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“To what?” “Fate and paving your own destiny,” she replies. Why the hell not. I clink my glass to hers and we both drink. Maybe I can get Grace the information she needs and get her somewhere safe while I figure out how to tell her that she will be mated to an alpha unlike any other. End Frank's POV

Xander matched his stride with mine, his massive black and white wolf just slightly smaller than my own. I focused my attention back onto Grace, watching how Darius shivered under her touch. Her nails shifted into claws, digging their way into the throat muscle. Darius' mouth opened but no sound eminated as blood leaked out of his wounds. "You will never harm my kind again," Grace whispered lowly before ripping his throat out completely.

Grace smiled. Elinor was touched by Grace's warm heart. She began to feel the importance of her role and her closeness to the Thane family. Every step they took in this garden was like tying a golden thread that further connected Elinor to the Thane family. "You're a human being. You were terrified when you got involved with all this, right? I know all about it, when Royal fought Black Moon and when the enemy used dark magic that is strictly forbidden by werewolves," asked Grace, who could sense Elinor's feelings.

‘’Welcome home Alpha”’ Grace walked out from the dark end of the tomb with a candle in hand. “You've been busy? Any updates on how to save my sister?”’ The look on Grace's face was all I needed. Her heart rate fastened so quickly, I could hear her heartbeat so hard, making me wonder if it would come out. “‘Grace and you keeping something from me? You've seen another version haven't you?”’ Grace was a witch, but she did hold power and could always walk into the lands of the blessed wolf Lymfieya to seek solutions. I was certain with how fast her breath blew out the candle she had answers for me.

she said super excited. Remus turned to his best friend's mate and smiled sincerely. He had always known Grace's cheerful and kind demeanor, a trait very rarely possessed by she-wolves, who were usually arrogant and hard-headed. Remus saw Bella's hand being held by Grace's…and they walked inside. Grace seemed to be going to tell the girl a lot of things… Remus hopes Grace knew….that the little maid knew nothing about werewolves. "So? What does the newlywed want to talk about?” Luis asked winking at Remus.

I was back to my senses But wait! So werewolves really did exist? I looked up at him, he was smiling mischievously "Look what you've done…." He said, then paused, while using his hands to gesture at the destroyed places "Beautiful isn't it?" You should know, he was been sarcastic with that question "This place has been doing just fine, I was running this empire smoothly, but look, the very first day you step your filthy foot in here, everything crumbles. Every fucking thing I worked hard for" he said with gritted teeth

However, I nimbly pulled back and slashed her back with a sharp blade. With blood gushing out of her open wound, Grace fell to the ground, writhing in agony. Yet, despite the excruciating pain, her eyes were ablaze with fury and a sense of resignation, and with her last ounce of strength, she pulled himself up and charged at a direction. A distant wolf's howl echoed suddenly. I stood frozen in place, glancing towards the direction Grace had hurried off to, only to witness a werewolf holding a tiny baby in his hands.

They didn't know if the madness of those men could lead them to attack the queen. Grace shudders when she looks at the physical and mental conditions of the council's prisoners. Her eyes filled with water. She runs into the trees and undresses, letting her wolf appear. When the silver wolf appears, the warriors, even though they already know her, cannot help but be fascinated. The fur seemed to shine. She approaches the prisoners and howls her heart out to the heavens, and all the physical marks of the prisoners disappear. Some had the most perfect skin they had ever had in their lives.

Werewolves are gifted with such abilities but that of Alpha's especially that of an Alpha male is ten times more heightened when compared to that of ordinary Werewolves. "Princess...are you in the bathroom? Do you need privacy? Just make any sound and I will know you are inside and I'll leave to give you sometime to finish up." Moron, what type of sound should she make if she is in the toilet. My wolf snap at me.

Not now. As the uncomfortable silence lingered, Grace suddenly broke it with a surprising remark. "You know, your story reminds me of a dream someone once told me," she began, her voice tinged with curiosity. "It was about an alpha werewolf who fell gravely ill, and someone unexpectedly arrived and healed him." As Grace finished speaking, my heart raced with alarm. Trying to maintain a calm facade, I quickly regained my composure and looked at Grace with a puzzled expression. Fear gripped my chest, constricting my breath as Grace's words echoed in my ears. My own story, my deepest secret, was being narrated right before my eyes. A feeling of vulnerability washed over me, but she couldn't aff