When the sun was setting at dusk, Alpha Tate ran through the woods in his brown-furred wolf, along with Beta Mannon’s black wolf and Xiera’s grey wolf. They caught sight of a few rogues and were chasing them down. This rogue-hunting expedition already lasted eight months, yet he and everyone else doubted that they caught every single scoundrel there was in the Kingdom of Mondeideal.   Most of the wolves were getting tired and impatient. How much longer did they have to do this? When they said there were still hundreds out there, how many hundreds were they talking about exactly? It was exhausting! And the constant need to be on one’s toes was still the reason that some of the smaller pack’s leaders remained anxious despite the many rogues already secured behind bars in lycan territory.   Tate was probably the only one who didn’t mind continuing the hunt. Apart from pack business, hunting rogues kept him busy, preventing his mind from inadver

As soon as Lucianne ended the link with Tate, she felt a strong pair of hands massaging her shoulders as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her head turned to the side, and her mate trapped her lips in a sweet kiss. His hands moved down the side of her body, feeling her perfect curves before his arms circled her waist, and his thumb brushed her skin through the thin nightie.   When their lips parted, Xandar buried his face in her neck to take in her scent before his deep voice rang through her ears, “Who was it, baby?”   “Tate. He said ‘hi’,” Lucianne answered simply, and immediately felt Xandar’s grip around her waist tighten. Her hand reached to stroke his muscular arm assuringly as she continued, “One of the three rogues they caught today was a thirteen-year-old she-wolf.”   She met her husband’s confused orbs and continued whispering in worry, “We didn’t find any minors in Wu Bi Corp, and none of the rogues behind bars

Tate was already pinching the bridge of his nose in dismay. His wolf wanted to do everything to protect the teenager but how was he going to protect her from the law when he had already vouched to stand with the law when he took an oath as the newly-elected Deputy Defense Minister (Wolf Division) just several weeks ago?  Lucianne was careful not to look too ominous when she delivered the truth, “Then she has to be fined or…kept in custody in accordance with the law.” ‘Kept in custody’ was a nice way of saying ‘jailed’. Stella knew this, too. “NO! NO! PLEASE! YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! PUT ME THERE INSTEAD! PLEASE!’ Lucianne sat closer to her and wrapped her arms around the girl to comfort her with a hug. Stel

The vampires back then had no intention to rule over the lycans and werewolves, and this was explicitly stated in black and white in their treaty. All they wanted was to be recognized as the better and more superior species, so that lycans and werewolves of the future would think twice before pissing off a vampire by criticizing their abilities, culture, habits, etc. More importantly, it was to ensure that they weren’t bullied in terms of business and economics anymore.   Since the vampires had a better chance of winning, a significant part of both werewolf and lycan populations went on demonstrations in most towns and streets, pushing for the Lycan King and Queen to swallow their pride and give in, threatening to turn against the rulers like many of their kind already had by going rogue if their demand was refused.    The lycan

Xandar caught up to his wife, and wrapped his arms around her small body, hiding her in his warm chest and pecking kisses in her hair, trying his best to comfort her. After a moment, he muttered, “You didn’t have a choice, Lucy.” In a small, chopped voice, she murmured, “We could’ve waited. But then Stella…” “Exactly. Stella wouldn't have been able to see her mother if you didn’t make Margaret cooperate. You put Stella before her mother. It’s not wrong, Lucy.” When she got a better hold of herself, she whispered, “I know I’m just shifting blame to think this but I wish Tate had stopped me somehow.” Xandar assured her, “Margare