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“It’s not a forbidden sorcery, brother. Rest assured. It will not stir the order in Erganiv. I will be held responsible if I put this domain in danger. And as for the wolf nation, don’t you think this is the best time to reclaim it?” Lord Azhir hardly shook his head. “They are autonomous for a reason. We don’t meddle with their affair unless the security of Gwiazda is at risk. It’s peaceful in their territory now. Leave them alone.” “As you wish, brother. But the female in my possession will serve me. She is not an Alsacheri but a Lycan.” “If she can replace your mate, do whatever you want.” Drite scoffed. “Remina is irreplaceable.”

Coincidentally, a Lamborghini stopped not far away. An elegant woman and seemingly shy woman walked out of it. She was wearing a traditional red dress. Despite not having any makeup on, she still looked attractive. It was almost as if she had walked out of a classic, expensive painting. As soon as this woman appeared, she attracted the attention of the men around her. “Woah! She’s so pretty!” Levi exclaimed. “Her. It has to be her!” he added. “After performing Grafting on her, I want to bring her back to Witch Doctor Sect. Not only will I cure her of the haunting fetus, but I’ll also marry her as my wife. Qantas the Weird, hurry up and bring her to me,” Levi said.

Xena smirked, felling contend. Somehow the universe heard her prayer. Her daughters grew up to become Queens of themselves and of kingdoms. Lydia was Luna Queen of Forbidden Forest, a kingdom of werewolves. Margaret, a mate Queen to Dark Dynasty, a land of mythical creatures. Her Evelyn, future Lady of Lucasia and mate to Blue Moon’s Beta. And her two boys, Han and Chan, would make good soldiers one day. She saw Evelyn waved down at her then pointed at Sylvester who came to see her. Clenching her fists she stomped down.

Amaris said with a twinkle in his eye and a tiny smile on his finely sculpted face. Wolf? Well that's a given, Arya thought, he's definitely a wolf not with all those features that she would not like to remember. Now it was the kingdom she hadn't heard or hadn't a clue about. Luna Kingdom? Was there such a kingdom on earth that used whirpools and lightning to get to their destination? "So you're saying you don't know how you got here? Whirlpool? I didn't see any whirlpool, just a flash of lightning…" Arya said only to be interrupted by Amaris.

With amusement in her chuckle, she asked what I’d noticed earlier. “Yeah, I do. What about it?” I confusedly wondered what she was trying to tell me. “Your unusual vaewolf Luna prepared this subspace to drag their soul out of their body since this land was filled with unsettled souls.” Lady Ceres fascinatedly answered me and praised my wife’s surprising ability. “I admit that I hadn’t met any clairvoyant users who can also do necromancy.” “SHE WHAT?!” I was shocked hearing them make her chuckle.

Abi's determination to keep Jacob for herself had reached a dangerous peak. Her obsession with becoming the Luna, the mate of the Alpha, had clouded her judgment and consumed her every waking thought. She refused to accept the reality that Jacob and Mia were fated mates, and her fierce determination led her down a treacherous path.

Isis softly giggled, tucking that blonde streak behind her ear. “I’ll have to write that down. Sexuality factors into if a werewolf is affected by a she-wolf’s heat. I wonder if a she-wolf who is a lesbian would be affected. Not sure I want to find out myself. But it is an interesting discovery. My brother would… he would find it fascinating.” Isis rambled, chewing her lip a little as she mentioned her brother. “It’s okay. We all know and don’t care that your family is hunters. We won’t hold any of that against you.” I assured Isis, taking her hands in mine. She smiled softly, looking a little more relaxed.

They had absolutely no idea that just fifty feet above their head, a hacker was currently drilling directly into the bunker's exterior hydraulics, and the Alpha King was preparing to tear the steel doors completely off their hinges. Leela’s pale, delicate fingers twitched subtly against the freezing steel table. It was the absolute slightest, nearly imperceptible movement of her fingertips—a desperate, instinctual rebellion of her Matriarchal lycan biology fighting through the suffocating chemical fog. But in the dead, clinical silence of the bunker, the traitor caught it immediately. Their sickening smirk widened into something truly grotesque, the absolute arrogance radiating from them as

I remembered looking at all the beautifully adorned ladies again to see if perhaps I'd feel something, but no, I felt nothing. But whenever I looked at Hazel, I felt it again...the spark. “Mate” But why her? Out of the multitude of ladies in the pack, how could none of them be my mate? Ladies who were strong, poised, and ready for the role of Luna. Instead, the Moon Goddess chose a weak omega, a traitor's daughter, and a criminal as my mate. Why? What kind of joke is this? I, the Alpha of Golden Dawn, mated to a traitor's daughter and murderer?

He can still smell her, only her, his Leia. Embry quickly got up and cleaned as she was told by her Alpha. He doesn't force them to bed, they come by themselves. Almost all the she-wolves wants to Alpha Draugluin's Luna. There was only one powerful she-wolf after Leia and it was her best friend, Dysemy. She was the strongest of them all and worthy of being Daminor's Luna but Daminor wasn't intrigued by any of them. Dysemy was like a goddess, green eyes and long red hair.