Ryley's POVI've been sitting on the arena bleachers, watching Lyra run around like a gazelle, for minutes already. Her long brown hair tied in a ponytail whips her back, while her long, slender legs propel her quickly, especially for a human.She knows that werewolves have overdeveloped senses, but does she know that from these bleachers I can see every shade of her beautiful emerald eyes? She is beauty and grace incarnate. Looking at her like that, I remember that lascivious dance on that pole, and my body instantly responded by straightening up violently.I sigh, squeezing the bulge under my pants. When will she finally let me touch her like I want to? In front of her, I have the impression of being a teenager begging for attention, whereas I am the K alpha wolf, and in a month I will become king of the East Coast of the United States.Tens of thousands of werewolves have obeyed me hand and foot since I was young; I run a multinational corporation that brews billions; humans admire me

I open the palm of my hand, counting seven sticks traced in pen on my skin.Seven sticks, or seven days... A week of only going back and forth from the apartment to the arena.I run until exhaustion, then I return to immerse myself in reading to try to find a solution to understand this damn recognition.However, at this moment, I somewhat broke the routine.I decided to lie like a starfish on the dirt in the centre of the track, my eyes turned towards the azure sky, deep in thought.I feel the wolf, on the edge of my perceptions, pacing and watching me from the bleachers.I pay him no attention, however, feeling that I could still quickly get upset.I prefer to take stock of my readings, which have taught me a lot of things, some of which still seem very obscure to me and others frankly revolting.A priori, the male wolves must leave a mark on the females once the recognition has been accepted by both parties.At the top of my problem list is this tagging thing.There was no photo or descript

In the end, I understood quite quickly the basis of the label, at least the part concerning me. It is better for me to be silent at all times and avoid moving. A life-size poster of me would be more useful.Usually, the Lunas have the status of queens; however, if they have little right to govern, they are nonetheless respected ambassadors. If I am confined to the role of potiche, it is because of my racial nature. The fact that I am human almost destroys my social position. The only thing that could be worse is that I'm a vampire.I am therefore condemned to look at my feet so as not to meet anyone's gaze. I also have to make my requests to Ryley so that he can judge whether or not it is necessary to satisfy them while remaining under the permanent control of my prime pack or my alpha. This situation just makes me want to vomit. I warned that I would only do this in public. Making them understand that it was better to space out social eveningsAbove all, Chris' lessons helped me unde

"I am a human."On the other hand, in three weeks I will find myself in the spotlight; if I miss myself, I risk putting us all in a real mess.It's a fact I can't change. I said, not taking my eyes off him.Understand that if you begin by openly challenging me, you directly condemn us to failure!It's up to you to see if your fight against humans is worth sticking a knife in the back of your Alpha.I hit the bull's eye.He resumes an annoyed look, lowering his eyes before getting down on one knee.Ryley looks at me with a funny expression.I have the impression that he is happy and proud.In any case, they will not devour each other; at least today, it is already a positive point.Sometimes I had a really hard time keeping up with his mood swings." He orders them, opening his arms in an inviting gesture, considering the incident closed.Get up, my friends!It's good to see us all together!As they all close in on each other, I try to take a step back, but the alpha presses me agains

I open my eyes to a white, opaque mist.It takes me a moment to realise that it is the smoke from the airbags, while I am still in the cabin.The angle of view does not help me locate myself in space since I am upside down at the feet of the passenger seat.I try to recover as best I can, clinging to the rest of the dashboard.Once in place, I find myself facing the driver, lying on the steering wheel, blood flowing from his ears.I look around me with slightly haggard eyes, realising that the central concrete ground has been violently hit.The car even literally crashed into it.There's not even a windscreen left; the shards of glass are strewn everywhere, still sliding across the floor with a little clink.I observe what is left of it when I suddenly see the silhouette of Stéphane lying about thirty metres away on the opposite lane.He had to be kicked out of the car.I chuckle as I finally decide to open the door, telling myself that he should have put on his seatbelt.I painfully

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