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‘No way am I letting her leave buddy. Our mate pulls a shift with her back to me. I suck in a breath as all the blood in my body goes straight to my cock. She has the most perfect ass I have ever seen. Her hips are wide and definitely something I want to grab on to while I bury myself in her. Pulling my head out of my thoughts, she asks me to let her change so we can talk. “Of course mate, I’m not going anywhere.” I’m happy as fuck right now. My mate. Finally, the moon goddess has blessed me with this gorgeous she-wolf and she is PERFECT.

Not only did we fail to defeat the Crimson Crescent, but we saw how powerful my ex-mate was. No…not an ex-mate. She was mine. She always was and always will be mine. I wouldn't let her go. Especially after realising what an asset she was. Scarlett, my mate, wasn't a normal wolf. She was silver and had powers no other wolf possessed. I planned to mate with her and mark her. She would then be mine all over again.

There are no longer any marks of the torture she suffered on her body, as her she-wolf took care of erasing them after a long process, but a strange and malicious smile appears on her face as she thinks of the revenge she has prepared. At the bar of the same bar, Maite is enjoying her caipirinha as if nothing is happening. She arrived about thirty minutes ago, Jarl and Gabriel have also just arrived, but she pretends not to see them and to make the encounter seem as casual as possible to avoid giving them reason to distrust what she wants to propose.

He licked his lower lip while taking rapid breaths, and his chest was rising and falling, making him even more handsome. "And you are my mate." He said he was leaving me in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked him back. "You are the mate of this alpha baby." He winked at me while chuckling softly. "I am your mate." I blinked my eyes, showing a piece of confusion on my face. "Yeah, you are a mate." He smiled. Omg, I didn't know about this. "But can a human be the mate of a wolf?" I inquired with a piece of doubt.

Her heterochromatic eyes, which had been shining, dimmed, her breath labored, a smile gracing her tired face. I collapsed beside her, the straw mattress wet with sweat mixed with our heat. I pulled Ale close in my embrace and wrapped her naked body in my coat. She curled up warmly. She no longer looked like little Ale, but rather the beautiful Ale who was my mate. It was just fear, and Ale had taken that fear away from me. Without a spell. Only with a mate bond that could never be erased by anything, not even death. The rain slowed, the thunder no longer roared fiercely, but only rumbled softly, as if our release was also the release of the sky's long-held anger.

Another claw raked across my leg, tearing a gash. It was then that a raspy, old voice echoed from the depths of the cell, "Enough." The mad wolves immediately froze and slunk back into the shadows, tails low. I reverted to my human form and looked toward the source of the voice. A hunched figure emerged from the darkness—an incredibly old she-wolf. Her eyes were sharp and clear, nothing like the mad wolves around her. "You're not mad," she remarked. "What have you seen?" "My mate has gone missing," I replied, my voice trembling with tears. "But everyone said he never existed."

He could only open his eyes and look at a pair of silver high-heeled sandals on the shoe rack. They belonged to the woman. "..." He didn't feel like looking at them, and he didn't want to. He simply closed his eyes and gave up struggling. --- When lyra finished work and sat in the car on the way home, he saw a message from his good friend on myspace. [Yoyo]: "Bro, I feel like this world is so magical." That's all the message said. Lytai, tired from the day, rolled his eyes and replied, "Speak in human language."

RYAN'S POV~ The minutes had crawled by, each one seeming to last an eternity as my eyes scanned the desolate streets, searching for any sign of her presence. My body was tense, every nerve on edge, ready to spring into action the moment I caught a hint of her. I wanted to breathe in the sweet scent of her skin, feel the softness of her curves against me. My inner wolf was in agony, clawing at the cage of my ribs, desperate to reunite with his mate.

Matthew The silence in the cabin was a physical weight, pressing the air from my lungs. I looked at Emerald, my real mate, and for the first time I did not see the soft-hearted girl who gathered lavender in the meadows. I saw a hollowed out ruin. Her eyes reflected a cold, predatory light that terrified me more than any rogue ever could. "Cast her out," she had said.

Her. A giant, silver she-wolf. Radiant. Powerful. Familiar. The she-wolf from my dreams. Time stopped. And then she growled. A deep, commanding, fierce growl. To anyone else, it was just a sound. But to me? To me, it was everything. > “Get away from my mate!” I couldn’t breathe. Little Leister is my mate. My mate… is not a boy. She’s her. I should have been stunned, horrified, confused. But all I could feel was a sudden explosion in my chest—joy, relief, awe. My mate was real. She was here. And she came for me.