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For the past three months, he has been trying his best to cheer me up in one way or the other. Even with his tight and heavy schedule, he always finds time to visit me two or more times a day. Though we'd kissed numerous times, I make sure not to keep up to that strange and unknown feeling that disturbs me. I returned to the table and sat down on the chair in front of it. I switched on the lamp so I could continue from where I stopped where I was reading. I smiled as my gaze landed on the paragraph where I stopped in such an interesting story. It's a werewolf story titled The Alpha's Revenge written by mystic writes. It's available in Goodnovel alone.

I set the phone on the table before I slid to the doorway. As I was about to pull the door open, Nathaniel suddenly blocked my hand and tapped the tip of his index finger on his right ear which I understand immediately. When I dragged my werewolf senses outside, my wolf suddenly noticed a few footsteps approaching. They were Alpha Marcos' werewolves on the island. There were ten of them that surround the house. But my wolf could barely sense Joshua or his mama's scents. "Whoever you are inside the house! Better get out now before everything gets worse." one of the wolves in front of the door announced.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

"Yes. I doubt that Jordan himself will make any one his mate." "B-but," I stammered. "What is the difference between Jordan and his wolf, aren't they one and the same." She chuckled. "It's obvious that you just discovered about your nature and the supernatural world not too long ago." She walked back to the shelf and searched for a while until she picked out a brown covered book and handed it to me. "Have this." She said, "It will tell you the basic things you need to know about werewolves and Lycans."

Jesse sighed his understandable agitation and anger with me, those emotions of rage towards me where still fired up. “Billy was fascinated that’s for sure. A shifter mated to a human was comical to him but not unknown. Rare, but he has known of one couple. About a year ago when travelling in Europe, he had come across a pack that had been hunted down to their last seven wolves. All female wolves of the pack where killed, the eldest of the pack naturally becoming the new alpha and in Billy’s words… The moon goddess filling the spot of his Luna mate with a petite little human… He didn’t understand it and I don’t think they did either” he filled us in, the murmuring of my brothers and father fo

I drew a simple, messy heart with two zeros inside it. "Volume Four," Xander said, standing beside me, his arm around my waist. "Volume Four," I agreed. Beyond the ruins, the world was vast, broken, and completely ours. The billionaire romance was dead. The Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts. But as the moon rose over the Cascades, a lone werewolf story began to echo through the woods—a story about a man and a woman who decided that the only thing worth owning was the way they looked at each other in the dark.

Each dawn, she’d find traces: muddy prints by the east door, torn fabric caught on the gate, the faint scent of pine and smoke clinging to the air. The staff said nothing. But Lena noticed how they flinched when wolves howled beyond the forest line. One evening, Damien summoned her to the library. A fire crackled in the hearth, throwing amber light across the shelves. On the table lay several old books weathered leather, symbols embossed in silver. I need you to catalog these, he wrote, sliding them toward her. Do not open the red one. Her eyes flicked to the crimson-bound volume at the center. Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head.

Something feels… wrong. *Werewolves*, I think suddenly, shivering. Stories my grandmother whispered… they were real once, people said. But not near the city—no one has seen one here for decades. Just stories. I push the thought aside. Don’t be ridiculous, Aurelia. It’s just the wind. Just your imagination. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything anymore. I just keep moving. Then I hear it; a low growl carried on the wind. My stomach flips.

"Then Crescent Pack. Alpha Olcan rules there. They’re the healers. Very quiet, careful, and calm to the point of eerie. Still, they’re respected." "Fourth is Silverwood. Alpha Koda. Forest wolves. Best scouts you’ll ever meet. Not much for conversation, though." "Then there’s Moonbound. Alpha Axel. They keep to the mountains and claim they speak with the moon. A little dramatic, but no one messes with them." I paused. "And the last?" asked Theo, eyes round and voice small. The circle stilled. Even the fire seemed to dim a little.