21 ELEANOR Adrian retracted his hand and I stopped, sweeping my eyes from Adrian over to the dark, sharp and incredibly handsome Greek god standing before us. Before I could even open my mouth to greet his arrival, Veronyka eagerly rose from the couch, nearly tripping on her feet as she approached him with much excitement swirling in her almond-shaped eyes. Clinging to his arm, Veronyka flashed him an attractive smile and I unknowingly clenched my fists, staring at the two of them while feeling the rapid and heavy beating of my heart against my chest. “You’re late.” Veronyka pouted. Alex glanced at her, locking his eyes with hers before looking down at her tight, sexy burgundy dress that stopped right above her knees. It had a slit running along the side of her one leg, showing off her flawless white and shiny moisturized skin. Pure and delicate legs any girl could possibly kill for. The dress effectively played its role of exposing her nude shoulders and collar bone with her off-s

ALEXANDERThe party was extravagant with the heavy amount of food laid on the long table waiting for everyone to dig in. On the top corner, the DJ was playing smooth classical music while some werewolves glided to the dance floor, moving their bodies according to the rythm of the soft music playing. The smell of deliciously roasted chicken wafted through the air, waving across the wolves gathered in a nearby area. Some mouth watered as they stared at the mountain of food prepared for the celebration which was about to start in a few minutes from now. My eyes swept the whole room in observation. There was a massive bright golden chandelier that occupied half the space above the area, its shining light covered every corner of the place, showing absolutely no room for darkness for the massive crowd of different wolves, each different packs. The wolves collected themselves according to which pack they belong. The Red Silvermoon Pack stood out inevitably with my fiercest and most capable w

ELEANOR I raised my head, and I find myself staring at the face of a dark, handsome, Herculean man crouching right in front of me. He had jet black hair, a pair of sparkling turquoise green eyes with a tint of amber that surrounded his pupils like a golden ring. I moved my eyes down to his imperious nose, angular cheekbones then towards his strong, concrete jaw. He had a square jawline that enhanced his masculinity and appeal most of all, making him appear tough and fierce as a warrior on the outside perspective. I found myself examining his body. He wore a black slim fit tuxedo and a pair of black slacks matching his black shoes that shone even under the dim light in the halls. “Sorry,” I took his hand, and he helped me get back up until I was standing up on my two feet. “Does it hurt?” He looked at me concerned. “No, it’s fine” I said softly, smiling a little in a bid to avoid sounding so rude. I let go of his hand slowly and gathered my bearings. I smoothed my hands down the cr

ALEXANDER “Let go of my wife!” Alpha Victor commanded using his own alpha tone and I smirked. Does he really think he can make me obey his every word with that measly tone wrapped in his voice? I think to myself, raising an eyebrow at him, daring him to snap my fingers at once for stopping his ill-mannered wife. “This is getting out of hand!” He slammed the table out of sheer frustration. His face burned in anger as he bore holes at me directly. Shifting my gaze to the asshole rising from his seat in front of me, I let out a menacing growl that quaked the earth beneath us, every single wolf watching my movements instantly stilled for a second, until words were spoken by a certain Alpha sitting in our table, breaking the dead silence lingering in the air surrounding all those involved. “Release the woman, Alex. We have a bigger problem in our hands,” He exclaimed. Arragon. “Tch.” I rolled my eyes before freeing the hand of the woman who was just about to slap my beautiful mate ac

29 ALEXANDER My body was burning in the intensity of lust and desire that was putting my body on fire. Vaguely aware of the inexplicable, sticky feeling of extreme heat and wetness of my skin underneath my tux, and I groaned, unable to stop the relentless thumping of my heart against my chest. Reaching my hands to my neck, I loosened my tie a little, wanting to get rid of the moisture that formed around my chest, back and thighs, after the most amazing dance I just had with my sexy-ass gorgeous mate. A cocky smile crept its way to my face, thinking of Eleanor. My Eleanor. How that small, perky body of hers reacted exactly the way I wanted it to with my every move. Shaking my head, I continued to walk to the bartender when someone spoke. “Here comes the lucky bastard,” I darted my eyes to the source of that voice. Inwardly rolling my eyes as I already had an idea of who it was. “Elijah,” I narrowed my eyes at him. The only man who had the audacity to call me a fucking bastard, my