Todos os capítulos de No Place for a Packless Wolf: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The night sky above the Bloodmoon Pack's elite territory was like a black canvas covered in the ink of sadness. Lightning struck mercilessly, cutting through the darkness like the angel of death's sword, followed by rumbles of thunder that rattled the windows of the Blackwood family's skyscraper. Inside the gold-plated six-star hotel's Grand Ballroom, the atmosphere was quite the opposite. The gleam of hanging crystal chandeliers worth millions of dollars reflected the pride of hundreds of invited guests. They are not ordinary people. They are the elite, business moguls, dirty politicians, and cold-blooded wolves who hide behind Armani suits and Parisian silk gowns. Tonight is Chloe Vanguard's 18th birthday celebration. The night where a wolf was supposed to find his soul mate his Mate.However, for Chloe, tonight was the beginning of hell.The girl stood in the middle of the room, the simple white dress she wore looking dull among the sea of ​​sparkling jewelry. Her jet black hair h

Three years is not a long time for immortals, but it is long enough to overthrow the arrogance of an empire. The Bloodmoon Pack, who once stood proudly like kings of the forest, are now like ringworm dogs begging for leftover bones. Alpha Julian's stupid decision after decision, combined with Seraphina's hedonistic lifestyle, has eaten away the company's assets to the marrow.Tonight, fate turned its crazy wheel again. In the Crystal Palace - the most prestigious auction hall on the continent - the dragons and tigers of the business world gather. This is where everything is determined; who will ascend the throne, and who will end up on the financial gallows.Julian stepped in, his suit still looked expensive, but his face was tense, filled with despair. Beside him, Seraphina dangled, her tight silk dress showing off her curves like a marble statue. The woman smiled proudly, not caring that her husband was on the verge of collapse. For Seraphina, as long as she could still mingle with

News of the Bloodmoon Pack's instant bankruptcy spread throughout the VIP ballroom like fire consuming dry fields. Julian and Seraphina were like prisoners who shuffled into the special room for the highest authorities only to be met with a wall of ridicule.Chloe sat in a single black velvet chair at the end of the round table. Her legs were crossed gracefully, holding a glass of strong red wine that matched the color of her lips. His eyes narrowed arrogantly, looking at Julian who was still standing stiffly, his jaw tightened like he was holding back a volcano that was ready to explode."Chloe, you think with Vanguard's wealth you can act like a god?!" Julian hissed, holding back his wolf anger for the sake of the remaining dignity he had. "Bloodmoon may be falling, but our long history cannot be bought with your money!"Chloe sipped her wine disinterestedly. "History? Do you mean the history where your ancestors robbed the lands of other packs, or the history where you, the 'great'

The auction night at Crystal Palace ended like a mass funeral for the Bloodmoon Pack. The real destruction centered not only on the trillions of dollars in assets that evaporated, but also on the spiritual destruction of its inhabitants.In an empty warehouse that used to be where Bloodmoon's most expensive wine was stored, Julian sat leaning against the cold, wet floor. His proud Armani jacket was in tatters because he tore it himself. The thick smell of alcohol wafted from his body as it trembled uncontrollably.His ever-mighty wolf now howled and groaned at the bottom of his soul, torn apart by the loss of his true mate. The ties that he had forcibly severed three years ago suddenly rose up to become a curse, biting his sanity layer by layer. The face of Chloe the naughty omega girl who was now his Goddess of Destruction, kept replaying in his mind. Chloe's cold eyes, her melodious yet deadly laugh, and the way the Alpha King bowed down in adoration... all of that was a torment cru

The morning sun penetrated the giant glass windows of the former Bloodmoon Pack headquarters. Unfortunately, the warm rays were unable to melt the frozen air that enveloped the entire executive floor. The modern Victorian architectural style building, which was once a symbol of the glory of the Blackwood family, is now closely guarded by hundreds of men in black uniforms with the Vanguard logo.Julian Blackwood stood in the middle of his study which now felt strange. His mahogany table worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was removed. The paintings of his ancestors were forcibly taken down and simply left in the corner of the room like used goods. Every second that passed was a cut on his pride.The double doors of the room opened. It wasn't the servant who brought breakfast as usual, but Arthur, the Vanguard's Head Butler whose face was as hard as a tombstone. Behind Arthur, two men in gray suits "Vanguard's financial auditors" entered with a thick stack of documents."As per Youn