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We said the vows, we exchanged the mating rings, and everything moved too fast until the officiant announced, "Now you may kiss the bride." The world slowed, every second drawn out as Vladimir leaned down and kissed me. When he stepped back I brushed my hand against my lips as if I could wipe him off me. The officiant smiled and declared, "I pronounce you husband and wife, two souls as one with the mating rings binding you both." He went on, "May the moon goddess bless you with pups to populate this pack." I cringed. I clenched my fists until the nails dug into my palms.​

Bhuvi closed the distance between their faces and kissed Glara's thin lips. Everyone cheered happily at Bhuvi's action! "Congratulations!"

Dominic said, and when I looked up at him, I wasn't quite sure but something close to pride flickered across his face, half-hidden behind the composure he wore like armor. We repeated it three more times — two more pups, and a newly turned wolf who couldn't have been older than seventeen, his hands still shaking from the aftershocks of his first shift — and by the time we finished, the sun had fully cleared the trees, spilling gold light across the entire clearing, and the crowd had swelled into something closer to a roar than a murmur. "Blackthorne! Blackthorne!" Someone began shouting, and it caught like fire through dry grass, spreading from wolf to wolf until the whole village was chanti

I said loudly as my men stormed the houses, "Kill them. It's that simple. Women, children, old people. I didn't care. This village had been dead for a long time. Today, I just came to bury it. They started setting fires at the same time, causing panic and terror. And that smell, of smoke, blood, and despair, pleased me. The chaos... it was poetic. Houses were broken into, horses neighed, and soldiers dragged poor people by their hair. “Search!” I growled at one of my men. “I want the white wolf! Rip every tile, every board from this village if you have to!” That's when I saw her. Marilyn. They're standing in the middle of the street, as if made of iron, indestructible. Even without an arm, s

He cautioned us to lie low and avoid drawing attention to ourselves. Upon arriving at the village, I was taken aback by the state of the place. It seemed completely different from what I remembered of it. Waxwing had undergone a significant transformation since my last visit. It no longer looked like a worker’s village but more like a socialite hub, where people were affluent enough to live on the outskirts of Cardinal City but not wealthy enough to make it into the fortress. Gideon had mentioned that the village was sacked by Osprey’s army, who were searching for deserters and supporters. Although I didn’t witness the attack myself, Gideon said that the town was burned to the ground by them

Rowan's POV Before I could even process the news, a sharp, blinding pain shot up from the bridge of my foot. The village chief, Martha Campbell, spat in my face as she viciously warned me, "Rowan White, I'm sure you know exactly what to say and what to keep to yourself. If you don't keep your mouth shut, we'll gladly air all your dirty laundry. When that happens, you, the scion of the White family, won't have much of a reputation left."

I nodded my head, then walked away. "It's been a while, Ma. You've been called." "Cheer up, honey. Wait for Mama and Papa to get there, OK?" "Yes, Mom." I immediately turned off the phone, then fixed the slightly folded clothes earlier. "Cheer up, miss. I can see it from under the stage." "Yes. Thanks Rum for coming here." Rumi nodded her head, I stepped out of the special door, then stepped onto the stage. Very crowded. I smiled at Bang Fino who looked encouraging. As I passed Mas Guntur, I held my breath a little. He is seen smiling. Heh, just watch you, Mas! Feel my revenge after this! ***

I then felt a hand on my right shoulder and it was the Viscount, looking at me sideways and giving me such a big smile— a proud one— an siad, “You did it, you made it happen.'' His voice was gentle and soft, like he was talking to his daughter and telling her how proud he was of her. His eyes were soft and endearing, it felt like he was really my father telling me how proud he was that I was able to finish and put my visions into reality. ‘But I beg to differ.’ “No… we did it. WE made it happen.'' I replied to the Viscount before turning back to the workers, to the villagers and to Drew and Marcus who were wearing a grin from ear to ear. Everyone looked so happy seeing the improvement, the n

"Then, one day, the mountains and rivers underwent great changes. The kingdom where the village was located at that time fell into the quagmire of continental hegemony. "Everywhere, lives were destroyed. Ordinary people simply could not live. The empire's cavalry arrived here, killing people everywhere. They were utterly inhumane. "Meanwhile, Chase in the mountains seemed to have cultivated some kind of technique. He stepped forward, summoned Nether Soldiers, and repelled the cavalry. The villagers were very grateful to him and wanted to invite him to continue living in the village. He refused.

Liam's eyes sparkled mischievously as he plucked a delicate flower from one of the stalls, its petals a mirror of my own grace. "Allow me, my queen," Liam said with a playful grin, tucking the flower gently behind my ear. I turned to him, my eyes expressing gratitude. "Liam, it is beautiful. Thank you," I expressed, a radiant smile gracing my features. We continued our stroll, the simple yet thoughtful gesture adding a touch of whimsy to the enchanting afternoon. As we stroll through the lively village, the festivities unfold around us like a tapestry of joy. The air is filled with the infectious rhythm of traditional music, and colorful dancers twirl in time with the lively melodies.