All Chapters of His To Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

    "Too glittery. What are you?  A unicorn sh*t? Go put on something else please. Next!" "Too poofy. You look like a freaking girl from candy lala land. Next!" "Too Tissue-y. That's so not you. It looks like a used paper towel and then reused again and was pasted on the dress, like eww. Boo take it off! Next!" "Too cringey. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Go fudging change please" "Too white. Can you please close your eyes". And like a stupid person I am, I did listen to her and closed my eyes. "There! You look like your a freaking corpse in a coffin, Thank you, Next." Those were some of her exact words 3 hours ago and 17 shops ago. Now, we are exiting the 18th shop and we still don't have the dress. It's just a dress, it's no big deal. We can just grab one and be done with it. But NO! Her, being the typical fashion diva/ bestfriend / my pain in the *ss  needs to f

My hands were trembling and my mind is in turmoil as I tried to remember the words that I will need to say later. What if I mispronounced something? Or worst, what if I forgot the words? I'm now groaning loudly in my head for thinking the worst case scenarios which as a result has made my nerves crazier than ever. A leader that will lead atleast 3,000 werewolves can't even memorize a few words.  I have been pacing back and forth across my room ever since Kamille left. My nervousness is something that I have trouble controlling.  I was in the middle of imprinting the words on my mind when I heard a knock on my newly fixed door breaking me into my pacing. Right after Kams left she made sure to contact one of the pack members to fix my door. Which I'm very thankful for even though it is her entire fault in the first place. Every step that I take towards the door makes my heart beats faster than normal and

The pups and the non warriors were ushered to the hidden shelters/bunkers. Each pack has to built them in case of emergency cases like this. It is better to be safe than sorry. Because of our huge numbers and the vast territory, our pack has built multiple hidden bunkers. There is one on each side of the territory. Northern bunker, Southern bunker, Eastern bunker and the Western bunker. Ever since the attack that has happened 2 decades ago, the records of any rogue attacks that has been happening were very frequent. Even other packs were alarmed by the growing attacks of rogues in our territory. Up until now we don't have any idea why they are attacking. I went down on the stage

Alpha Alexander's POV(Same time as the ceremony)   I opened my eyes and noticed that the room was dark. I must have slept throughout the afternoon. The room is only illuminated by the moon peeking from my curtains, giving my plain and boring bedroom a nice moonlight glow. I was about to go out today and witness a Luna Ceremony but I have more important things to do. Running a Werewolf Kingdom has never been an easy task. I have no time to waste and every second counts. And consider the fact that I ascended on the throne at such a young age with no parents to ever guide me. Everyday has never been the same. New problems would arise day after the other and the constant nagging of the committee for me to find my mate is getting on my nerves. And as their king I must put the kingdom first even if it means sacrificing myself. The kingdom needs an heir to keep the royal bloodline alive.  With the consta

Clashing of claws and baring of fangs can be seen happening in every part of the pack house. Hours have passed, The war between the rogues has finally reached its end and the sun starts to shine in the horizon once again. Sunrise, a symbol of new beginning. But, unfortunately there are still no signs of my mate. A saw a member of the pack walking near me. "Can you show me where the sacred grounds were, I just want to pay respect to the fallen warriors."Fear suddenly envelops him as he sensed my wolf.He shrank back a little l, but nonetheless showed me the way. The path was surprisingly clear and we'll maintained, as we walk deeper into a the dense part of the forest, the amount of trees were declining, until we reached a clearing. Mourning families were crying over their cloth covered loved ones. The pack members who did not made it were all gathered here on the pack's sacred grounds, each pack has a sacred burial ritual done by the oldest member of the pack. "I'll take my lea