"Love is not love. Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken." I sighed happily upon reading those beautifully written words. I just have one wish in life: find a lover that loves me like the words written in the phrase. Similar to the meaning of the phrase. ‘Love is not true love which changes whenever an issue comes up or ends when the beloved disappears. No, it is a permanent thing that goes through wild storms and is never shaken. It is the constant North Star used as a guide by all lost ships. whose value is immeasurable, although it is often taken for granted. Love is not dependent on time, though your youthful rosy lips and cheeks are inevitably affected by the cruel effects of time, Love alters not only over the course of a few brief hours and weeks but bears it out even to the end of the world! If this is wrong and you can prove otherwise, I have neve

Regina Will Sam be angry with me? I may have disturbed his meeting. ‘Damn Regina, sometimes you can’t control yourself once you start talking.’ Shit, I hope my words didn’t make things hard for Sam. But then again, who was that guy sitting on Sam’s chair, even though I, being his sister, never once sat on it but was sitting on it as if he owned it? And why was Sam so nervous and stressed in front of him? I have never seen Sam so stressed in front of anyone; he is the Alpha, and everyone respects him, but that doesn't give a damn about Sam being an Alpha, as he is somehow bigger and more powerful than Sam the Alpha himself. I shook my head. ‘Why do I care? Who is he?' Right now, I am so angry at myself; all plans for today got ruined because Peter ditched me by changing our plans at the last minute. I was so happy to finally spend some alone time with him, but he had something important to do. What is so important that he has broken his promise? "I hate when people break their pro

Richard "Beast Alpha…." That's what they call me behind my back. But I don’t care about these titles because these are what keep my people safe from the enemy. But today Regina surprised me by asking my name because, before her, no one had ever shown any interest in knowing the real me behind the title. This is why she is our mate—because she is different from every other wolf. My wolf spoke in my mind, and I agreed with each and every word he said. She is different; even if she wasn’t my mate, I could smell the difference in her aura even from afar. Regina has Alpha genes in her aura, but along with that, she gives me a different vibe, a vibe I only ever sensed once from the wolf, whose power is far greater than mine. But why is that? Sam doesn’t smell anywhere near as similar to Regina, even though they are siblings. There might be something in the past that I’m missing and trying to understand. Regina is my mate and also a member of my realm, and I want to know every detail abo

Richard The hustle and bustle, the loud music—I hate everything about parties. The overwhelming noise and chaotic atmosphere of parties often leave me feeling overwhelmed and out of place. I find it difficult to connect with others amidst the hustle and bustle, making me question my enjoyment of such social gatherings. I would rather sit at the office and work or go on a long run alone, where I can find solace and peace. Parties seem to drain my energy, but today is different because somewhere in this crowd is my friend Regina. And just being close to her, even in the midst of the chaos, brings a sense of comfort and excitement. It's as if her presence alone can transform the entire atmosphere, making me more willing to tolerate the noise and commotion. But where is she now? I scan the crowd eagerly, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar face. But everyone here is wearing a mask, making it difficult to recognize anyone. I am annoyed that I can't see her face, but on the other

Regina Opening my eyes, I came face-to-face with a giant black wolf, its penetrating brown eyes locked onto mine. Its fur was sleek and glossy, reflecting the moonlight that filtered through the dense forest canopy. I could sense a primal intelligence emanating from this majestic creature as if it held ancient wisdom within its gaze. The wolf growled low and deep, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air. Its teeth glistened in the moonlight, revealing a formidable set of sharp canines. I could feel my heart race as I stood frozen, captivated by the raw power and beauty of this magnificent predator. I moved my eyes downward and noticed the wolf's muscular body, which was perfectly adapted for hunting and survival in the wilderness. Its paws were large and padded, allowing for swift and silent movement through the forest. I couldn't help myself from moving my hand to touch the softness of its fur; he purrs beneath my touch. As I reached out to touch the wolf's fur, a surprisin