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ClaraThe next few days passed with me staying mostly in my room, and not once did Alpha Abel come by. Not that I expected him or anything—but I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him. Not a shadow, not his brake lights, nothing.Today, former Alpha Klaus was scheduled to publicly denounce his title and announce that it had been passed to the new alpha. I sat glued to the television, watching as he addressed the pack. His face was stiff, emotionless—like a man forced into surrendering what he never wanted to give up. But that was his problem, not mine.When the announcement ended, the pack erupted in cheers. Clearly, this was the news they’d been waiting for.I sighed, stood up, stretching out my stiff muscles. Wandering to the window, I looked outside; everyone seemed busy, rushing around with a kind of excited energy.Footsteps approached my door, and before the knock even came, I called out, “Come in.”The door opened, and my eyes widened at the sight of two unfamiliar faces. “Hello,

ClaraThe White Tower wasn’t anything like what I had imagined. It looked more like an academy built for the elites of the elites, a polished world far above anything I was used to. And honestly, from the moment I stepped in, I felt painfully out of place.This place was meant for the privileged, for people born into high status. Yet from my very first day, they placed me among the highest-ranking students just because I was the Luna of the Red Blood Pack.My room was enormous—bigger than anything I’d ever lived in. I sat at the finest dining tables, served the best meals, and was treated like royalty. Like I was some kind of princess.And to my surprise… I didn’t hate it.Not even a little.Even the lessons I expected to be exhausting weren’t bad at all. In fact, I enjoyed them more than I should. So it made me wonder why that mate of mine had always looked so grumpy. If this was where he learned, did he complain like a dying goat the whole time?I even made a few friends—ones who st

ClaraThis was all new to me—the soft, lingering press of his lips on mine, the warmth radiating through my body, and the heat building below my skin as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. His strong, steady grip made me feel both vulnerable and safe, his breath mingling with mine in a quiet rhythm only breaks by our shared heartbeat.If he said we only had twenty minutes, I would claim every second, committing the feel of him to memory, because after this brief encounter, it would be another long six months before I’d hold him again.He carried me across the room and laid me gently on the bed, his lips still tracing mine like a flame licking at dry leaves—urgent, yet controlled. His hands rested firmly at my waist, his fingers pressing into the soft curve where my ribs met my hips, but he didn’t let them wander further. He seemed to be battling an inner restraint, as if invisible lines were holding him back.When he finally pulled away from my mouth, his lips moved to my neck, p

AbelThere I was again—losing control.I dragged a hand over my face and leaned back against the wall, forcing myself to breathe, to steady the storm inside me.I thought I could handle it. I thought I was stronger than this. Turns out I wasn’t even close.My eyes dropped to the hard length, straining painfully against my pants.“Calm down,” I muttered under my breath. “You’ve got this. You can hold it together.”Just one more year. One year wasn’t that long anymore. I could wait. I had to wait.And if you’re wondering why—why I’m fighting this so hard, why I refuse to touch her beyond what I already have—it isn’t because Clara isn’t of age. She is. In our world, she’s old enough.The problem… is me.It’s my family.It’s the history I refuse to repeat.My mother got pregnant at the age of sixteen. Her body wasn’t ready—she was smaller than the other she-wolves her age, fragile in ways she never admitted. And carrying me cost her. I grew up watching her pay for it every day. Weakness i

KlausNow that his wife is back, everything has become more complicated. His hold on the title—something I have been working for years to destabilize—will be harder to challenge. If the elders take one good look at her and find her impressive, then I’m finished.No, I can’t afford that.I have to act fast and act smart. There’s no time to waste, not even a second.“Come in, Sinclair,” I called, my voice echoing through the room.He hurried in almost immediately. “Alpha Klaus,” he greeted, head bowed low like the useless mutt he is. “I’m afraid… it all failed. The assassin sent didn’t return, and no report was brought back.”Pathetic.Absolutely pathetic.Is it until I do everything myself before something gets done? Must I be the one handling every single thing before I can finally get rid of that idiot? I should have ended him the moment I had the chance. I should have slit his throat along with his father’s and taken this pack as my birthright.But no, back then I underestimated him