“Hey, Stacy! Look who’s here!” A girl clad in sports bra and spandex shorts blocked Diana’s way. She pushed Diana by the shoulders, making Diana stumble backward as she dropped her cleaning materials.‘They finally spotted me, huh? It took them a good two months before noticing my presence even after cleaning more public places,’ Diana thought sarcastically.“There is another omega other than that non-shifter Sally? Oh my gosh.” The girl named Stacy turned in the direction where she came from and screamed for another friend. “Riley! Come here! There is a piece of unbelievable news here! We should post this and then share it with everybody.”Riley, with raised brows, took Stacy’s phone, dropped it, and stomped it until cracks littered its screen.“Oh my gosh! What have you done? Why did you do that?” Stacy cradled her broken phone as big tears smeared her mascara. Kneeling on the ground, she looked up at the poker-faced Riley and the secretly-smiling Emma before she shifted all her fru
Beta Seymor dropped his phone upon seeing his alpha holding someone else’s hand—Diana Ritchell’s hand!“You dropped your phone,” said Diana as she took a seat. Letting go of the alpha, who she once feared, she received a low dissatisfied growl from the towering man behind her.Looking back at him, Alpha Dylan immediately took her other hand before he pulled her to take a seat beside him.‘Okay? Who is this dog and where did the wolf go?’ Diana could not help but bite back her chuckle after seeing this hundred-and-eighty-degree turn of countenance.“Pick up your phone,” Alpha Dylan commanded, snapping his poor beta from his trance.“Y-Yeah! I dropped it! Oh, yeah. My phone dropped from my hands…” Shaking his head from the reverie of nightmare and reality clashing into one in front of him. With his back against the two, he felt a glaring gaze pinned on him, making him look at the source of such hostility.‘Ask her when to do the welcoming ritual and the mating ritual! Quick!’The boomin
Anastasia smiled gently at the pack warrior before her who walked her to her home. There was an air of a youthful gentle spring breeze whenever her almond-shaped eyes smiled. Every time she looked down, the towering man before her would see the sweet smile she was desperate to hide. “Thank you, Ben, for walking me home.” As sweet as her smile, her voice tugged the strings of the young pack warrior’s heart. Small frame. Sweet smile. Angelic face. Delicate voice. Everything about Anastasia would make any male want to protect her. Scratching his reddened ear, Ben could not hide his bashful grin. “Don’t worry. If I hear any news about your best friend’s situation from the trackers, I will definitely tell you.” Ben turned around. By his second step, he stopped in his tracks when Anastasia tugged his shirt from the back. “Ana, what is it?” He saw the distress in her eyes, making him alert. ‘Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong?’ Ben could not help but wrack his brain ju
Anastasia strode to her cabin when a shadow appeared from her peripheral vision, making her step back on instinct. But the moment she saw who it was, a smile automatically appeared on her exquisite face. “Ben! You’re back!” Her sweet voice echoed within Ben’s heart, stirring his wolf’s protective instinct. Ben held Anastasia in her big burly arms, his every caress is gentler than the previous. He was holding her like a precious flower, not knowing Anastasia’s thoughts. ‘What took you so look? You are really a piece of garbage for making me wait this long!’ Despite Anastasia’s inner disgust toward Ben, not a trace of hostility could be seen in her face as she gaze at Ben – a gaze as if she was worshipping her hero. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Ben nodded. “I’m sorry it took me so long. The security of the Blood Claws Pack is much tighter than I have initially thought.” “D-Did you find anything about Diana?” Her voice cracked upon the mention of Diana. Ben hugged Anastasia tigh
The beta’s house was shrouded with an ominous atmosphere for three days now. Aside from Beta Mason Ritchell going in and out of the desolate house, no one had seen Lorrainne Ritchell ever since the dreaded news was delivered and confirmed by the intel sent by Alpha Nathan Crescent. For every pack member of the Crescent Pack, they could only shake their heads. The moment the beta’s daughter was taken as the tribute for the Blood Claws Pack, somehow, in their hearts, they could tell that Diana Ritchell would end up dead in that cruel environment. Everyone knew in the Crescent Pack how the beta couple pampered their only daughter. And now, with her death, it was even shocking that the gentle-looking beta was not lashing out. Beta Mason continued his days as if his only child did not perish. He did not even talk about retrieving Diana’s corpse – though it would still be futile since retrieving a corpse from the bottom of the Blood Claws Pack was difficult. The Crescent Pack’s beta did no
Staring at the retreating silhouette of Beta Mason, her knuckles were white yet her face did not show any signs of misgivings. With a small smile on her face, like always, Anastasia greeted the surrounding pack members with a nod before she left the area.Her footsteps were light and her expression was gentle. Any man, especially a werewolf, would have their protective instinct aroused upon seeing the gentle-looking Anastasia. Hence, she earned a considerable amount of admirers in the pack and even from the neighboring packs.But the moment she entered her cabin, everything changed. Like a spell being broken, the once graceful and gentle look of Anastasia morphed into a completely opposite one. Her face distorted, showing her hideous self as she seethed inside her home.“Damn that Beta family! Just so you wait, Ritchells! When I become the Luna, I will be the one who will announce that you are banished from the pack!”Vases crashed down, shattered beyond repair. Her once clean room wa
It was so hot… A blurred image of a man bit her lower lips as his familiar bestial eyes darkened akin to the color of the blaring sun… all because ‘her’ body straddled him, her arms now linked at the back of his neck. Tilting his chin to meet her blood-thirsty red eyes, the man could not help but place his hands inside her skirt. Inch by painful inch, he pulled her skirt higher and higher as he nipped her jaws – leaving wet marks as he traced her jawline. “ I want you right now, here on the couch, my love,” said the man hoarsely. “Can I have you here? Can I pound your pussy here, hmm, my little vengeful luna? Will you let me pour my semen inside you as I fuck you from behind?” He whispered in her left hear before he bit her earlobe playfully. “Haah My ****…Yes, yes, take me! Take me, please, my love!” Looking up, she tugged his familiar hair as she drew her strength from holding his soft and silky locks. The throb in her clit made her want to close her thighs together and rub t
"Damn it! That Axel is as stupid as he could get! What a fucking cunt!" A red-haired man, bloodied and wounded, leaned against a Wisteria Tree. His white-as-pearl canines flashed when he grinned. The predatory glint within his golden eyes shone like embers of insanity amid the darkness that surrounded him like a cloak. He was ambushed. Just as he was on his way to the Blood Claws Pack after years of absence, his dear ‘friend’ decided to surprise him with a very 'warm' welcome. And now, he, Luke Cain, was wounded by the loyal mutts of his beloved friend. His claws that retracted just now throbbed upon remembering what happened to the foolish subordinates of Axel Crescent – the vindictive and petty son of a bitch. They were all dismembered. Not a single limb was attached to their bodies, not even their heads. Luke looked forward to the moment that his beloved friend would match make the severed body parts together. Imagining Axel's grim expression was like a douse of medicine to his w