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I could use my air to blow it out of the way, I could use my own earth element to pull it back down into the earth, or I could use my fire and hold him in his self-imposed cage until he begins to burn alive. As I watch, he begins throwing tree branches and tree trunks at me. I think he's planning to pin me down with them, but I can't be sure. Elves can be tricky, they're intelligent, and Earth goddess knows that at least two of them are mated to dragons. My father being mated to Merethyl, an elf princess, and Kenna, the daughter of Tana the fire dragon, and Cedric, the Lycan, is mated to Merethyl’s brother, King Yhendorn, although Kenna is too young to claim yet.

one elder inquires. "It is rumoured that you are engaged to Ella, the daughter of Charles Maxwell and we all know she isn't your mate. Is that true?" "Yes, that's true" "So, that means you haven't found your mate" "Well… does it matter?" "No, it doesn't" Another elder replies. "All we want is a Luna. We will accept whoever you choose to marry" He explains and furrow my brows and look at them, completely shocked. "Really?" "Yes" They all answer in a chorus and I look at Kane who just shrugs his shoulders. I turn back to the elders.

I got to the prison, then stopped before the guards. “Who goes there?” A guard said, stepping out from the bushes as he zipped his trousers. Then he stepped before me and folded his arms. He was muscular, the veins showing everywhere. His face had a scar by the side, possibly from a lethal battle he had survived. “Who are you?” he asked, his eyes boring through me as I nodded, giving him my best smile. “My name is Elma, and I am a wolf.” He nodded, then spat to the side. “I knew I smelled something disgusting. Listen, just because you're alpha and Prince Kaelan helped save the little prince, that does not make us allies. It just makes you, at best, someone of convenience.”

Another snickered and added, “Let’s hope he can fight better than he looks.” I bit my tongue and looked away. Mockery was better than suspicion. Professor Virella said a few more words and then stepped back, leaving me to find a spot among the crowd. I moved to the side and found a quiet place to stand, until someone nudged my shoulder. “Hey,” the boy said, smiling. “I’m Elias. Second-year. Stormfang Pack.” he had spectacles on. I nodded politely. “Zephyr. First-year. Silver Wolf.”

A large elf man with white blonde hair and light green eyes stares hard at me and then at Sphinx. "Who is the vampire?" he questions Sphinx. "This is Onyx, my mate dad, be nice," he grins. That is his fucking dad, so he's part elf as well. I rolled my eyes and stepped in front of his father and offered my hand in greeting. "Hello Sphinx's dad, I'm Onyx Lefevre, nice to meet you," I smile kindly. He shakes my hand and eyes me curiously.

Their tan colors and masculine physical body, they are werewolf. “Get her a female servants to attend to her needs.” the arrogant guy ordered without looking at him. “As you wish Master EL.” Master EL? That's his name. A two-letter word which was being obsessed by girls at my school. A friend of mine at the archery club has nothing else in mind but to mention this mysterious guy name. And now, I am this close to that guy. EL. The Grand Alpha Heir. Two of his assistants opened a huge door before us. He released me from his grip and entered the room. I stood quietly and observe the entire room. The door leading to the terrace was open. He walked towards it and closed its entryway, blocking th

“He is known as The Stormbringer. Apart from Jose, he is the fastest one who can summon a storm—which is a combination of two elements: water and air.” I can’t believe it. I am married to a god. And not just a god, a fucking hot, with a twelve-inch you-know-what muscular heaven of a god. Tyler. He is everything. The calm before the storm, the bringer of the storm, and the silence after the storm. He is my Tyler. My Alpha, my brute Alpha… “You must be Elaine.” I immediately straightened my back upon hearing that word from a masculine voice. The man… ‘All big-muscle looking men here are werewolves, Elaine!’ I thought.

I cleared away the dishes and summoned Giselle, letting her know they would be outside, and to bring a fresh carafe of coffee with her. "Did you choose the name of your pack? Grim Fang... it just seems so ...unnecessary." Eli thought for a moment. "I just kept the name my father chose, I suppose it seemed pretty tame compared to Blood Stalker." He said, and shrugs as though he hadn't given it much thought until now. "Hmm," I mused, "Show me the notes and documents you've exchanged during your attempts to treat with the other packs."

I say. He lifts her up to his face again. “I’ll see you in a minute?” he asks her. She nods and flits out of his hand. He watches her as if unwilling to let her out of his sight. “Bye, Sir Elias.” “We hope to see you soon.” “Bye, sprites,” he says, waiting for us to walk out. “Elias is a Gamma,” I tell him, knowing it will throw them into a tizzy again. “A ranked wolf?”