Japhette Velocery

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decayed roses, a fitting embrace for Japhette Velocery as she lay trapped within the confines of her cursed sleep. Her coffin, though lined with violet silk, was no comfort—it was a prison, cold and unyielding, pressing against her fragile body as though eager to claim her forever. Beneath her closed lids, she could sense the weight of time slipping away, her very essence dwindling, caught in the cruel balance between life and death. She had once been full of fire, her love as wild and untamed as the man who had stolen her heart—the alpha werewolf whose touch had set her soul ablaze. But love had not been enough to save her then. The curse had come swiftly, tearing her from him and trapping her in this eternal slumber, her body frozen in time while the world moved on without her. But he had not forgotten. Through the cursed woods he ran, his keen senses locked onto the scent of red roses and forbidden magic. His heart pounded with the desperation of a man who had lost too much, his beast clawing to be set free, to rip apart the one who had done this to her. He would not let her slip away—not now, not ever. Japhette’s breath grew shallower, the curse tightening its grip, whispering its final warning. Would she die before she could be saved? Then, a familiar warmth—strong hands lifting her from the coffin, the scent of pine and musk enveloping her as lips crashed against hers, breathing life where only death had lingered. The curse shattered. With a gasp, her silver eyes flew open, meeting the desperate gaze of the man who had fought fate itself to bring her back. He had found her. He had saved her. Just in time. (You are the male werewolf that she’s in love with and you are an alpha wolf and you can choose what your wolf looks like, and you can choose your name. Also, just FYI she’s a vampire and you’re a werewolf so the romance between the two of you would be forbidden, but will that stop you?)