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Even their blood is different—now, since they were part Neph, but their blood is still red inside, but it congeals immediately when exposed to air, and the external healing process only takes hours. (Most of the time, Daunian women wore silk over hidden armor and kept energy shields up as protection. Their chests were flat unless they’d had children; only during nursing did they show signs of breasts and curves. The council’s note was blunt: Earth women might be similar, but no one really knew for certain. Why? Because when Daun warriors fought beside Earth’s humans, they kept their women out of sight. There were several earthly Missions accomplished, but not a single report on Earth's fema

"She murdered her last pack leader, didn't she? What kind of example is that for our children? For our pack?" The air thickened with unspoken accusations. My breath hitched. The old stories, the ones I desperately tried to bury, resurfaced with venom. "I'm not a murderer," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Darla scoffed. "Oh, really? Then why are you here, an Omega from a dispersed pack, mated to our Alpha? Such a convenient alignment, wouldn't you say?" "Enough, Darla," Anna said, stepping between us, her stance protective. "Reylap is under Alpha's protection. And she's carrying his child."

Seeing him being considerate toward me on the phone just minutes ago, asking about my dinner plans and whether I needed anything, then turning around to be intimate with another woman. The hypocrisy of it made bile rise in my throat. I finally couldn't control myself and vomited, retching until my stomach was empty and my throat burned. The next day, Ethan actually showed up on time at the funeral. He was dressed in a perfectly pressed black suit, his hair combed back, looking every inch the grieving son and devoted mate. Standing beside him was Victoria, her face radiating smug satisfaction. She'd dressed modestly for the occasion—a simple black dress, minimal makeup, her hair pulled back i

Nikolai growled whilst Cillian kept quiet. “Ansley will do it. The girl you’ve been walking with. She’s young but utterly ferocious. Naomi and Leona have been training her up. You’ve got ten minutes to make it happen then we set off. We need to beat that full moon.” With a quick mindlink the masked warrior approached. She removed her mask with a proud flourish, shaking her short, choppy black tresses out. A gorgeous, small face with pale porcelain features and high cheekbones. She was a lethal beauty. When I explained the idea her pale blue eyes lit up. “Let’s do it! Yes! As long as I have a weapon I’ll get myself back in one piece.”

POV: Rasheed I must say I have never seen anyone any more beautiful than Gianna. She is on the stage and has just been given her rightful Alpha title. Her beautiful gown is royal blue, of course her pack colors, with tons of crystals draping over it. It is a ballroom type of dress, and it looks tasteful and proper for an Alpha ceremony. I love how she covers her body with the cape. As if saying, ‘I am conservative woman and not just any man should see my body’. Absolutely stunning.

Aurora. Closer up, Trina noticed the cut of the dress. Fine fabric. Made in Tron. A special type that only members of the lineage could wear. Audacity. And the hair? Silver like fire under moonlight. Trina wanted to laugh. The girl had spent her life hiding who she was... and now she paraded around as if she were a sacred jewel. “She's just an orphan. And she doesn't even know how to play.” Trina arrived smiling. Arms open, wide smile.

A mirror appeared at the wall opposite them at her command. Tara stared at her visage in the mirror, studying her lean frame as sweat streamed down her brown ebony skin, soaking her black tank top and tight leggings. Her thick black hair which was plaited into a ponytail fell down her chest, and the glowing arcane marks on her skin had receded. “Thirty-three Omegas, seven Betas, and Three alphas; all in two hours,” Boma said, coming up behind her.

Alicia watched in amazement as the both of them charged ahead shooting down soldiers. She glanced at another woman; she wore black robes with silver armor pieces. She had black hair and a small scar on her chin. This woman seemed to stay in close proximity of Cassandra who appeared to be a in a white armor suit with a cape attached to it. Her hair was not a pure shiny blonde but a dirty blonde with highlights of black. They seemed to fight in sync with each other as they struck down soldiers so fast that it would catch Alicia off guard how they almost seemed at times to fade out of view. It fascinated her that Cassandra was able to fight so many enemies at once. It also amazed that her best