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Ashley Like an iron cage, the Mating Ceremony loomed over me and trapped me within. I had no choice but to face my impending doom. The entire pack had gathered, elders and warriors alike, along with visiting wolves from other packs. Inside the dressing chamber where I waited to be called upon, I fastened the intricate waist chain around my ceremonial gown, the weight of my expensive cloak pressing on my shoulders. Outside, four high-ranking warriors stood guard. Four. As if I were a high-value prisoner rather than a former warrior stripped of my wolf and status.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

Ivy didn't give a damn about that, her eyes fixed on the girl. “Luna!” the warrior’s mother protested, her expression scandalous. Girls in the pack never train to be a warrior. Ivy was the first female warrior of the pack, and it was evident, the pack members didn’t approve. “Like you?” the girl sniffed. Ivy nodded. “Like me. I will train you.” “This isn’t going in the right direction…” Logan mindlinked, glancing at me. “Stop her,”

I rip off my shirt, stripped down to my sports bra, and continue to try to purge my carnal needs. The scent of arousal has the male werecats circling. I open my eyes to find six of the male warriors smiling goofily at me. Dark, sensuous male bodies in different stages of undress all look as if they could devour me. “Hello gentlemen,” my voice warbles. I need to save my dignity if I can. “Thank you for coming to guard me, as your Princess I am honored to be so well taken care of. I have enjoyed my workout with you today. I am quite pleased with your progress.”

Dante chuckled and shook his head “you can’t use the wolf during training kitten...not unless the commander does.” Mj groaned “so help me out, you know his fighting style right?” Dante looked up at Mj and a cheshire grin spread across his face. “Kitten are you asking me to give you an unfair advantage,” Mj looked at him with shock in her eyes and he laughed. “I would have done that anyway if for nothing more than to see the look on that fuckers face when you stuff his ass in the dirt with just your simple human self.” Mj grabbed herself around the elbows,“I hope he doesn't pick something awful like salmon...or yellow.” Dante grabbed Mj around the waist and plowed forward until he dropped

Lila’s long auburn hair swayed like a banner of superiority, her curves poured into tight training gear that left little to the imagination. “I’m not staring,” Elara muttered, keeping her eyes on the ground. “Just passing through.” Lila laughed, the sound cruel and melodic. “Passing through? This is the warriors’ ground, omega. Your place is in the kitchens scrubbing pots or spreading your legs for whatever low-ranked male will have you.” She stepped closer, her perfectly manicured nail jabbing Elara’s shoulder. “Or did you forget? Tonight is the Mating Ceremony. Maybe some desperate gamma will pity-fuck the pack’s favorite defect.”

I uttered without hesitation. Even first year trainees were considered as warrior as soon as they finished 30 hours of training with same class and at least a day with senior and all of us already reached that level, but only the chosen ones from the freshman level were allowed to join the patrol, unlike seniors like Helena who were almost considered as full pledge warriors already. He sat up straight, studying me closely with a frown before shaking his head. “You’re not ready. Not yet. You don’t even have your wolf yet.”

I was a hollowed out shell of my former self today, and I didn’t know if I’d ever get the part of me that I lost back. “Who gives this she-wolf away today?” The elder councilman leading the ceremony asks loudly. My mother and stepfather stand. “We do! Alpha and Luna Donovan of the Imperial Woodlands Pack give our daughter, Violet Donovan of the Imperial Woodlands Pack,” Alpha Dickovan says loudly as was the tradition.

she yells and comes toward me, all ready, her tail was hidden under her skirt, and her earls were hidden with a hair band, making her ears look like they were fake and slipped on. "Say bye-bye," I tell her ready to leave the house with her, a car was waiting for us, one of the pack mates is taking us to the school along with the rest of the pack members who were ready for school, it's only four in total, and kitten is only coming for the day. "Ready?" I ask her, holding her hand walking toward the school, toward our first class of the day.

He was still wondering how a she-wolf got a werecat as a mate. 'How's that possible? ' Few minutes later Alexander came down the staircase with a medium sized box in his hands. He was about to leave when Calhoun suddenly asked a question. "Werecats Cannot be mated to werewolves. If you marked her, how did you do it? " The question caught Alexander off guard. All heads turn towards Alexander including Xavier who was also surprised at the outcome. Alexander glared at the alpha before waving his hand. "A story for later, I should go to her," he bypassed the question and left almost immediately.