LOGINAfter Hebert's speech, which was nothing short of thunder shaking the room, I easily secured full control over the massive Southern Aid Project. Those arrogant Alphas, even though clearly unwilling, had no choice but to sign the joint agreement under the sheer dominance of the Bloodmoon Pack's power.This should've been an incredibly glorious victory, and holding that weighty authorization document in my hands did fill me with a kind of joy I'd never experienced before. It wasn't the fleeting happiness from playing or shopping—it was the genuine thrill of gaining recognition and authority, of finally being seen as someone who mattered.But along with the excitement came a constant undercurrent of unease. I'd never done anything like this before. It felt like being a baby taking its first steps, only to be thrown right to the edge of a treacherous cliff in the Alps. Could I really handle this? If I messed up, it wouldn't just shatter the hard-earned dignity I'd ba
Two mornings later, I stepped into the luxurious circular meeting room of Alpha Manor, dressed sharply in a tailored dark gray suit, with Hebert walking right beside me.The moment we entered, a suffocating wave of testosterone-filled pheromones and simmering aggression slammed into me. I instinctively frowned, my body stiffening ever so slightly. As I scanned the room, my gaze swept past familiar faces, but there was no sign of Brian.Good. One less headache to deal with.Rumor had it that the Blackwood Pack was neck-deep in a financial crisis, and Brian—selfish bastard that he was—was too busy plugging the holes in his sinking ship to show up for this charity meeting.Halfway through the meeting, I took a deep breath and pushed myself to my feet. Without hesitation, I projected the detailed plan I'd burned the midnight oil to prepare onto the large screen—my proposal for upgrading industries in impoverished packs and establishing new f
Half an hour later, the black SUV pulled up in front of a massive, imposing castle.I had thought this was supposed to be a casual private party, but the moment the heavy doors were pushed open by the attendants, I was completely stunned. There was no melodious waltz, no fancy-dressed socialites dancing gracefully. Instead, the spacious meeting hall was filled with a suffocating mix of cigar smoke, the sharp sting of cheap whiskey, and the overpowering pheromones of various dominant supernatural beings. Sitting around the long table were the leading figures of different territories and underground factions. This wasn't a party—it was a serious, cutthroat political arena!I turned to Hebert in shock, lowering my voice to a harsh whisper. "Why didn't you tell me this was a political meeting? I'm not even dressed for this!"Hebert calmly grasped my cold fingers. His hand was big and warm, radiating a steady stream of strength. He slightly lowered his head, his sapphire-blue eyes locking
Ashley's POVScalding water poured over my skin, but it couldn't wash away the bone-deep chill clinging to me. I slipped into a clean silk robe and sat alone in the empty living room. The old brass clock ticked monotonously, its cold hands mercilessly crossing past 2 a.m. Sleep was out of the question. Every time I closed my eyes, the repulsive stench of that rogue wolf burst through my senses like an unwelcome memory. The only thing that could chase away this suffocating darkness was the strength of Hebert's arms.But he wasn't back yet.The heavy oak door creaked low and deep as it was pushed open from the outside. A suffocating, overpowering scent of blood instantly flooded the air in the living room. This wasn't the smell of a simple scrape or cut—it was the lingering stench of spilled, overwhelming death. Hebert strode inside, his movements deliberate and commanding. His expensive suit jacket had been discarded, leaving his white shirt with its sleeves roughly shoved up to his el
Hebert's POVI carried Ashley out of the basement.Her body trembled under my suit jacket. Even through the thin fabric, I could feel the cold sweat seeping from her skin.My chest tightened painfully. Guilt and fury tore at me from the inside.This was my territory.And yet, right here in the Bloodmoon Pack's backyard, some filthy rogue wolf dared to lay a hand on my girl.I wanted to turn around that instant. I wanted to rip the worthless scum slumped in the corner into shreds. But I held myself back. Ashley needed me more.Her fragile question still echoed in my mind."Why are you so good to me?"Moon Goddess help me, I almost lost it.The raging beast inside me clawed violently at my ribs, desperate to burst free.It roared endlessly, wanting to tell her—because you're the one I love.I love you more than my own life. I want to fuse you into my very soul. I want the entire pack to know that you're the one true Luna of Bloodmoon.But I forced those words down and said nothing.Ashl
I buried my face into the warm curve of his neck, the scent of cedar wrapping around me.My hands clung tightly to his shirt, made of finely woven fabric, my nails almost piercing through it."Don't be scared."Hebert's voice came from above me. It was low, gravelly, and steeped in barely-held restraint."I'm here. I'll take you home, Ashley."That one line hit me like a surge of electricity, stripping away every layer of composure I had painstakingly built.When that disgusting thug insulted me with vile words, I didn't shed a tear.Even when he tore my dress apart and shoved me to the rough, gritty dirt, I refused to cry.I forced myself to raise every thorn the world had left me, fighting back with venomous words, searching desperately for any chance of escape.But now, hearing his gentle reassurance, every bit of that armor crumbled to dust.I couldn't hold it together anymore.I sobbed uncontrollably in his arms, my thin shoulders shaking with the intensity I couldn't suppress.H







