LOGIN“It was him!” My father yelled out with blood filling his mouth, which he spat on the ground as he stared at my mate with contempt. “It’s him and people like him that are responsible for your mother’s death!” I looked up at August, expecting him to defend himself and deny it, but he was staring back at my father with the same look of hatred—if not worse—that my father looked at him with. Like he would kill him as well. “Is this true?” I asked, causing August to break eye contact with my father and look at me. “Did you…kill my mother?” There was tense silence as he stared at me without another word. And that was all I needed to know. My mate had killed my mother, and he would not hesitate to kill my father too. ~ Azalea never believed in the theory that a man could turn into a beast and back into a man. Her father, a werewolf bounty hunter, thinks otherwise. Things change for Azalea when she finds herself lost in the middle of the woods and is chased down by a man with immense speed. When she is trapped with the man towering over her, she soon realizes that this man is anything but a man. And he claims to be her mate. When Azalea is thrust into the supernatural world that she didn’t believe existed and finds herself as the Luna of werewolves, can she hide the existence of her new subjects from her father? And when the secrets about her mother’s death get entangled with the werewolves, where will her loyalties lie?
View MoreThe world around me blurred into the background as I stared at the dead man. It couldn't be right? I blinked, once, twice, praying that my eyes were deceiving me.But they weren’t. It was him.My breath caught in my throat, a strangled gasp that I couldn’t suppress. My grip on August's hand tightened as if I was holding on to the only thing that kept me standing. I felt my knees weaken, threatening to give way beneath me, but I tried to remain on my feet, I couldn't fall.The clearing went silent, the murmurs of the crowd fading into nothingness. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart, and I feared August could hear them too. Oh God this cannot be real….His face—God, his face. There was no mistake that bit was him, even despite how pale his face had gone, I still recognised him. Blood smeared on his skin, but it didn't matter anymore. That was Andrew, a close colleague of my father. I had known Andrew literally all my life and he was just like an uncle to me. Seeing him here
The graves were half-dug, the shovels resting upright in the mounds of wet sand. The bones lay on makeshift biers, wrapped in white linen, to be burned and set away to sail.For days I felt the weight of sadness my lack members carried. Though their loved ones were missing for a very long time, but they came back not even in flesh but bones. The priestess’s voice droned on, empty words of comfort that did little to ease the ache we all shared. The place was silent, save for the voice of the priestess as we all stood in silence in respect to the dead ones.Then the sound came—heavy footsteps against gravel, cutting through the silence in the air.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His scent was enough to recognise him. I gritted my teeth in anger even before I turned to look in his direction.“What the fuck is he doing her!?” I asked no one in particular, letting the words bear my anger. He walked into the clearing, dragging behind him a sack. It looked heavy and I tried to gu
I tried to shake off the thoughts, tried to shake off the guilt, but I couldn't. Each step I took farther from the throne room only amplified my guilt. I lied, about the dead bodies and how I knew how they were killed…..but at least not where I had seen them before.For years I watched my father ravel on about a world I thought never existed until I was mated to one. I always thought he was somewhat insane and maybe the death of my mother out delusional thoughts in his head.I remembered a journal of my father I came across when I was seventeen. I was bored and alone at home and when I stumbled upon it, it was something I wanted to read.In it, he wrote down the stages of transformation of a wolf until it was fully covered in fur. Their deathly attacks, how and when they attack, what kills them and what strengthens them.Some pages described how he killed werewolves and they were exactly the same way the alphas' said their dead wolves died. I always thought it was some kind of fairy
The moment we stepped into the throne room, it was as if the weight of a hundred eyes fell on us, one so heavy it'd move the will of kings.The air was thick with tension, laced with the air of dominance and unspoken challenge that always accompanied gatherings like this. Alphas from every pack in our world sat at the table, their heads turning sharply as we entered.Immediately, I felt Azalea's hesitation. Her hand, tucked into the crook of my arm, trembled ever so slightly. I could feel her fear and nervousness from the mate bond, and I pulled her closer to myself in a quiet reassurance. To anyone else, she looked poised, her chin lifted just enough to feign confidence.“Calm your nerves baby, they're just like me.” I relayed through the mind link, and that seemed to work a bit.I straightened my shoulders, making a deliberate show of my authority as we moved toward the throne. My gaze swept the room, daring anyone to hold it for too long. The whispers began before we were settled i






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