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The moon was high and silver, casting soft light across her bed and the mess of clothes she hadn’t bothered to put away. Her phone buzzed with a few messages from the group chat—Gabby sending another meme, Lucian teasing Phoenix, Ruby saying goodnight. Seris smiled faintly but didn’t type anything back. Instead, she opened her private messages. Her thumb hovered for a moment, then she tapped Cato’s name. She bit her lip, hesitating. Was this weird? No, she decided. Not anymore. She began typing. Seris: Hey. I just wanted to say… your Lycan was breathtaking tonight.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggled to keep my composure. "Eros," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't reject me. I know that we've had our differences, but I can feel the pull between us. You must feel it too." His eyes narrowed, and I could see the anger in his face. "You think that just because we're werewolves, we're obligated to be mated?" he spat. "I don't want you, Sira. I never will." Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt a sob building up in my chest. This was my worst nightmare, to be rejected by the man I had always wanted. And to have it happen in front of everyone was more than I could bear.

The frustration of his condition only fueled his determination to find a solution. After extensive research, the pack's doctor stumbled upon a potential remedy—a plant known to relieve the symptoms. However, there was a catch. This plant grew exclusively in a distant forest and had to be plucked under the cover of night. Knowing the gravity of the situation, Alpha Archie summoned his most trusted friend and assistant, Liam, who also held the position of a beta werewolf within the pack. Liam was not only well-acquainted with Archie's ailment but also familiar with the precise location of the elusive plant. The knowledge of their shared secret formed an unbreakable bond between them. Aware of

Until his chest rose and fall with each breath. "He will be fine. Just let him sleep it off in this form. His healing abilities have been stifled somewhat. I always told him to stop drinking so much fucking coffee with alcohol in it," Sybil cursed. Her eyes darted behind her, hair whipping as she turned to look. "Stay with him. Ciaran needs my help." As Sybil walked away, ambulance sirens filled the air. Maverick remained silent, keeping his hands on my waist. Gently, I wrapped my fingers in Ozias' fur. Golden in the morning light. Soft to the touch. He will be extremely sore once he woke up.

I felt annoyed. "Please, don't fight, Linux and Allena," Old Remi suddenly scolded us then Linux then face Linux. "By the way, I am Remi, Linux. If you still remember, I am the child that Sabina saved and made me her disciple back then. She died the day Sirus imprisoned you with the sacred arrow and the sacred blue-fire cage that he stole from my teacher. She died defending your fang jewel from her brother. Sirus still managed to get your fang jewel from my teacher. But to prevent Sirus from using the power of the fang jewel, my teacher used her last power to purify the fang jewel. The black power of the fang disappeared and turns it into a white fang. So until now, Sirus has not been able t

“I still have my bond with Cyrus, we made a bond of the soul in my past life; I will let Cyrus know how I feel…” “He will come here to take you himself. If he does that he will be putting himself at risk of…” “You must not let that happen, Theo. Do you understand? You must return to Ghysem and let him know about Audrey…” “You must be devastated about Audrey, Adrianna …” “She is okay, yes?” “Yes, she is.” “Please let Cyrus know that I am fine. I am a werewolf fully. My strength has returned to me and so has my pain endurance,” she said.

After all, I was Cassius, one of the strongest vampires in the supernatural community. No one took what was mine. No one had dared to, except this obstinate werewolf who was currently growling at me, on my own wedding day to a woman that had always been mine. A woman that should have never even had anything to do with him, a woman who thanks to him had suddenly started having dreams. Dreams that only sought to take her far away from me. Removing my jacket and rolling up my sleeves, sure that my men would arrive to take care of the rest of his men, I smirked at Damien whose eyes glowed red with anger and thirst for blood. I could relate, because I too wanted him dead.

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

That night as they curled together under the stars he told her everything, his birth, his rebirth, the Commander, Jack and Luna, all of it she listened to carefully not interrupting him and when he came to the end he said softly, ‘I will understand if you wish to reject me now Mylena, I should have told you all this before I claimed you as my Mate. My life had not been easy, being a Lycanthrope is not easy. If you choose to walk away I will understand and I will not stop you.’ Sirius looked at her and then placed his head on his paws, it was her decision to make alone and very gently she placed her head against his,

Kaliyah's POV I raced alongside Kovu, pumping mana through my limbs as my paws pounded against the forest floor. The name *Darius* reverberated through my mind like a dark omen as memories of the last time I saw him in battle resurfaced. He was Asterion's Beta. A force of pure, unyielding brutality. Cold. Merciless. A powerful old werewolf who killed without hesitation or remorse.