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Milena~I blink countless times, staring at the book.The Goddess has cursed me with another nightmare. Something strong enough to make me go crazy. It’s a nightmare; however, I can’t say for certain because the book is an inch away. I pluck it off the shelf, flipping pages, making sure it’s the exact book. My mind tangles as my head swirls. Closing the book, a sigh breaks through my throat.I’m not dreaming. I'm holding the book. Same book gifted to me years ago. But how is it sitting on a shelf in Vladimir's library? Books don’t have legs to travel. Even if they do, they won’t travel to the wrong places.Flipping the pages again, I study the lines—the annotations I made. This is truly my book. Maybe. Just maybe Vladimir has a similar one. I flip it to the end, my shoulders dropping at the sight of the human female doctor’s photograph. Her address, boldly written on it. More questions hold meetings in my head, birthing more confusion. How did it get here? Does Vladimir know the hi

Fenrir~Paws scrape through the human marbles as I halt. Humans with swords and spears block my way, about to hunt me down. Low Deltas and Omegas allow their humans to stand in the way of an Alpha. They must face my wrath.I lurch and roooaaarrr! …snapping and slashing them. Plunging into the next, I bite his neck, tearing it apart. With my paw, I trample on him, crushing his bones.“Don’t stop him! Get out of the way!” the human Beta orders from behind.Snarling, I take a glance at him, drool dropping from my curled lips. “Fenrir, Vlad wouldn't want you to harm the warriors,” he says from a distance.I growl, turning around and darting out of the packhouse. Mate! She seeks me. Her spot is ready to have me and has always been ready. But my weak human keeps depriving us of what belongs to us. He is too weak to be my other half.The leaves dance, clearing the path as I sprint through the thick forest. My paws dig the soil with each race.Mate! She is in heat!Slamming into the island

Alpha Drago~I don’t fail. Even in tougher battles, I shall rather skewer my own flesh than let the lowlife enemies win.I don’t bow. Not for anyone. Not even my father or brother shall make me surrender. I love to win. Love to be chosen. Love to fucking lead while my brother follows.That is my nature and should be the Goddess's nature only if the Lass has chosen to do her job.Vladimir has proven how much he loves to challenge me in battle. I always let him. Not because I am incompetent, but because I want to make our father happy.The old fool always wears a smile when his favorite son wins. His reaction sent anxiety to my stomach most of the time, causing me to stand back. Not to push further and prove how weak his favorite son can be. He never gave me the opportunity. Now, the opportunity has been presented. Something I am certain shall make my father believe in me. And that possibility is Lena. I must get her before the days my brother has set aside.If I do, my father shall b

Alpha Vlad~I have been away from her for seven days. After that act, it’s the best decision to make. Seven nights, and the only thing I can do is reach out to Mark, getting information.Mark has been keeping me updated on what she does. All the information needed. I am glad she has decided to blend in. Get familiar with the environment. Tomorrow, I plan on sending some maidens across who will keep her company as well. If possible, invite her mother and sister over. Nice, right? But in reality, this is only, but one problem sorted out. The least of all my problems hangs around my neck like shackles. Seven more days before Drago will come for Milena. Yet, I am unable to find a solution on how to help her. No good field has been created on how to save her from my brother and father.Once again, I am a failure. The same failure I was years back that got her into the hands of monsters. Same failure I displayed months back that ended her in the hands of my brother.The failure lies bef

Milena~Leaves lash my skin as my legs dart faster through the forest than they’ve ever done. The sourness of my feet in my sandals increases as I climb the first rock. This route is dangerous and harder than the previous. But it’s the best way to prevent Vladimir or his men from catching up with me.The guard must have woken up and noticed I'm gone. Vladimir and his dogs must already be on the lookout for me. I hug my medical book and the little bag of jewelry I stole, close to my chest as I slow down my pace, ambling carefully from rock to rock. Mark has shown me this path on one of the days we took a walk together.He said it’s the shortest path that leads to the shore. Last time I escaped, I didn't have the time for proper preparation. But this time, everything has been laid out. With the jewelry, I can pay my way through. And with my medical book, it will be easy to find Jovana.Sliding down the tallest rock, I land in the soil littered with dead leaves and tree roots. A cry e