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And I had no doubt at what I saw. Slender and toned, size a bit smaller than my wolf, pure white fur with blue, blue eyes the color of the ocean, but definitely female. The white wolf was female. Even with so much distance separating us, I had noticed the power, the aura of an Alpha radiating off of it. "A Female Alpha?" I whispered to myself. It was unheard of. Alphas were always male. The females, who were privileged to be the Alpha's mate, were called Luna. Then how come a female became an Alpha?

"Okay," she said, breaking the silence. "Who's next?" she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be. "It's our turn," one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Sofia. "But god, Lauren, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having small, perky ones like that." She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were much larger. Sofia was a Latina woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin. She had the Latina curves and wore a revealing witch costume.

- Looking at Saphira, she says - A perfect size 2, but let me get a mademoiselle to take your size. - It is not necessary. Size 2 fits me perfectly. - Ne dis pas de bêtises, (don't talk nonsense). Don't be ashamed if your underwear doesn't match. Nous les femmes (we women) only worry about these things when we are going to undress in front of some bel homme (handsome man). Saphira blushes. She didn't want to be in her underwear in front of the woman. - Please, size 2 is perfect. - Oh mon Dieu, (oh my God). A girl with the body to be a Victoria's Secret Angel, instead of working for cold Christopher Dixan, is so shy.

FELICIA I wanted to get to Beta Andrew. But when I got to the banquet again, all the Betas and alphas were gathered in the corner. A bunch of rogues were standing above them. The alphas and their betas were kneeling on the ground and their hands were tied behind their backs. The rogues held silver daggers against the necks of all the women, including the Luna queen. I was the only woman left who wasn't contained in the corner by the rogues.

Severin asked the man again. "Their leader is a smoking hot woman who is probably in her thirties," the man began. "Her figure is slightly curvy, but she has a unique charm. She's also super fierce, which is why she's still single. Some people think that she's not into men."

"You haven't answered my question." At that, Selena finally showed a relaxed expression. "You know too little about women. Women's jealousy is very strange. Usually speaking, women's jealousy ranks like this—being jealous that someone looks more beautiful than her; being jealous that someone has a better figure than herself; being jealous that someone has more money, and the greatest jealousy is—"

A stranger’s body, in some ways. She thought that maybe Luke would understand her in some ways that mattered, but not in all of them, and not in the way that mattered the most. In Selena’s mind, losing her breasts felt so – ugly. That loss was a knock-down blow to how attractive and desirable she felt; it was a direct hit to her femininity and her sexiness. The thought of being naked with a man was, quite literally, unimaginable.

Fin adores her and treats her like the little sister she will always be to us. I look over at the small gathering of admirers. The females are interested in learning her techniques. The guys seem to have nothing but respect. I sense no sexual energy. I walk up with a slow walk. Listening as the group laughs and talks with her. “So your lycan is just a natural kick ass huh?” One woman asks. She has her hair braided into a stylish Mohawk. Her skin the color of expresso. “Yeah, I see I lucked out with her abilities. What about you? What do you feel is your strong suit?” Kemira sees me and smiles as I walk up to join her. All the men and women bow their heads.

“Seven years since she turned eighteen. She is no longer a girl.” No longer a girl. The words crawl over my skin like filth. “A woman without a mate is unstable,” someone adds. “Dangerous.” I love how they know I am dangerous, and I hope they choke on the truth one day. “We cannot risk her independence becoming… ideas,” an elder mutters. “A chosen bond will ground her.” Control her, he means. My hands curl into fists. “There are many suitable candidates,” another voice says eagerly. “Alphas. Betas. Gammas. War leaders. Men of ambition.”

, Princess Felicia whose face stiffened a bit looked like she really did feel like an idiot. "Don't, Princess. Mana is something everyone has regardless of gender. If a man feel threatened because a woman has an outstanding amount then he's not worthy of being a man", Alexis nodded furiously at his words, her inner feminist unleashed. "That's right". "Then, your highness, if what you say is true, when can I hear a reply to my proposal?" Her words were spoken in a nervous voice. Alastair looked uncomfortable when he heard them, but Alexis, Alexis looked like she swallowed a fork. 'What. The. Fuck?'