With disbelief all over all the council members’ faces. Xendy studied each of their minds, one after the other.And before he could get to the third member's mind, the voice he hated cut his thought's thought-reading process short. “Woah... where have you been hiding? We thought you were dead.”The first member of the council spoke with a voice of disgust and a fake smile plastered on his face. He was Counsellor Alex, a human with a werewolf's mate.He was the most corrupt council member that Xendy knew.His biggest power then was being able to withstand the Alpha's power because he was human, and the Alpha's power never affected humans.Xendy's power back then, before the upgrade, never affected him. But now Xendy could read through everything in his corrupt mind.Xendy felt disgusted by Counsellor Alex’s thoughts.“Is it because we want to swear in your stepbrother on the crown that you have found the audacity to show up? Don’t you have any shame left in you after what you did to th

“You killed your mother, Xendy. You know it. The pack knows it. Everyone in here knows it.” The human Counsellor Alex, interrupted and Xendy ignored him.Trajan’s first attempt to take over the crown was when he framed Xendy for killing his own mother. The previous Luna and his stepmother he failed tremendously.It did not go as he had planned it.Because of the death of Alpha Allen's mate, Trajan's stepmother, the death took a toll on their father, and he committed suicide one year later.Trajan thought it was a well-planned situation. All King Allen needed was a reason, a push to hate Xendy. Renounce him and make Trajan the new heir to the crown.But the old man disappointed Trajan again. He lost his mind. And committed suicide. Leaving behind the Pack that hated their new Alpha for killing their previous Luna.“Do you think that conversation matters now, Xendy? That is not the reason we are all here. But if you need a reminder. I will remind you. You are the Alpha King that killed

Iyya had been lost in the memories of the first time she met her stepmother. She remembered that time many years ago when she met Heina for the first time. That unfortunate day Iyya was coming out of school. And found a very nice car parked and waiting for her at the school gate, and at first instinct she wanted to run away. ‘No kid should get into unknown cars on their way home.’ She took those security lessons she had learned from her teachers at heart, but to her surprise, she heard her father’s voice from the parked car calling her. And turned back, walked to the car and, after assuring herself it was truly her father in the car. She entered the car that day and it was the beginning of a newly transformed life for her and her father. Mr. Khamsini had found an American woman, ‘Heina’- who he claimed he was in love with. She had been so nice to him and Iyya, too. In the six months of their relationship with Heina. Iyya, Mr. Khamsini, and Heina were living together as a love-fill

The busy tourists moving along the roads, and the smell of small ball-shaped rice pancakes. Commonly known as Vitumbua, the smell wanted to break Iyya’s heart, which was already broken.Iyya remembered the last time she had passed through these streets five years ago. When she was smiling the best smile. She wondered if she would ever get close to that smiley face and free spirit again.She knew her way through these streets. Whoever was after her would not have it easy finding her. Because Iyya started to know her way along these roads way too early in her life.She had started to sell rice pancakes Vitumbua to make money at five years old. And with all the life she had lived with her parents, selling Vitumbua made her an expert in all corners of these streets.That’s why the smell of Vitumbua hit her differently. Because it was one of the few memories of her life attached to her mind.Iyya sold Vitumbua, the Swahili name for unique ball-shaped rice pancakes, to make money to help he

***Two days ago, In America“I can’t kill her. Please, Trajan, you need to stop this.” Grace held on tight to Trajan.And he pushed her off his body, shouting. “GET OUT!”Grace studied her fated mate, Trajan, and wondered why he was too consumed with being Alpha King. It was as if he lived to be just that. He breathed, slept, and walked, only to find a way to be Alpha King and nothing else mattered. This was so unlike any werewolf that ever existed. He is the first person in Grace’s whole life who has met his fated mate, and his fated mate wasn't a priority.Grace worried something was wrong with him because no werewolves could control themselves with a mate attraction, but he did so well even without trying hard.Everything Trajan did to her made her want to die. It was so painful, and she wanted it all to stop. Her wolf always encouraged her to forgive him.Her wolf believed he would come around sometime. “My love…I don’t know yet how to do spells. I love being a werewolf and alt