เข้าสู่ระบบDexter didn’t answer her with words anymore. He captured Narsha’s lips, kissing her deeply, greedily, surrendering to the warmth and pull of his wife’s affection.By the next morning, his strange fashion phase was over. The man who stepped out of their room was the familiar Dexter again, wearing a thin shirt, the top buttons lazily undone, silver hair falling loosely over his forehead as if nothing unusual had ever happened.That afternoon, the pack’s training field was alive with movement and the sharp scent of grass and earth. Narsha sat on a wooden bench beside Bertha, watching Cherish and Edgar spar under the open sky.“You don’t need to worry, Bertha,” Narsha said gently when Edgar stumbled and rolled across the ground. “Dexter knows what he’s doing. The fact that Edgar is slowly learning to control his transformation is already a big step.”Bertha nodded. "It's all thanks to you, Narsha. Really. I was so afraid Edgar would be bullied because he's only half, but the people in thi
That afternoon was scorching, yet Dexter looked completely out of sync with the weather. He was wrapped in a tight black spandex turtleneck, topped with a thick leather jacket.Narsha could only guess. Was this some new fashion trend? Or was Dexter suddenly feeling so cold that he needed layers that looked suffocating under the sun?For a man who usually preferred thin shirts with the top two or three buttons undone, showing off his chest and shamelessly distracting everyone, this outfit felt… strange. He was covered from neck to wrist. Even his legs were hidden behind long pants.“What’s wrong with him?” Narsha muttered to herself.Dexter seemed to be really enjoying their lunch in the mansion's backyard. The area was now filled with beautiful, blooming flowers. In fact, Narsha was very sure that a few days ago, there weren't this many buds.“Is this the scent of flowers? Why is the aroma so strong, as if someone sprayed perfume all over the garden?” asked Narsha as she took a deep b
What are you so worried about, babe?” Dexter whispered, his deep voice gentle, followed by a soft chuckle. “All of my children can lead the pack if they have the will and the ability. Birth order doesn’t matter.”Before she realized it, Narsha had let go of his hand and, smack!She slapped his muscular arm, which only made Dexter laugh harder.“Please, don't joke around!” she protested, panic creeping into her voice. “You know that’s impossible. To do that, you’d have to split the Moon Shone Pack apart.”The pack members were very close; they shared an extraordinary bond, made possible by the existence of Supreme Alpha. They would not want to be separated just for the sake of their children, thought Narsha.The idea of Cherish leading the pack one day had sparked much debate among the members. Then, when Owen arrived, the debate died down. People were convinced that Owen would be the pack's successor, not Cherish.Dexter cleared his throat, a gesture he rarely showed. When he looked b
“This… this can’t be,” Max murmured. His voice cracked in the stillness of the room.Footsteps approached. Charlene stepped out of the kitchen, a slightly stained apron tied around her waist. The elegance she once carried so proudly had faded; her face now looked hollow, worn down by exhaustion.“What are you reading?” she asked flatly, wiping her hands on a towel.Max tried to hide the phone, but it was already too late.Charlene took it from him and skimmed the screen. Her eyes narrowed, then she let out a quiet snort.The room suddenly felt cold. Max stared at Charlene questioningly. "Isn't that impossible? How could she be pregnant now?"Charlene took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her lips."It seems like miracles always come her way, doesn't it? How annoying," Charlene said, returning the phone to Max's hand.Max frowned in confusion. "You... are you smiling?"Charlene returned to the kitchen table, picked up a k
In the mansion pack, the atmosphere was lively and warm. The workers were busy bustling about, preparing decorations to welcome Narsha and Dexter home. Under the strict supervision of Cherish and Chelsea, every ribbon, flower, and candle had to look perfect.Not only the people in the mansion, but also the other pack members were preparing a grand welcome party downtown. A party to celebrate the new couple and mark Narsha's official joining as their Luna.Cherish, of course, didn't want to be outdone.Over the past week, she had been busy planning her own family-style surprise. “I want something that's not just luxurious,” she told Chelsea at the time. “But also... something that will touch Mommy and Mister's hearts.”Therefore, this afternoon the mansion's kitchen had turned into a small battlefield. Flour was flying everywhere, baking pans were scattered about, and the smell of butter filled the air. Amidst the chaos, Cherish, Chelsea, and Owen sat at the large table, making special
After seeing Narsha forces a smile, Dexter cut off the conversation.“Mind the words,” he hissed low and sharply.The tone of his voice instantly lowered the temperature in the room. Bertha fell silent, her eyes alternately staring at Dexter and Narsha in confusion, not understanding why the atmosphere had suddenly become so serious.Narsha finally let out a small sigh and smiled bitterly. “Madam Bertha,” she called softly, but there was something broken in her voice. “I can't get pregnant anymore... because of a condition.”Bertha froze for a moment, as if her mind was rejecting those words. “Impossible,” she said finally, with the confident tone of a woman who thinks she knows everything. “I have enough experience to know the signs. In fact... I can even tell that you are pregnant with a boy.”“Stop, please,” Narsha's tone suddenly became harsh. Her face tensed, and her eyes looked red. “That hope is too cruel for me, Madam Bertha. Please... can we not talk about this anymore?”The







