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Leo heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. He immediately reached for the hilt of his sword, his body tensing up. But as the figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the light, his hand relaxed, only to be replaced by a feeling of pure dread.It was Arielle. She was walking toward him in her silver-white nightgown, looking like a ghost in the shadows. Drusilla followed several paces behind, looking pale and worried.As soon as Arielle reached the wing, Leo stepped in her way, his massive frame blocking the corridor. "Lady Arielle, you can’t be here right now."Arielle’s brow furrowed, her purple eyes searching his. "What’s going on with the Alpha, Leo? I heard the growl. It sounded like he was being torn apart.""The Alpha is... going through something," Leo said, his voice shaky. "But you have to leave. Now.""I’m not leaving until I know what is happening to him," she countered, her voice firm and stubborn. "I will explain everything to you at dawn," Leo begged, g

She wanted him deep inside her, striking every part of her walls, hitting her womb, making her reach her peak. She wanted more and he was more than willing to satisfy her.Ethan flipped her onto her back again, spreading her legs wide. "I know you want more," he rasped, eyes glowing faintly with residual wolfish hunger.He dove between her thighs once more, tongue lapping up their combined essence, sucking greedily on her oversensitive folds. Arielle moved wild. It was too much but good, her hands clutching the sheets. "Oh! Ethan... Yessss... oh fuck, don't stop."He continued until he was contented.Then rose up, cock still hard and slick. This time, he guided her hand to it, letting her stroke the veined length."Suck me," he urged, voice thick. "Taste us on your Alpha."Arielle sat up eagerly, mouth watering at the sight. She took him in, lips stretching around his girth. Tongue swirling over the salty mix of cum and her own juices. She moved her head, hollowing her cheeks, as she

(The MoonTitan Pack)The air in the Alpha’s office was thick with the smell of stale parchment and the rising heat of an argument. Xander paced the floor, his boots thudding heavily against the rug. He looked at his son, Arnold, who sat at the head of the long stone table, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping lazily on the desk—a desk Xander had occupied with honor for decades."You aren't running a pack, Arnold," Xander growled, his voice vibrating with warning. "You are running a business. And a poor one at that."Arnold didn't even look up from the ledger he was studying. He was scribbling notes about tax brackets, his eyes greedy.“The coffers are fuller than they’ve been in years, Father. That is called success."“This pack is not a market stall, Arnold,” Xander snapped. “You cannot rule it by counting taxes alone while the borders rot.”Arnold scoffed. “The pack needs coins to survive. Power isn’t maintained by sentiment, Father.”“It is maintained by security,” Xan

Ethan stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped slowly, surrendering to the velvet rise of the coming Blood Moon.A knock sounded at the door.“Enter,” he said calmly.Leo stepped inside and bowed.“You asked for the final report on the ritual preparations, Alpha.”Ethan turned to face him, his expression steady. “Has the Moon Nexus been cleaned of old energy?” Ethan asked, his voice deep and commanding.Leo stepped forward, holding a scroll, his expression grave. “Yes, Alpha. The seers finished the cleansing at midday, and the ancestral ashes have been scattered at the four corners of the holy ground as tradition demands.”“Good. Is the ceremonial blade purified in moonwater?”“It is,” Leo confirmed.“Are the silver bowls prepared for the Alpha and Luna blood? Has the binding cloth been soaked in sacred oil?”“Everything is ready,” Leo confirmed. “The bowls for the Alpha and Luna’s blood are set. The binding cloth is soaked in sacred oil. The blood chann

“All done, my lady.”Dru whispered, stepping back slowly.Her mouth fell open as she looked Arielle up and down.“Oh, Moon Goddess…” she breathed. “Thank you for blessing our pack with this beauty.”Arielle opened her eyes slowly and looked at her reflection.For a moment, she did not recognize the woman in the mirror.The shimmering silver-white fabric seemed alive, like liquid starlight poured over her skin.It didn't just reflect light; it held it, glowing softly like moonlight on water.The fabric flowed effortlessly over her body before falling in gentle, graceful layers to the floor. Fine silver threads were woven through it, faint as distant stars. The neckline was simple but refined, traced with delicate lunar symbols that glimmered subtly when she moved.Long sheer sleeves rested lightly at her wrists, adding to the quiet elegance of the dress.She wore no heavy jewels, only a pair of silver earrings that caught the light with every turn of her head.Her hair fell in loose,