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P.S; Readers please don't forget to vote and leave a comment in the app. And I'm glad we could reach the ending of this book. We'll meet up soon on the next intriguing book, and it will be my humble pleasure to see you all there once again. Please, do me the most wonderful thing by leaving a rating on the app for this book and don't forget to comment and vote as well. As you do may God bless you all. Amen. ****** Of one of the days, as she was training the warriors, she heard a commotion outside. She quickly went to investigate and saw that a group of rogues had attacked the pack. The warriors were already in battle, fighting off the rogues.

Lorin is a princess (warrior) from the kingdom of motevi whose born and raised to defend and fight for her people even if it means her own death, she is rude and can never bow to anyone, not even the conqueror of lands when their paths intertwine. . . . . Chapter Third persons p.o.v Neifar watched his warriors who had been training none stop for what seemed like forever when it was only a month, their feet made the dust rise and sound like an earth quake, as they fought their muscles flexed with each blow and strike they gave, their sweat mixed with the dust, a sight he enjoyed to see mostly in the evening before he retired to his tent. His men had families and wives left behind, but they al

You are not unloved. You are not too much. You are part of the heartbeat that keeps this world alive — a necessary note in the song that never ends. May this book find the places in you that still ache, and remind them that pain is not the enemy of love — it is its proof. And when you close this final page, I hope you remember what Liora did beneath the Blood Moon: That even in your darkest night, You are both flame and shadow — And that balance is your beauty .

All the other packs will join hands and find him. I was ready to give myself fully to my amazing mate and my pack. Embrace my present and future, and let the past be just wonderful memories. Viktor will always be my love, but I was in love with Richard he is my life my mate, my everything I want to carry his pups, and have a beautiful family surrounded by amazing friends. We may not be married as per human customs but in our world, I am Jia Richard Stanford, Luna of the Southern moon pack, and will always be a Warrior's mate.

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

"Though I suppose he raised you to be a killer too. You've done quite well for yourself—training those women, building your little army. Impressive, really." "What do you want?" "What I want?" Lorenzo laughed bitterly. "I want my life back. The one Dante stole from me. But since I can't have that, I'll settle for taking everything from him instead. Starting with you." He struck her across the face—hard enough to split her lip. "Three years," Lorenzo said, his voice cold. "Three years I spent in hiding, planning, watching him build a life while mine was destroyed. Watching him fall in love with you, no less. How convenient."

He shouldn’t have told anyone… “Besides… this girl you speak of so strongly… from what I have learned about her… she’s an orphan, no money to her name, no land, no fame. She has nothing.” “Nowadays, marriages are built on alliances. Our world is cruel… we need all the allies we can get…. And you need a strong Luna from a powerful family.” “I don’t need all of that. Lori’s enough for me.” Gabriel murmured and his grandfather sighed. “Love doesn’t win battles Gabriel. You of all people should know better.”

She had no problem with the arrangement at all; she simply could not fathom intentionally causing someone harm. As the Alpha and his Luna entered the room from a door located on the side of the enormous table, an immediate silence descended upon the assembly like a heavy blanket. They climbed up to their seats together, hand in hand, so that everyone could see them from their somewhat elevated position so that everyone could see them from their seats. They were followed by the Beta and his mate, as well as the three head warriors and their mates, with one of the head warriors' partners holding a newborn child in her arms.