His Male Luna

The child implored his mother with a desperate tone, "Please, do not subject me to this. I am willing to do anything. Allow me to remain here, for I cannot bear to continue living in solitude," he pleaded with great urgency. The mother had barely opened her mouth when he dropped to his knees, nearly pressing his lips to her toes. His body was a canvas of violence, marked by the savage beating he had endured. Blood oozed from his wounds, staining his clothes and the ground beneath him. Bruises bloomed on his skin like dark flowers, a testament to the brutality of his attackers. A copious amount of blood had pooled in his nasal cavity, and he had been deprived of three of his teeth. With a fierce and unwavering stare, the woman fixed her eyes upon him, her anger palpable and uncontainable. The father stood by, a silent witness to his wife's cruel treatment of their son. He made no move to intervene, his inaction a stark contrast to the violence unfolding before him. He was above assa

As the morning light filtered through the window, Ackerly Ciro Galeno stirred from his slumber with a contented smile. For seven years, he had coexisted with humans in perfect harmony. At the tender age of twenty-three, he had already earned a bachelor's degree in biology from the esteemed Michigan University, with the added distinction of graduating with honors. On the sly, he delves into the intricate details of werewolf anatomy and physiology alongside his lupine brethren and esteemed academicians at the university. His talent in this area was exceptional. For seven long years, his true identity remained shrouded in secrecy, concealed from the prying eyes of the world. His whereabouts, a mystery to all who knew him, remained a closely guarded secret. The task at hand was arduous, but he persevered and emerged victorious. He maintained a safe distance from the humans, wary of arousing any suspicion. He devoted himself to his studies and work. Abandoned by his Pack, he fled under t

Ackerly hailed a taxi and made his way towards the border of the Sun Forest Pack, his luggage in tow. The sensation of sorrow washed over him once again, akin to the one he had experienced when he had contemplated leaving the Pack due to his sexual preferences. He preferred solitude over enduring constant mistreatment from others. People who display arrogance and a lack of concern for others. There exist people who display a distinct lack of concern regarding the potential consequences of their actions. Ackerly was unlike other homosexuals who chose to dress in feminine attire and openly display their sexual orientation, a common practice among his contemporaries. Ackerly, cognizant of his true nature and the expectations that accompanied it, opted to attire himself in formal clothing. The taxi pulled up to the destination he had specified during the booking process. He found himself trapped within the confines of the Sun Forest Pack, unable to depart without the express consent of

During their conversation, Cato assured Killan that Ackerly is thriving in the Research Facility. Cato commented, "His task is the most advanced of them all." The Alpha's voice reverberated through the training room as he bellowed at his wolf, his frustration evident. Despite his repeated refusals, the wolf within him persisted in urging him to accept that man as their mate. It was not unheard of for an Alpha to have a male Luna. In fact, there were likely many who had come before him. Never should such an occurrence come to pass! "His knowledge on the matter of she-wolf infertility was extensive." Cato explained that all he required were proofs of the problem and confirmation. Killan's fist connected with the punching bag, sending it into a wild sway and causing a cacophony of loud noises to reverberate throughout the room. Alpha Killan came to a sudden stop, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and lifted his eyes to meet those of Cato. With a deep sense of frustration, he cle

Alpha Killan halted in his tracks as Beta Cato relayed the unsettling news of rogue sightings near the Research Facility edifice. Alpha Killan stood tall and proud as he signed the paperwork on behalf of his Pack. His strong, calloused hands moved with purpose as he carefully penned his name onto the document. With each stroke of the pen, Alpha Killan solidified his commitment to his Pack and their future. Alpha was informed of the presence of rogues lurking around the facility. Beta Cato leaned in towards Killan, her eyes darting around the room. "They looked like they were spying on us," he grumbled. The Alpha was wide awake and alert, despite the late hour. Killan found himself in a weakened state as he made his way to the hospital where his ex-mate was receiving medical attention. Killan was having trouble getting to sleep. Certain things had the power to ignite a fiery rage within him. For the past few days, he had been neglecting his duties to the Pack. Had it not been for Ca