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screamed in my mind. As I approached the War Chamber, the great oak doors were slightly ajar. The air that seeped out smelled of iron, old leather, and something else. A palpable aura of raw power and menace. I peered inside. Thirteen figures, all dressed in black, sat around a massive oval table. Their low voices, like the rumbling of distant thunder, filled the chamber. A jolt of pure terror washed over me as I realized I was about to enter a room full of Lycans. With a deep, shuddering breath, I pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

“I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked. Amara stands on her back legs. Proud and tall. Her aura dominates. It makes us all fight to bow to her. Black my Lycan dances in my head wanting to shift and mate her. “I am Skadii, daughter of the moon goddess. Bringer of light and justice. Ruler of all lycans and wolves” Her diplophonia voice boomed through the air, taking our breathes away. The night sky rumbled at her appearance. Her aura pushing against us all. Making even my father and other have no choice but to bow. She looks down at us all. Standing at least 7 and a half feet tall. “Mate” Black says in my

“C'mon, just because you are waiting for her doesn't mean you can't check out other girls.” “They are not her,” I reminded him and almost regretted that. He leaned closer, licking his lips. “The great Arlo Arithon is so obsessed with an Omega, that he can't check out other hot girls,” he shook his head. “It's almost impossible to believe…nah, it's just too impossible to believe.” I turned to him with glare. He rolled his eyes and laughed, leaning back in the booth. Just then, Ivy walked in, looking like she ran through hell to get here.

"They want me shirtless, with water all over my body. Basically a thirst trap for the company?" "...Oh, you know what a thirst trap is. Yeah." Aelar accepted his fate. "Took that right from your thoughts, and yes, I know what it is. And children watch this?" "I mean..." He quickly corrected himself. "Not children exactly. Eighteen and above." "Basically children." I continued walking. "So someone like Thalia falls into that category." Aelar laughed nervously. "Someone like Thalia is probably the reason those posts exist. They comment the most audacious things and somehow spend the most money supporting the brand."

“You don’t know anything about me or what I’m capable of, Osiris. You think just because you’ve been fucking my Luna, you’ve won? You haven’t seen anything yet.” Nero growls low, his aura of power radiating as he faces off with Darius. “The only thing you’ve done is dig your own grave,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ve dealt with Alphas like you before—arrogant, thinking they can take whatever they want. But here’s the thing, Darius: you don’t scare me. You don’t intimidate me. You’re nothing but a coward hiding behind a title you don’t deserve.” Darius bristles, his eyes flashing with fury. “You think you can talk to me like that?” he snarls. “I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”

Jena nodded then sat back down on the long sofa there, sending the picture that Aiora wanted. Aiora opens her chat room with Ellthan which is empty then sends her photo to Ellthan. AioraMertens Hey bastard because you marked my body, I got scolded by Jena! But it turns out my picture is this good🥴 Aiora giggles amused after sending it to Ellthan, Aiora is sure that Ellthan must have been instantly aroused by him because Aiora already knows Ellthan's weakness. ** Ellthan entered his headquarters training room looking at his men who were training.

But I know the Goddess must have sent me that vision. Even though she is not fully with us anymore as she once was. She still speaks through dreams and visions, to only a few of us. "I have no answer for you, Avril," I say now, my cheek pressed to the top of her head. "But I know if there's one werewolf that can bring Commander Zeus Ironheart Jnr to his knees, it would be Athena." The moment the words leave my mouth, the fire crackles violently. I freeze. Avril pulls back from me. The flames suddenly leap higher. Far higher than they should. Purple sparks dance through the air.

Someone pulled open the drapes, and a ray of sun attacked my eyes. "It's not good to sleep on the floor, ma'am," the person was saying, then began to chatter away, "There's always the possibility you could catch a cold, or worse, your death. As legend has it, Great Grandolf the Pioneer slept on the ground one night and unbeknown to him, a century-old vampire's coffin was buried beneath him. It was said the vampire awakened that night, killing Grandolf in his sleep. He w--" I didn't have time for this. "Why exactly are you here?" I asked the dark-skinned omega, who couldn't have been older than fourteen.

I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, my expression calm and calculated. Olayinka sat behind his heavy oak desk, his face a map of controlled fury. He didn't look at the tea. He looked at the "Harlot" hashtag on his tablet. "They didn't just run, Ada. They took me for a fool, offering me a fake drive. Your ex-boyfriend has more sense than I gave him credit for."

Immediately, her heart soared and she knew that one day, we would be bonded and she wouldn’t be alone any more. Flashes of my life flicker before my eyes, flashes of Aolis, walking alone in the forest, then flashes of me walking alone in the same forest. Me at the axolotl pool, me talking to GoldMoon, me trying to heal Dominic, me freeing the trolls from the earth, me stepping in front of Lorelai's lightning to save Aolis. With each memory, Lucero’s love for me has grown. Her love for me is as strong as the love I feel from Hera and from Aolis. I am hers and she is mine. We are one.