Masuk“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
Narsha and Dexter sat in the living room of Bertha's villa in the hotel area, which had a classic interior design. Many photo frames hung on the walls, and classic ornaments from decades ago decorated the shelves.Narsha had been to this place several times because Bertha had invited her to chat and drink tea when she was still working under her.her daughters was the on who often came to accompany Bertha at her request. Bertha was very fond of them both, which was probably why there was a photo of Cherish and Chelsea in one of the frames hanging on the wall. “Look at them,” said Narsha, pointing to the photo. "They're still so cute and their chubby cheeks are so adorable. Lately, Cherish has lost most of her chubby cheeks because she keeps training with you, right?“Dexter responded with a small smile. ”She's going to be a great warrior, babe.“”Yes, she definitely will.“”Do you want that photo?“ asked Dexter. ”I'll get it for you later."Narsha narrowed her eyes. “What? You want to
Mira closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. She was not ready if the sharp fangs were to sink into her body again in the next second, but what can she do?But what she heard was not the growl of a wolf, but light footsteps... and a human voice.“Mira! Are you okay?”The voice made her eyes open. Through her blurred vision, Mira saw the person she least wanted to see in the world.“Why... you?”Narsha's eyes widened in shock when she saw Mira's condition. Her face was bruised, her body covered in blood, and her legs were blue and misshapen.“Bitch!” Mira roared, her remaining strength only enough to shout her hatred. “You came to see me suffer, didn't you?!”Narsha held her breath, staring at Mira with an expression that said, you've got to be kidding me. She rolled her eyes, then exhaled in frustration. Although tired of her excessive attitude, she still had to save a woman with a poisonous tongue like her. What else could she do?She crouched down and checked the condition of Mira's
A light brown wolf appeared to be hiding among the roots of mangrove trees that hung over the water. It was not trapped, but seemed to have deliberately chosen that spot, as if waiting for something. From a distance of several meters, Dexter could see saliva dripping from its jaws, accompanied by a sharp, challenging hiss.Its appearance alone made it clear. The wolf was still young. Not long past coming of age, it did not yet have full control over its wild side. But what was most strange to Dexter was the energy it emitted, which was similar to Cherish's, yet there was something different, unlike the aura of a typical wolfblood.Its claws scratched the damp sand beneath it, its light brown eyes staring wildly at Dexter. The tension between them thickened.Dexter then asserted his aura, exuding a strong Alpha pressure, and in an instant the young wolf was pushed back, letting out a small whine of resistance.“I had my guesses,” Dexter muttered, his voice soft but firm, “but I'm still







