

Before Eve can reply, she feels Lycian harden inside her again.

When dawn breaks, Eve lies still, half awake, her body warm against his. Outside, the forest glows with the first hint of sunlight.

Something moves between the trees.

A figure steps forward just far enough to see. Lyra D'Amato watches from the shadows, her coat brushing the snow. Her eyes follow the lighted window above, then narrow.

She smiles once, small and cold. "So it begins."

10 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS 

Eve wakes to soft light creeping across the ceiling. The room is still, Lucian must have brought them here after she had passed out asleep in the forest. The fire in the corner burns low, casting orange light across the sheets.

Lucian is beside her, awake but motionless. He rests one arm behind his head, eyes on the ceiling, as if thinking through the day already.

For a moment, she just watches him. His face is relaxed, not the unreadable version everyone else sees.

When he notices her gaze, he turns slightly. "You've been staring for a while."

"I was trying to decide if you actually sleep."

He smiles, faintly. "Sometimes."

She stretches, pulling the blanket up to her chest. "You don't look like someone who rests much."

"Not often." His voice is low, still rough from sleep. "But yesterday was different."

The words hang there. She can feel her cheeks warm, but she doesn't look away. "You mean because of me."

He studies her quietly. "Because of us."

Eve sits up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. "What happens now? Do I start calling you Alpha Don too?"

Lucian sits up as well, the movement easy, deliberate. "You can call me whatever you like."

"That sounds dangerous."

He gives her that same quiet smile again. "It might be."

For a while, neither of them speaks. The air between them hums with the kind of silence that doesn't need to be filled. Then Lucian reaches for the phone on the nightstand, presses one button, and says, "Bring breakfast here."

Eve tilts her head. "I can walk downstairs."

"You could," he says, "but the pack will be waiting. They'll want to see you. You should be ready."

Her stomach tightens. "You mean they know already?"

"They'll know as soon as they see you." He smirks

The knock comes a few minutes later. Two servers enter quietly, setting down a tray on the small table by the window, coffee, fruit, eggs, and something that looks like roast meat. When they leave, Lucian pours her a cup.

She takes it, still uneasy. "Are they all like this? So... disciplined?"

He nods. "It's what keeps the peace."

Eve sips the coffee, watching him. "And you're their peacekeeper."

"I'm their Alpha. That's not always the same thing."

He says it plainly, without pride or complaint. She sets her cup down. "Does that make me their Luna?"

Lucian looks at her for a long moment. "It makes you mine."

The words send a strange warmth through her. He stands, pulling on his shirt, and glances back at her. "Eat something. Then get dressed. Breakfast with the pack starts at ten."

Eve watches him button his cuffs. "And if I say I'd rather stay here?"

"Then I'd have to convince you otherwise."

She smiles. "You think that's easy?"

"I think you'd let me try."

He leans in, kisses her once, brief but certain, before heading for the door. "Ten o'clock," he says again, and leaves.

Eve sits there for a moment, looking at the empty doorway, the untouched food, the sunlight spilling across the floor. Everything about her life feels unfamiliar now, and somehow, she likes it.

The dining hall is larger than she expected, more like a council chamber than a room for meals. The table stretches almost the length of the floor, covered with silver dishes and strong coffee that fills the air with roasted warmth.

Lucian stands at the head of the table, already speaking quietly with Marco and Dr. Rowan. The conversation stops when Eve enters.

Everyone looks up.

Lucian's eyes find her first. "You're late."

She hesitates, unsure if he's serious. "I didn't realize there was a clock on breakfast."

Marco hides a grin behind his cup. Lucian's mouth curves slightly. "You'll learn."

He gestures toward the seat beside him. "Here."

Eve crosses the room, aware of every glance. Marco, Rowan, and two other lieutenants she doesn't know follow her with polite but assessing eyes. She sits, keeping her posture straight.

Lucian nods to one of the servers. Plates are set in front of her again, this time smaller, eggs, fruit, and a slice of toast she doesn't touch right away.

"Eat," Lucian says quietly.

She picks up her fork. "Are you always this commanding before noon?"

"Only when it works."

That earns a small laugh from Marco. "The Alpha's charming this morning. Must be the weather."

Lucian doesn't look away from Eve. "It's not the weather."

The table goes silent again. Eve focuses on her plate, trying not to blush.

Dr. Rowan clears his throat. "The pack's training numbers are stable. No injuries reported. The border patrols have doubled since last week."

Lucian nods. "Keep them that way. I want eyes on the north perimeter after dusk."

Eve listens, half fascinated. The conversation sounds like business and military rolled together. Orders, reports, coded language. Everyone defers to Lucian without question.

At one point, he leans slightly toward her. "You'll get used to this. It's quieter than it looks."

"I wasn't complaining," she says softly.

"You don't have to. I can read you."

She glances at him, unsure what to say. The way he says it isn't possessive,  it's matter-of-fact, as if he already knows her reactions before she does.

Rowan speaks again, but Eve barely hears. Lucian's hand brushes hers under the table, a small, fleeting touch, gone as soon as it starts. No one else notices.

Her pulse quickens anyway.

A server enters with more coffee, moving carefully between the chairs. The smell mixes with the scent of warm bread and pine from the open window. Eve finally starts to relax, feeling almost comfortable among them.

That's when the doors open.

A woman steps inside, tall and graceful, dressed in a fitted black coat and dark red heels. Her hair is a pale gold that catches the morning light. The same woman from the party before

Lucian's voice is slightly lighter. "Lyra."

Eve turns. The woman smiles, the kind of smile meant to unsettle. "Good morning, Alpha. I hope I'm not interrupting."

"You are," Lucian says, not moving from his seat. "This is a private meeting."

"I heard," Lyra says smoothly, walking closer. "But since when do I need an invitation to see an old friend?"

She stops near the table and looks directly at Eve. "And this must be the new Luna."

Eve stands automatically, unsure what to do. "Eve Moretti."

Lyra's smile doesn't change. "How lovely. I'm Lyra D'Amato. Lucian and I grew up together."

Lucian cuts in, his tone even. "Lyra."

She glances at him, amused. "Relax. I'm only being polite."

The air feels tight. Eve sits again, not trusting her voice. Lyra's presence fills the room, confident and practiced, as if she knows every reaction she causes.

Marco clears his throat. "Perhaps we should continue this later-"

Lucian doesn't move. "That would be best."

Lyra looks at him one last time, then back to Eve. "We'll speak soon. It's what friends do."

Without waiting for permission, she turns and walks out, leaving the faint sound of her heels echoing across the marble floor.

Eve keeps her expression calm, but her stomach twists. Lucian watches the door long after it closes.

"Who is she really?" Eve asks quietly.