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Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

They looked at her as she stood watching the sun rise. Dame Grace was not an ordinary werewolf. She was one of the descendants of the first werewolf that had mated with a human. This set of werewolves were born half human half werewolf they worked on their feet like humans but they had characteristics of werewolves. They were called Driscolls.

Jace grunted, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust his cock into my pussy faster and harder, each thrust more urgent than the last. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his rhythm raw and animalistic. His eyes glowed with a faint golden light, and I realized his wolf was taking over. He hit that sweet spot inside me again and again, and I rolled my eyes back, my body moving instinctively, rising and falling with each thrust. Jace wrapped one arm around my back, holding me tight against him as he leaned up slightly, his other hand tangling in my hair while he claimed my lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.

she asked, a grin on her face. Grace snarled angrily. "Just wait, I'll carry his child, father a son for him, and you'll be my maid." She gloated. The bitch giggled as she walked away from Grace, her back to her. Grace let out a rumbling howl before transforming into a deep brown wolf. ‘Bitch, you made a mistake!’ She screamed violently as she sank her teeth into the omega's lovely neck. As her neck snapped, the omega could hardly scream in astonishment. Her body lay motionless on the ground seeping the carpet with blood.

Her eyes trailed down their flat tummies to the dark V between their legs. As if sensing her gaze, one of them turned to look right at her and sera quickly averted her eyes, feeling embarrassed to be caught staring. Madame Grace chuckled... “Oh you simple werewolves are so shy about everything. You don’t have to feel embarrassed, trust me, they don’t mind you staring.” Sera shook her head. “Ho— how can you people be so bold about your nakedness, don’t you feel ashamed?” “Ashamed of what? The goddess took great love, time and effort to make our bodies, so we honor her by taking very good care of it and showing it off.... why should we feel ashamed?”

But through the bond, I felt it—a low, constant, predatory hum, the readiness of a wolf who knows he is walking into a trap and is eager to spring it. The massive, iron-wrought doors swung open silently, and the sound of the party washed over us. It wasn't the sound of laughter and joy, but a low, sophisticated murmur, the sound of predators purring. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf.

Modernization might have taken the world by storm, but Central Pack was still far behind, maybe because of its geographical location. “ Alpha Cronus, please, let her out or she will die.” Zoe went on her knees with her head lowered, and a growl slipped out of my throat, I'm not sure why, but my animal pulled forward in an instant. “ I'm sorry, alpha, if I have said something wrong; she isn't in a good condition.” She added. My hand squeezed the sheet, and my heartbeat suddenly quickened. My eyes turned colder as I forcefully shoved my wolf away. What the fuck would happen if she dies?

“Grace appears to have the scoop on wolf shifters and the Hectric situation. Can you please make notes of what you’re willing to let the world at large know about the pack and all of that? Grace is overwhelmed by people calling her looking for her statement or an introduction. We have requests for interviews, statements, and photos. People have questions and Grace has been revealed as the go-to person. We’ve got international and local requests.” “Wait. Grace, what have you been telling them?” Grace lifted her face from her computer. “That I won’t say anything unless they rehire me at triple my salary and fire my old boss. I’ve told them it’s real and I have the story along with insider info

I look up at Grace and see her smiling at me ironically. I turn my eyes and look at Fanny. She walks to me and slaps me too. “ I do not think I have offended you.” Except for Cody scolding her. But it was just because she was rude to me first. Fanny purses her lips. “ I am here to teach you how humans should behave in front of werewolves. Werewolves are superior to pathetic humus. You should be humble in front of werewolves.” I smile ironically. “ Cody has told me that I do not need to be humble to any werewolves except for him. Who should I follow? You or the future alpha?” Fanny is irritated. She slaps me even harder. I look at Grace sideways. “ According to your logic, you and Gina are su

Grace said in a weird high-pitched voice and fluttered to my side. My vision cleared a little, and I realized that I had been scrutinized by an unknown werewolf. “So she's not dead.” He mused and stroked his jaw. I could feel Grace nodding as she propped me into a sitting position like some sort of doll. “She's scrawny, pale, dull, and underweight.” The strange wolf assessed, “Are you sure she's in good health?” I swallowed. Was this the man they were selling me to? He looked younger than I thought.