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where the women were. Stark led them to Redmoon castle. He took them into the throne room where a man with long hair braided into cornrows stood. He was staring at a portrait of the late Alpha King and Luna, Alaric's parents. "They're here, Alpha," Stark said as he went down on one knee, his head bowed to the floor. Seraphine raised a brow. With the way he said it, it was like they were waiting for her and her people to arrive. She also found it strange that the Beta was right at the Redwood boundary, and not just a few of the guards. Stark whistled, pulling their attention. He signaled for them to bow down. Seraphine's people got down on their knees, but she didn't. "What are you doing, Lu

the coroner asked. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek with indecisiveness. “It’s difficult to tell for certain. The letter is either an ‘R’ or a ‘P’.” A cold streak of unbelievable fear raced through me. This mark did not come from any random piece of jewelry as Lorenzo previously mentioned. It was unique—custom-made to fit only one person. Jesus Christ. ‘Now we know why the Lycan Luna’s son appeared to panicked when he saw those pictures before,’ my wolf mentioned.

I had so many things to do, and none of them involved listening to Sylvie’s shrieks on loop. Bending over to my shoulder, Calvin cupped his hand to my ear. “The shop I have in mind has one attendant, and she designs dresses that look like they came from dreams. And the best part is that-” “What are you whispering without me?!” shrieked Sylvie, interrupting. “She matches the description you gave me of your mate, the unscented wolf. Aria.” I stopped breathing as I stared at Calvin. “Are you sure?” I asked, almost breathless.

How ironic that it lost its proud look in the midst of this chaos. Then, I spotted Alpha Leo and his best warriors, facing off against another group of wolves. I could smell their stink, making no mistake about their identity. They are Rogues. But alas! I could not see their faces because their heads were covered in masks. Their lithe and muscular bodies were poised for attack.

he said and slammed the door to my face without looking back. Immediately he went out, I rushed to open the door and the door was hard. The metal was locked, I tried to look at the lens attached to the door, but the door refused to open. Then I had no option but to submit to fate. I lay on the bed, hoping I would sleep off, but unfortunately, my face was wide open. Suddenly, I began to feel strange, the same burning sensation that I always felt. I was careful enough not to bite anything from the room. A drop of water did not pass through my throat while I was with Jack. Even the fruits that he bought, I refused to take them with me, I left them in his car. Definitely, the aphrodisiac must ha

I couldn’t bring myself to look at either one of them, not with the body they pulled between them, leaving a trail of blood in it’s wake. His head was thrown forward, dark and unruly hair falling over his forehead. I couldn’t see his face, but that meant nothing. I’d recognize that blue-black hair anywhere. Every detail sharpened until I could make out the slope of his shoulder, a peek at his strong neck that I had sank my teeth into mere days ago. I couldn’t hear anything past the thundering of my own heart. Lorenzo lips moved as he barked an order at Macon. The Beta of the Nightfall pack grabbed a fistful of that blue-black hair and pulled, revealing the lifeless face of his Alpha’s son.

Alpha Lorenzo muttered, placing his head on her stomach with his eyes shut. Tinsley stood numbed as he refuse to let her go and just as she bent her head down to stare at his face, she saw a —mark carved on his neck. "Wow! I love the tattoo on your neck mate." She complimented him. "Really?" Alpha Lorenzo smirks naughtily as he lifts his head from her stomach. “It's not actually a tattoo, it's like a family birthmark and every person in the Alpha Royal family has it.” “Wow!” Tinsely muttered.

she says with a wink. I gape at her bold statement. She laughs at my surpised face. "They will get used to you, i am Orphalia, Li in short" she extends her palm for a hand shake. "I am Althea" i hold her palm with mine for a second. "Come, where are you going. Whose team are you in" she asks me leading me forward. "I am Your commanders daughter, i dont have a team yet" she stops suddenly forcing me to stop as well.

his voice whispered as his nose sniffed my neck, his fingers rolling my hair. Every feeling of his breath on my skin sent a surge of anger rather than the usual pleasure through my spine. With my heart pounding in my ears, I cringed, avoiding to start any scene. Not yet. "What do you want? And you still left my question hanging in the air.” He raised his arms as though in surrender, his voice resonating in something laced with malice. “I am Alaric, the true Beta of King Kael.” The mention of Kael sent a jolt of anger for a flick moment sent a jolt of anger through me and the reason for the man standing right in front of me was his beta. For a second, I felt like strangling him.

he growled, his voice laced with fury. The figure chuckled, stepping into the faint light cast by the glowing symbols on the walls. It was a man, tall and wiry, with sharp, angular features and eyes that seemed to gleam unnaturally. His voice was smooth but carried a sinister edge. “You may call me Alaric,” he said, smirking as his gaze flicked between Dennis and me. “And you must be Damien, the ever-loyal protector of the Crescent Moon pack.” I took a step forward, my blade raised. “Let her go,” I demanded, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”