Unexpected - The Enigma.

Chapter-10

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" I feel it in your scent .
It's like tailored to my lungs "

- Josh Walker.

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Night. A time when creatures like me come alive. As a werewolf, I thrive in the darkness, drawn to the mystery and secrecy it provides. The harsh daylight is overwhelming, but the soft glow of the moon is a balm to my soul. It's as if the Moon Goddess herself is bestowing her power and protection upon me.

Even on nights when the moon is hidden, the starry sky brings me a sense of peace. The twinkling lights above are a reminder that I'm not alone, that there's magic and wonder in the darkness.

As I stand before the world, a superstar singer known to all as Arthur, few know the truth. Behind the spotlight, I am Arthur Xavier Romano, a man with a secret life. Yet, despite the dichotomy, I am still the same person.

I've achieved my dream, and after years of living in the public eye, I feel ready to take a step back. Not to abandon my music, but to reassess my priorities. As I've grown older, I've come to realize the weight of my responsibilities.

My father, the king, has always been supportive of my choices. Looking back, I realize he knew this day would come. Perhaps that's why he allowed me to live a relatively normal life for as long as I could. But now, I know that soon I'll have to return to my royal duties, to take my rightful place as king.

Sleep eluded me, a fleeting dream I couldn't grasp. In moments like these, I'd normally find solace in my art. I'd pick up my pen, or strum the strings of my guitar, and let the music flow. My songs often began as random sentences, born from my emotions, my heart, and the world around me.

As a creative soul, I've learned to tap into my feelings, to let them guide my craft. It's a universal language, one that transcends words and speaks directly to the heart. Whether I'm a singer, a writer, or a painter, the process remains the same - a symphony of emotions, poured onto the page, or into the melody.

I glanced at the clock, the soft glow illuminating the dark room. Three in the morning. I sighed, my eyelids heavy with fatigue. Closing my diary, I set my pen aside.
I closed my eyes and gave in to my inner wolf.
To let him take over and do what he wanted to.

I sprinted out the window and landed with a soft thud on the adjacent balcony. My mom's thoughtful touch was evident in the beautiful purple hydrangeas plant that adorned the space, adding a warm, cozy ambiance. I never quite understood the magic of a simple plant, but somehow, it worked.

The gentle breeze carried the sweet, intoxicating scent of Anaya, my mate. Her fragrance wafted through the air, a subtle reminder of her presence. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the scent, and felt my tension melt away. As expected, it had an instant calming effect, soothing my frazzled nerves and quieting my racing thoughts.

As I watched, she turned and wrapped her arms around the stuffed animal that my mom had likely placed there. A warm smile spread across my face, knowing that my parents adored her just as much as I did. They, too, could see the kind and innocent soul shining brightly through her eyes.

Her eyes were incredibly expressive, a window to her thoughts and emotions. I could always tell what was on her mind just by looking into those beautiful, doe-like eyes. Now, as she slept, I noticed that her night lamps were still on, casting a soft glow over her face. Her hair was a tangled mess on the pillow, and her plump lips were slightly parted, emitting soft, gentle snores. My heart swelled with affection, and I couldn't help but feel the urge to kiss those lips.