"your mate has been dead long ago, why don't you try begging the moon goddess to mate you once again. You know it's difficult to live alone" Lara, a member of the rogue pack and his best friend suggested him. Marcellus looked at her and then sighed. No one will ever understand the pain of losing a mate until one experiences. She was her first love and he lost her in a battle with Picaro pack. They were vicious alphas and betas, a pack of werewolves whom he hated most. And yet they killed a Lycans mate. His fury since then held no bounds. Even though he ripped them apart after but his loss couldn't be regained. And now he was all alone for 9 years. He always regretted that despite being the most powerful Lycan of his age, he couldn't save his mate and she died so soon. "You know it, Lara! I wouldn't be able to love anyone else even if I am free to choose." Marcellus implied and she got up from the couch. "As you say Marcellus, remember you're a Lycan? You defeated them, you took yo

Maya got up from her place when she realised that the beast was not going to hurt her. She stepped near him despite her guts wrenching with fear. He saved her, it was the only explanation she could muster. She was stark naked but she didn't care, she thought he was just an animal as she came close to him, face to face. Marcellus didn't know what she was trying to do but undeniably she was the most beautiful woman. Her slender body, small waist and round bosoms. Her womanhood on display and her long legs. She looked like a goddess to him. He thanked heavens that he was in his wolf form or he wouldn't have been able to resist her temptation. She raised her hand and bought it closed to his face. She touched his face, the fear in her orbs sliding away gradually. Their eyes met, his green orbs became soft when they met with her honey, caramel ones. "Thank you for saving me, I don't know how to repay you" she whispered to the beast, only if she could see within him. Marcellus saw those t