"Just for a moment, try to picture yourself spending the rest of your life attached to just one other person. I'm referring to the constraining aspect of mate bond. Why should there be only room for one soul mate if love has no boundaries and there is always room for more?" As Melissa continued to bask in the warmth of the sun atop the rock, she remarked. Melissa was totally drenched as a result of Rosalie's action, which consisted of dipping her foot in the water and then tossing it upward. "True love is a connection of the soul. The love that exists between two people who are destined to spend their lives together is one of a kind. On that day, I'll be just like my parents and my grandparents when they were my age. I can't wait. It is necessary for him to be aware, of course, that I am a tough and determined person, and that I will not be easily pushed around by him." Rosalie replied. A momentary pause occurred in the middle of the conversation. Melissa chuckled while holding her

"I met Cassie at school. I had just turned 18, and I knew without a doubt that she was my mate. She was a human." Alex drew a pause, "The council has decided that turning humans is not allowed unless the two parties involved are mates. Even doing that is discouraged to a significant degree, and I had no idea what to do in that situation. First things first, I needed to talk to her. Get her to fall in love with me, and then slowly tell her about my abilities.” Alex's voice was low and hushed as he seemed to be talking to himself. In order for Rosalie to comprehend what he was saying, she had to crane her neck. He greeted her with a pleasant smile. "To make a long story short, we dated for a couple of months. Although humans don't experience the pull of the mate bond quite as strongly as we do, they do sense it. Since she had feelings for me, we decided to start dating. It had only been a few short months; she was going on a vacation with her family when there was a terrible accident o

"I'm impressed, son," her dad complimented as they were preparing to leave. "I am certain that my daughter is in good hands," that made Rosalie whimper in sadness. It was as if he was honestly saying farewell to her. She hugged her father again. She'd never seen him so tormented and vulnerable before, not even during the previous battle. "Be strong sweetie," he said as he held his daughter's chin. "We should leave now, or Chris will suspect something's up," he said as he released her. Her mother was crying as she gave her another hug, but this time it was much more intense, and Rosalie had the feeling of being their last embrace together. Rosalie watched from the living room window as her family and friend piled into the sleek, darkly tinted limousine. They had insisted on letting them go out on their own, and Rosalie felt helpless as she watched them do so. When Alex wrapped his arms around her waist, she experienced a peculiar mix of agony and rage. She shifted her weight and hel

Amelia took a peek around her apartment; it didn't seem like home. The omegas did not have their own individual lodgings; rather, they shared rooms. Only the members of the upper ranks were given their own private quarters. This was not the case in all packs, but it was the way in the silver moon pack. Only a week ago, Scott and she were each given a notice to evict their property. They were forced out of the house they owned without any prior warning. She came to the conclusion that being compelled to live in the lower ranks was not nearly as terrible as she had originally thought. The omegas and the members of the lower tiers would congregate in the large communal living space that they shared. Because they were not dressed to impress others, it did not have the atmosphere of a party. They were simply looking for a place to relax and unwind after a long day of keeping the house and the vast territory surrounding it secure and free from any intruders. At least, she did not experien

It had been nearly three months since Rosalie and Alex had mated, and Alex's mood had been a little off for a couple of days. He was preoccupied, but still he looked at her as if she were a tasty morsel to be devoured. His being busy didn't mean they couldn't kiss or grope in his office. As a result, Rosalie trotted into the office at midnight, dressed only in a silk robe. As she made her way to his office, the wolves in the corridor bowed to her. "Hello, there," Alex said, a smile on his face, and then he returned his attention to his keyboard. Rosalie sighed and slid her silky robe down her silky body, allowing it to fall freely. Not a single thread could be seen on her body as she stood bare. She took pleasure in seeing his eyes widen as he looked at her with intensity. "Do you mind?!" She asked him, putting her hand on her hips. "Do you?" he inquired as he prowled towards her, completely forgetting about the strategic planning that he had been engaged in at the time. She felt