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It whispered "mine" He slammed his fist into the stone wall hard enough to crack it. Blood ran down his knuckles but the pain didn’t clear his head. He wanted to rip something apart. He wanted to find Elias Nightshade and finish what they started in the mud. He wanted..... Ronan snarled again, loud and raw, the sound echoing off the walls. Anyone foolish enough to knock or enter right now would lose a limb. The Alpha King stood alone in the blood spattered chamber, chest heaving, eyes glowing gold with barely contained fury and something far more dangerous underneath.

Alan was tensed about approaching the house because, he feared the questions which were going to come from Ruth, he walked over to the door and rang the bell, after seconds of ringing the bell the door opened slowly revealing Ruth’s brother behind the door, “Come in” he said to Alan Alan walked in to find the family seated around the dining table having lunch, Ruth was on the table also with her Uncle; the priest, which was his first time of meeting him. Alan was shocked to meet him, he had heard a lot about him from Regina, who told him about how the priest had been the only human to know about the existence of the supernatural society in the city of New York, and fighting against them in t

The living room was quiet now; Mary was napping, Richie was reading on the couch, and little Albus was sprawled on the rug with a box of crayons and a worn sketchpad. Brandon glanced over. “What are you working on, bud?” Albus held up the drawing proudly. “It’s the deer-man!” Brandon raised an eyebrow, setting the iron poker down. “The what now?” “The man with antlers,” Albus said matter-of-factly, like he was talking about the sky being blue. “I saw him in the forest. He was really tall and had tree branches on his head, and his eyes glowed. He waved at me.” Brandon chuckled softly. “You’ve got a wild imagination, little man.”

Alan watched him for a second, then looked at me again, his expression unreadable but not unkind. “You’re in the city for school?” he asked. “Yep. Just moved in today.” I hooked my thumbs into the straps of my bag, trying to seem cooler than I felt. “And already getting tackled by dogs, I sort of know.” His brow lifted slightly. “Rufio’s selective about his people.” “Selective, huh?” I glanced at the golden fluffball rolling onto his back in full belly-rub mode. “Guess I should be honored.” Alan knelt to re-secure Rufio’s leash, giving the dog a few quiet words that made his tail thump. Then he straightened, adjusting the tangle of lines in one practiced motion.

The villagers called them Fur-Killers. They attacked things in fur and always won. Mirabella's mom knew that and so did Rafe's father. These men would not leave if they didn't eliminate the wolf pack. Someone had to hold them off for the others to escape. "I'll hold them off, get everyone to safety" Mirabella's mother said out loud. "We can't leave you here. You'll die" Rafe's father spoke next. "I wasn't planning on living without my only child and husband" she looked into the eyes of the Alpha. " Let me join them in the after life"

(while trying to mass upload, I accidentally uploaded the chapters without chapter 048(it has been uploaded, sorry for the confusion), I understand that this might have made you confused but I hope you can merge this to it. I'm really really terribly sorry and thank you for not giving up on Freya, Alan and Eliza's story. I also thank you for understanding in advance lovies!")

For heaven's sake, he'd gone through a lot of hell, finally landing a reward and this damn system was trying to terminate it. "I'll accept it", he snapped, stretching out his hands, his fingertips lightly tapping on the Yes button. [Congratulations, host has been rewarded with the Lustful Manual!!] Alan's eyes widened, quietly watching as a book materialized in his hands out of thin air. His mouth hung open, his expression half astonished and half out of his wits. "Xena, what is this thing?", Alan clutched the book, his gaze landing on the........ drawing of two males tangled in a seemingly uncomfortable sex position. Absolutely crude to the eyes.

The warriors were all pleading for their lives when the cell door opened but I ignored them completely and headed over to where Freya and Alan were kept. Both Alan and his sister were awake now, but while Freya remained seated on the hard ground, Alan walked round the cell, probably thinking of ways to escape. I scoffed when I saw them, and they both turned to look at me. Freya stood up from the floor with surprise written all over her face, but Alan being the hot-headed one, rushed to the gate in anger, “What do you think you are doing, Zachary Frost?” he asked with dagger almost shooting out of his eyes. I scoffed again at his empty rage because I was sure his wolf had been subdued due to

He sighed, pinching his nose in an attempt to rid himself of the building frustration. "What's your obsession ith this woman anyway?", Stephan asked. Only some days ago Alan was particularly nonchalant about what happens in the American mafia but all of a sudden he shows interest in a woman who happens to be dear Freya. "It's something about her. Buy her, at all costs", Alan instructed. "And who's pocket is getting the bill here?", Staphan asked. "Consider this an act of good deed", with that Alan dropped the call. Staphan sighed and slumped in his chair.