Shaun The tavern bustled with activity as Shaun looked around, his gaze sweeping over the crowded tables filled with warriors and citizens engaged in lively conversation, while all the hostesses scurried around them. The air was thick with the scent of ale and the murmur of endless chatter. Shaun stood behind the bar counter, his presence unassuming yet observant. Despite the lively atmosphere, time seemed to pass differently within the tavern's walls, as if the outside world held its breath in anticipation of the next moment. For the past four years, Shaun had called this tavern home, finding solace in its familiar routines and the camaraderie of its patrons. He remembered the day he first stumbled in, weary and malnourished, seeking refuge from a world that had turned its back on him. The tavern owner had taken pity on him, offering food and shelter in exchange for his labor. Nobody had questioned the presence of a new wolf in the tavern; as if nobody actually noticed him aside fro

Rebekah Rebekah stood in front of the stranger, butterflies forming in her as she stood close to him. Her hand was still resting on his muscular chest as his scent flooded her senses. He smelled strongly of pine and cedar, a faint trace of booze around him. She could feel the eyes of everyone on them, but it was as if they were in another world as she stared up into this man’s blue eyes. Nyx, her wolf, was shaking in excitement as they had found their mate. She whispered, just for him to hear, “What’s your name?” Before he answered, her father’s voice broke the tension in the room. “Unacceptable! You must reject him, Rebekah! Do you really want to be mated to this criminal? You’re meant to be a Luna and he’s an omega!” At her father’s words, a growl escaped both her and the man. She stepped back from him, holding a hand to her mouth. The man looked at her, a questioning glance in his eyes, probably in confusion to her growl. She looked at her father, “That is my mate you’re speaking