"Aaah," Ismena was starting to understand. "That is your present position right?" He nodded once, leading her through another lane. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the surprised glances and jaw-dropping gazes of his people as they stare at the human walking excitedly beside their Alpha King. "As you can already deduce, it is the highest position in Naturiah, led by the strongest of the strongest. It comes with a lot of responsibilities too." The way she was looking at him in that enthralled, fascinated way forced him to continue. "So, clans kill themselves to be the general leader of all the clans. That was the dominant war. It went on for years and years until other clans either lost the war or they gave up on it because of their innocent blood that has died from the war. It continued until the werewolves and the cougars were remaining. Two strong clans fighting each other for the throne." He took a deep breath, "Ares and Dogota. Ares was the Alpha leader of the cougar cl

As usual, his answer was the same. "I don't want to talk about it." Alphose can still remember the ones the Alpha King had been able to tell him on the night his mother was buried...Some nights he'd howled all night long. Raging. Out of control.On other nights the females scream all night long. The females he was drugged and forced to breed like an animal.The Changeling females are brought out bleeding and half-dead.The human females came out dead. Shredded into pieces.And yet, he did not give those doctors what they want. A child. His child.Alphose shot down the horrible memories and tried to concentrate on the present. "But, something has to be done. Apart from her dying state, you need her too.""You are not healing, Wolfariane, and I can feel the wolf's agitation from here." Even the man's lust for the female. But, he swallowed those words, knowing that the leader will not appreciate it at the moment, "You need her."Turning away from the window, the Alpha King faced him,

Ismena was lost in the stars. The cool breeze of the night—or is it early morning?—caressed her body so much, she was almost cold. So, she rubbed her bare arms rhythmically, while staring dazedly at the stars in the sky.She knows the exact moment she's no longer alone, because heat flooded her from behind warming its way to her throbbing heart and her lower belly. Only one man can make her feel like this."I hope I didn't wake you? I didn't mean to." She whispered, without turning back.Silence met her words. But only for a few seconds. Then, "No. I woke up long before you did.""Thank you for taking care of me...again. I truly do not mean to be a burden. Sorry for retching on you...." She apologized sincerely. "I have been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember, I'm not usually so accident-prone, or such a trouble magnet too." A small crossed her lips, her eyes glued to the dark sky, "I guess a lot comes from being badly ill. Not just dying."Now that she is stargazing

.In the darkness of the night, outside the third floor of a tall, huge tower, two silhouettes pressed against the wall, kissing each other senselessly.A strong hand left her waist to her hair, he grabbed a fistful of it. Urging it backward and applying pressure at the same time, she had no choice but to snap her head back, which raised her face for him. She practically offered her mouth to him as a sacrificial lamb. His head dived down and he took, like an avenging God. Sucking at her lips and nibbling at the soft flesh of it.Ismena gave herself completely. Her eyes closed, a moan splitting from her lips. Pressing her shaky legs together in an effort to apply pressure at the ache in her womanhood, but her efforts were futile. She groaned in pleasure and frustration."Easy," With his other hand, he reached for her top, only for an irritated growl to emit from his throat as he touched the closed seam material, which reminded him that she has a dress on, instead of an easy blouse. S

Ismena woke the next morning feeling physically better than she had in a long time. Until the events of the night before—or is it early morning?—crashed through her."OH MAH GAWD!!" The shout tore from her before her hand automatically slapped at her mouth. Her eyes widened.She'd made out with Wolfariane. Wait, that is NOT a make-out. Whatever it is, it is not a make-out.In the bathroom, as she brushed her teeth, her head wouldn't stop thinking about it. A make-out is never that good. She can call it oral séx—which it is—but oral séx is never that good either. Hell, séx as a whole is NEVER that good.Unbiddenly, she remembered what he told her the day before about mates under the full moon. "It's séx, but more." He'd said.What did he do to me?Naked, Ismena faced the bathroom wall mirror, her cheeks as red as tomato sauce. And even got redder when she noticed his dried semen on her belly and thigh. A reminder of the wild night she had on the balcony, in his arms.How did that hap