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Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Alexis was beginning to react to Luka's pheromones. Stopping again, Luka gently released Alexis' hand, and asked, "Now open your eyes." Obeying again, Alexis opened his eyes, observing in front of himself a painting so large that it covered almost an entire wall. However, it did not look like a painting, since it showed the smiling face of an old woman, Alexis thought for a second that he was looking at a photograph. But the more he looked at that picture, the clearer the image became in his head, and he could finally realize it.

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Instead of a bar, Luna Elaine had a mini library with two reclining lounge chairs with side tables and a round center table. The former Luna loves reading. She has a collection of historical books on everything supernatural and other genres, too. She also has a mysterious shelf of unmarked books no one dared touch. They were the only ones kept inside a sliding glass enclosure with locks. It always piqued my interest, but I had to respect the rules of the house. The former Alpha and Luna busied themselves traveling abroad after successfully handing the pack over to Nathan at age 22. But they make sure to return every year for the celebration of the Summer solstice.

“There’s no rush.” No rush? I frowned slightly. “I just thought…..” “Aria,” he interrupted gently, “don’t overthink it.” I fell silent because I didn’t want to argue, and didn’t want to ruin the moment. Still…That small pause stayed with me longer than I expected. Later that week, I walked through a part of the pack I hadn’t explored much before. The moment I passed, a few wolves glanced in my direction, whispering quietly among themselves. I slowed slightly.

The monitor screen switched to an old photo of Sofia White holding a small vial containing a clear blue liquid the true core of Project Chimera. END OF CHAPTER 97..

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

She smiled mischievously. “This is Daciana Whitemane. The murderer of Moana Whitemane, the Luna to be. My mate! She was killed by her own stepsister out of jealousy and now she would pay for her crimes! This is a warning to whoever wants to commit an offense that the pack won’t hesitate to punish you!” he yelled.

Then, Seraphina closed her eyes and began to speak—ancient words she didn’t recognize, but which flowed from her lips like a memory waking from slumber. “Wolfena voiuz kejs ctchen avru kschan vul sip do sende…” Her hand hovered above the beast’s matted fur. The spell rippled through the air like a tremor. The creature crouched, trembling, caught between fury and surrender. Around them, the ruined hall held its breath. Then—from the far end of the room—a voice broke the silence. “Levi…” It was soft. Quivering. A woman’s voice. The feral’s head snapped up.

And Layla wanted to gamble her life with her luck against fate. Taking her chance, Layla cleared her mind and visualize the white, furry, and huge beast in her head. She thought of nothing but wolf’s fierce groans and thunder-like howls. She buried the image deep in her mind, and top it with a stronger image of the same beast until there was no room left for her brain to think with other things.