“RUN! Ciandra, RUN!” She could see herself running freely, far away from Beta Pierre, and of course nowhere near the Dark Shadow Pack. Beta Pierre’s drunk self was on the ground, mumbling, and if she wasn’t in shock, she would have learned another secret. Her face had gone white, pale like a ghost. The wolf she sent to call others was the one who broke her from the current state she was in, she waved at them to go back to the pack and slowly picked up Beta Pierre from the ground. She couldn’t leave him without facing the music later. As much as her wolf was advising her against helping the man, she knew this situation was different from when they had left him at the Wilder Pack, the evening he rolled out of the moving car, and on other occasions. He was vulnerable and she didn’t want to take the chance of leaving him around the humans who detested him. “Daddy, Beta Pierre knows.” Her father was the only one she could think of. She had to, after all, he had been her greatest teache

Alpha Ciandra listened to them speaking as she sipped the bitter herbal tea she didn't want but had to. It refrained her from screaming at them to stop speaking as if she wasn't in the damn room. What the elder had said that day about her existence because of them was kinda true, but not once did she expect Alpha Karl to speak something similar. Like, for real, how hard was it for the man to ask her when they were outside? It wasn't like any rules were saying she shouldn't decide on anything while at the Dark Shadow Pack regarding neighboring packs. She was free to converse with any alpha or beta. She stopped her hand midair, and glanced at Alpha Karl speaking, she was facing different shit every day. Yesterday it was Beta Pierre, earlier it was about her father's no return and now this, Alpha Karl speaking to Alpha Alphonso as if he owned her? Her attention went to Alpha Alphonso, she sipped her tea again and picked a piece of bread from the table. Munching on it, her eyebrows

Beta Pierre was the type of person who would do anything to get back at someone who messed up with him. At first, he hated her at the first glimpse, how dare she come and take her spot like that. Just one stare and he labeled her as a snatcher. And oh, how glad he had been when Alpha Alphonso told him she was his mate. He was a snake who didn't care, he was evil and manipulative and indeed the saying went, "show me your friend and I will show you who you are." Was correct. He had tried his best to be at his best when he spent time with her, but after he slipped and the next day they met he could see the hate in her eyes, he knew he no longer had to pretend to like her. Fuck her and her duty. He had cussed. He hadn't told Alpha Alphonso that Alpha Ciandra knew he knew what happened at the Moon Motel. He knew Alpha Alphonso would be mad at him and it was why he was doing everything in his power to make her ready for him when he returned. He was messing up with everyone's body a

As excited as he had been for informing his beta about the moon goddess’s reward, Alpha Alphonso now was thinking he messed up. He was possessive, cruel but his personality wouldn’t match that of his beta. He was the definition of a psycho who changed his skin in seconds without a care in the world.He wanted this meet to happen smoothly, to parch his need easily with Alpha Ciandra, and then went back to worrying about his luna. And then when he was done with luna and her problems, he would return and take Alpha Ciandra in any way he wanted.Squirming in his chair, he knew everything was out of proportion now. How silly of him to think Beta Pierre won’t come up with a stupid plan like drugging her and making sure they are far far away from the pack. To make it even worse or well, he might add exciting, drugging her with the mixture of pheromone and a herb Alpha Alphonso feared where Beta Pierre got from.He was waiting for her to wake up so they would have a little chat and maybe afte

[ALPHA ALPHONSO] After checking up on her and finding she was peacefully sleeping, Alpha Alphonso went to cook dinner for the both of them. From a young age, he loved cooking for himself, hinting it calmed him, and even sometimes he would come up with a lame excuse he knew his mother bite because he was her son. He hummed, a memory of him and his mother came to mind, it was happy memories of course. As he turned the bacon to the other side to be fried well, a picture of when cared for his luna came to mind, they were in the pack’s kitchen cooking. He smiled, showing off his beautiful teeth, hell, even his premolar almost showed as he remember when August learned how to walk and could always sneak on them as they cooked. Oh, how happy they were before he went haywire and turned into a monster. Fanning himself with a spoon, he looked adorable in the apron he wore, anyone would have thought he was preparing a meal for his newly wedded bride sleeping in their matrimonial bed after