PRINCE AMAREUX'S POV. I woke up early in the morning, feeling the cold breeze brushing my face. It was a bit chilly, but it was invigorating, to say the least. I got out of bed, put on some comfortable clothes, and went to the kitchen to grab some coffee. It was the same routine I had been following for weeks, and it was getting tedious.I knew I had work to do, so I finished my coffee, grabbed my sword, and headed to the boundary. As I prepared to set out on the thorough inspection of the boundary and Pack, I made sure to take a multitude of guards with me. I knew that the safety of the Pack was of utmost importance and I wasn't going to take any chances.I called on the best guards in the Pack and made sure to select those with the most experience in border patrol and rogue hunting. They were all equipped with the latest weapons and gadgets, and I knew that they were the best of the best.As I looked at the group of guards that had gathered before me, I felt a sense of pride and r

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after a good night's rest. The previous day had been quite hectic, but I had managed to push through it. I got up from my bed and stretched my limbs, feeling the stiffness from the previous day's activities subside.As I was getting dressed, one of the guards came into my room to inform me that my father had summoned me to his chambers. I wondered what he wanted to discuss with me this early in the morning, but I didn't dwell on it too much. I quickly finished dressing and made my way to his chambers.I walked into my father's chambers, feeling tense as always. The air was thick with the scent of old books and polished wood. My father sat at his desk, a mountain of paperwork stacked in front of him. He looked up as I entered and nodded curtly."Amareux, I have a proposition for you."I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue."I want to hold a banquet tonight. To celebrate the successful clearing of the rogues.I frow

Draco watched from a distance as the banquet hall was bustling with activity, guarded by a formidable line of security. He was fuming with anger and frustration, knowing that his plan to infiltrate and wreak havoc had failed. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the urge to lash out at someone or something.As he watched the guards patrolling the perimeter, he could feel the blood boiling in his veins. He cursed himself for not being more prepared, for not anticipating the level of security that Prince Amareux had put in place. He knew that if he made a single mistake, it would be the end of him and his band of rogues.Draco was the kind of leader who prided himself on his strategic mind and ability to plan for any situation. But in this moment, he felt like a failure. He had let his anger and hatred for the werewolves cloud his judgment, and now he was paying the price for it.As he stood there, watching the celebration from afar, he couldn't help but feel a sense of envy and bitte

Draco woke up the next morning feeling a bitter headache and pain all over his head. He groaned as he tried to sit up, his head feeling like it was being split in two. The pain radiated from his temples down to his neck, and he felt dizzy and disoriented. He tried to remember what had happened the night before but his mind was foggy, and his thoughts were jumbled. He stumbled out of bed and walked to the washbasin to splash water on his face.As he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles under them. He looked pale and sickly, and his hands were trembling. He realized that he had overindulged in alcohol the night before, and the consequences were now taking a toll on his body.He tried to shake off the feeling of nausea that washed over him and took a few deep breaths. But the pain in his head only grew worse, and he had to hold onto the sink to steady himself. The slightest movement seemed to exacerbate his headache,

As I stood at the end of the hall, my eyes scanning the environment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how smoothly the banquet was going. The pack members were enjoying themselves, laughing and chatting away while they indulged in the delicious food and drinks laid out on the long tables. The gentle glow of the moonlight filtered in through the large windows, casting a soft hue on the festivities.I watched as the other alphas began to arrive, each one greeted with warm welcomes and friendly embraces. It was heartwarming to see the camaraderie between the packs, and I felt a sense of unity and peace.As the days went on, more and more alphas arrived, each one bringing their own pack traditions and delicacies to share. It was a true celebration of our kind, and I was honored to be a part of it.But as the night wore on, and the alphas began to leave, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. It was as though there was a shadow looming over us, threatening to shatter t