His Wingless Second Chance Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

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"Here are the latest rogue reports," Corbin stated, adding another sheet to the overgrown tower on the corner of my desk. "There's been an increase of activity in the southern boundaries, so I increased the patrol there." "Very well," I dismissed, my gaze shifting to the window. Beyond the glass, the son hung high in the sky, casting its bright rays across the room. 'Anything else?"Corbin hesitated, then revealed another layer of intrigue- the invitations from higher-ranking daughters of other packs, newly of age, seeking mates. I nodded. "I assume you sent out the proper response?""Yes, my Alpha," Corbin affirmed. "But I worry. The longer the Luna position remains empty, the sooner we will appear vulnerable to others- "My fist came down in a primal echo of frustration. The tower of reports crumpled; papers scattered like leaves. "That is ENOUGH. Corbin," I growled. "The Luna position remains vacant till I see fit." "Of course, Altair. I'm sorry for speaking out of turn," Corbin

I stared at the report, its words blurring into each other. My mind was resisting to embed any line of it into my consciousness. My gaze wandered, drawn to the phone twirling against my desk's edge- a silent plea for it to ring. I knew my plan A, a clumsy attempt to leave my number on her hotel room answering machine, would likely vanish into the void. So, I had orchestrated plan B: a message discreetly left at the front desk entrusted to an attendant with explicit instructions. To contact me if it had this plan had fallen through as well. Relief had washed over me as the front desk girl informed me that the flower had at least made its way into my little star's car. Lupin lay stretched out in my mind, trying to recoup from last night's patrol outside the hotel, as his ears stayed alert while my thumb traced over the rim of my phone. After parting ways with Vega last night, there was no way- even if Lupin disagreed- I would leave her. So, in my wolf form, hidden from the shadows,