Semua Bab Too Human To Be His: Bab 11 - Bab 20

But my father had prepared for everything—even his own death. Locked away in a private vault was a collection of secrets—every dirty detail about the man who wanted him gone. Property documents, hidden bank accounts, offshore holdings, lists of mistresses, bribes, blackmail, even maps to his secret hideaways. My father knew the game. And he never played to lose. That bloated excuse of a man was far too confident in his power… and he made one fatal mistake — underestimating my father. And underestimating me. He didn’t live to celebrate long. The very night he raised his glass to the death of the "stubborn Alpha," surrounded by his corrupt partners and overpriced whores, vengeance found him. My pack and I dragged that smug bastard to the very forest he had coveted so much — the sacred land he wanted to turn into his private resort. I let him go. Twenty minutes. That’s all the mercy I gave him. Then I shifted. The hunt began. He ran. I’ll give him that—he really tried. But he

Her hair—fiery red—had spilled loose from its tie, cascading over my pillow like liquid flame. There was something wild and mystical about her, like she didn’t belong in this world at all. She looked less like a maid and more like a spellbound enchantress who had wandered into my den. And then I realized… She was human. The truth slammed into me like a blow. My mate... was human. For a moment, I wished I had never walked into that room. Never smelled her. Never seen her. A human couldn’t be my Luna. She couldn’t match the strength of a dominant Alpha. I had never even considered the possibility—why would I? My bloodline was pure. Generation after generation of born wolves. Never once had a human diluted that strength. And now this? This freckled, fragile, curvy contradiction—this was my fated mate? Was the universe mocking me? How would anyone in my pack take this seriously? How would they respect me after this? I had fought, bled, and earned my power through fire—and now f

Alpha Wayland ReyremOne of the unique traits some werewolves possess is the ability to sense the emotions and feelings of others. It's like a wave of energy that radiates from the other being and washes over you, coloring your own perception with their emotional state. For an Alpha, this skill is not optional—it’s essential. You must always know who you’re dealing with, be it human or beast.This empathic perception is something akin to an unnamed sense, like sight or smell—an instinct deeply rooted in the bloodline of potential Alphas and strong wolves.Alongside it stands another power: mental influence. All wolves can communicate telepathically in their animal form. But the strongest among us can go further—we can suppress, dominate, and bend the will of those weaker than ourselves. Some call it "Alpha’s command," but that’s not entirely accurate. Many powerful wolves—not just leaders—can wield it. Still, in most cases, Alphas possess the strongest and most developed version of th

This time, he was way too close, and from the sudden bump, my things fell out of my hands. The man hurried to help me with the problem he himself caused, picking up and handing me the dropped items, insincerely apologizing while simultaneously devouring me with his eyes.When we stood up, I noticed his gaze fixated on my invitingly exposed chest beneath my unbuttoned blazer. It was obvious how nervously his Adam’s apple twitched, his breathing faltered, and his lips involuntarily licked themselves.Here we go again with our song! How annoying! Are all men really such lousy dogs?“Alichka, light of my eyes, you know I love you! Let’s meet after work!” — my colleague croaked lustfully, never looking up at my face. Nothing surprising, he never changes his tune. Sometimes I think he doesn’t even really remember what my face looks like, since he mostly focuses on my cleavage, just like now.I rolled my eyes irritably and deliberately buttoned up my blazer, burning with the urge to smack hi

Half an hour later, I was already ringing Cordelia’s doorbell. She opened it almost instantly—like she’d been waiting behind it the whole time.She stood there in a tight black latex catsuit that clung to every curve of her body, with zippers placed in all the most tempting spots. In her hands—fluffy red handcuffs. Subtle as ever.The moment I stepped over the threshold, she pounced on me, her lips crashing against mine in a hungry kiss—despite knowing damn well I wasn’t particularly fond of kissing. It was never about tenderness with us, and she knew it. Yet she still tried.A wave of irritation rolled through my body, followed by a low, guttural growl and the barest hint of a snarl. Cordelia pulled back slightly but didn’t seem to register the warning signs. Instead, she playfully pushed me further toward the couch."My passionate wolf wants to skip straight to dessert, huh?" she purred, her overly painted lips stretching into a sultry smile. She was completely oblivious to the fact