Arsen was sitting in Damien’s office watching his friend. Elders had been pressuring about seeking a Luna and files and files of Alpha daughters from city and rural clans were piled up somewhere in that office. Arsen himself wouldn’t mind marrying some of them. Cream of the crop. Some were known sluts, some plain dumb, some had been hunting for a rich Alpha for a long time, but mainly it was beautiful, high-class, educated and pleasant women. At least on the surface. But his friend had so far postponed looking through the files or setting up anything.   “Andre King has been back for a few days,” Arsen informed lazily. “Stephan Keght’s family has been making enough noise about not having his body. Ever since we sent the notice about him being executed on our territory, some Alphas have been trying to stir trouble. Man, your reputation isn’t the best and whatever you do, gets other Alphas talking.” “Dump the body in front of Andre’s house,” said Damien wit

“Damien, Arsen, please meet my second cousin Ellen. Ellen this is Alpha Damien and Beta Arsen from Black clan. Would anyone like tea?” “You look like Dracula’s wife,” Ellen said showing a teasing smile and ignoring her new acquaintances. Damien had been focusing on Arsen and then Ada’s face to detect pain, but now he took a close look at the rest of her. She was wearing a floor length white, seemed like silk, night gown. It was simple but hugged her tightly. That piece of lace by her cleavage gave the illusion he could see something. A similar white robe was hanging off her shoulders, loosely tied below her chest with a bow. She looked fully covered but somehow indecent. The white made it look innocent, at the same time he couldn’t help but think she looked seductive. “You mom brought this from Prague. It is silk!” Ada said annoyed. The teenager giggled, and Ada moved into the kitchen as the other three were left standing in an awkward silence. Arsen

Ada was sure Damien was there to kill her. For over an hour he had been attacking, punching, slamming and pushing her in a way that his intention was clear. That was what her self-preservation instincts told her. But her very rational brain knew he had taken their training to a new level. She was bitterly aware how fast she would lose a fight against him should she challenge his Alpha title. But that training was necessary and all the aches and humiliation would be worth in the end. Numerous wolves creeped around her house both from her and Damien’s clans and she had to swallow the fact that they all knew how weak she was against him. Yet something inside her chest bloomed admiring his raw strength combined with polished skill. The man was a warrior. A warrior king that in ancient times would lead his men into a bloodbath and come out victorious. Moon Goddess had intended him for her. She knew she had lost her chance with him, but this man blessed by the moon was hers even i

“So, it seems he always stops by that cabin on their territory either on his way to his travels or on the way back. He spends a day, sometimes a few, pretty much drinking alone or with his buddies. He has done it three times now,” Arsen was reporting still standing up. Karineh was in the room too since she was the one to track Andre’s phone although it wasn’t much use since he left it at home or in the cabin often. “Good,” said Damien pouring himself a glass of cognac and tilting the bottle towards both of them in a silent offer. Karineh scrunched up her nose like a kid making Damien smile. Arsen was just not relaxing. “No, we should get going. Ellen should be there soon.” He glared at Damien’s glass wishing it to evaporate. Karineh followed his figure with her eyes from behind looking more like a lost beaten puppy than before. Less than an hour later both men were walking into Ada’s house with Damien wondering how he got sucked into t

It had been weeks since their dinner party. Ada’s life was in a comfortable routine: keep an eye on Arsen and Ellen, train and have sex with Damien. Arthur was avoiding her and she suspected he was doing something she wouldn’t approve of. Her grandparents lived their life of avoidance spending a lot of time at the summer house. Her grandmother had been slowly delegating Luna responsibilities to various females in the family and clan, including Ada.Damien was merciless in his trainings. And only when his advances and blows were tolerable, did she know he wanted her that night, that the beast would work hard at putting a claim to her refusing to understand that the bond, that sacred string between them, was broken and he couldn’t reach the beast inside her. They both knew their physical intimacy was confusing the part of their soul that was wolfish.Her body became as conditioned as Pavlov’s dog. As soon as she could detect him being more cautiou