Alpha Hades Come to think of it, I've heard a lot of rumours about Alpha's Silver pack, but some of them sounded so exaggerated that I didn't bother to listen.  But now, I regret that I didn't. Looking at my wife, my Zeno, I understand why some wolves I met couldn't shut up about the qualities of said pack. Or should I say about the appearance of those who live in the territory of the Silver Moons?  Zeno, he's... He's something special. I know we've barely met, but I know he's special. If not to others, then at least to me.  The slight blush that appears on his cheeks when I hold him only emphasises how pale he really is. His eyes seem to sparkle every time I crack a joke, but the confusion in them dr

Zeno I don't feel hungry. Not anymore. When Nero insisted that I must eat, the thought of food seemed somewhat tempting, but now, I feel like I have a lump in my throat, and no force will help me get rid of it.  As if the tense situation between Nero and me wasn't enough, now, I have his friend breathing down my neck. I understand that Damon wants what's best for his closest friend, but that doesn't give him the right to scold me like a child.  Something happened. Something I don't want Damon to know about: whatever is going on between Nero and me is our business and our business alone. We don't need anyone interfering and trying to save something that will inevitably end in disaster. 

ZenoI follow Lorette, completely dumbfounded. How can someone as bright and cheerful as Lorette be related to a sour apple like Nero? Besides, only a fool wouldn't notice the massive respect everyone in this pack has for her. People around us are quick to bow, call out greetings, or simply approach her when they're close enough. It doesn't matter how they choose to greet her; they all have one thing in common: as soon as the older lady comes into view, everyone's faces break into a beaming smile. I wonder if my people have ever looked at me with such admiration and love as they look at Lorette. To Hell, I wonder if any of the Silver Moon's pack members ever showed me even half the respect these people show Nero. She leads me down an extremely long hall, explaining where I can find help if I need it. Of course, being a little fox, Lorette doesn't miss the opportunity and adds that I should definitely seek out Nero before looking for help elsewhere. "Give it some time; my grandson

ZenoI've always struggled with my emotions, especially when my father mocked me for my inability to hide them. He loved to remind me how easy it was to read what I was feeling just by looking at my face. But now, once the panic seizes me, and I remember the pain I used to feel because of the lack of medication, I don't think about pushing Nero away. Instead, I allow him to cradle me, hold me close and comfort me in times of need. I'm no fool; I can feel how tense his body is and how desperately he holds onto me. Isn't that funny? It feels like we've known each other forever as if we spend hundreds of hours talking about everything and nothing. In reality, we just met, got married because of a stupid business deal, and now we seek comfort in each other's arms. As a grown man who holds the title of an Alpha, it's hard for me to admit when something scares or hurts me, so once the tears start streaming down my cheeks, I try to hide them. If it were my father who saw me in a moment

Zeno What on earth is wrong with that man? I get it, I really do, he's trying his best to help me with this whole theft situation, but he's overstepping any reasonable way of dealing with the situation. I don't believe these women- I was there, I know what they said and did, but I still can't support Nero's decision. As his back disappears from view and Damon takes the first step towards the woman, I clear my throat. "Damon, as the Alpha's husband, do I have a say in this pack?" My voice is a little shaky, but I try my best to stay calm. Damon arches an eyebrow at me, glances at the two women, who seem puzzled, and grins, "Indeed you do, Alpha's wife." That asshole. Are they ever going to stop with the wife joke, or do I have to endure the suffering until the deal is over? God, help me. I roll my eyes, take a deep breath and glance at the terrified women. "In that case, I'd like to challenge his decision and come up with a more appropriate punishment. They are women; it'd be