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They could create new lives for themselves, be whatever they wanted to be. Whilst we were idly standing around waiting, Luca approached Alpha Bain and I. "Excuse me Luna." I was surprised to realise he'd come over to talk to me and not Alpha Bain. "I apologise that I haven't introduced myself yet. With all the chaos that has happened within the last few hours I haven't really found the right opportunity. I am Luca, Alpha Bain's Beta. It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." He summed up whilst bowing his head in a gesture of respect.

"Is there a reason you kicked Luna out of Alpha's office earlier?" Laura's smile faltered for a moment before she quickly composed herself. "Oh, it was just a misunderstanding. I didn't realize Brax had asked Luna to wait for him, and never having met you before, I just thought you were some random person. I apologize if I came off as rude," she said, trying to sound sincere. I could see through her cover-up story, but I decided not to escalate the issue further, offering her a weak smile. Brax's eyes flicked between us, trying to read the situation. "It's Alpha to you, Laura. Luna is welcome in my office anytime, and if I hear of you being rude to her again, you will be punished," he said,

“Not all of them. But as long as you keep your identity a secret, you have nothing to worry about” Seeing that I still wasn't convinced, she spoke further. “Right now, Lukas and s under a lot of pressure from the elders. They want him to take a new Luna” The words hit me like a blow to the chest. I swallowed hard Everyone thought I was dead, of course the pack would need a new Luna. “Do you think he will go through with it?” Kate shrugged casually. “Who knows? I'm done trying to figure out what Lukas would do. He's do unpredictable and always disappoint just when I think he's going to make the right choice”

I ran as fast as I could and locked the door only to hear a loud growl. “I don’t know what I did to Luke, he’s been so rude and mean to me. He’s supposed to protect me, he always has, he always told me he would and now he’s acting just like Maddon. I didn’t do anything to either of them and yet I’m the one they both just hate, they both say mean and ugly things to me, I wish I would just not wake up then I wouldn’t have to hear all the nasty things they say.”

he said, his voice low but dangerous. "Oh, I understand perfectly," Laura shot back. "You’re so blinded by your feelings for her that you’re letting this pack crumble. People are dying, Lucas! And you’re out there playing Romeo!" The room went silent. Lucas’s eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the faces of his pack members. There was doubt in their eyes, uncertainty, even anger.

Luke told his cousin Reed who was also his assistant. "What's wrong with it? This seems okay. There are a of guests and I’m sure there will be more once you developed it. Sta.Teresita is a good place to invest in." Luke took a sip of his sparkling water. He didn’t like alcohol. He only had it if he was with clients. He was a health buff. Some men have alcohol to release stress but he'd rather have sex with beautiful women than slowly destroy his body with booze when he had to blow off steam. He shrugged his shoulders.

Alex03 P.S. Just for fun a photo Of Luca

We make it downstairs, through the front door to the training ground. We find Thomas, Zack, Leo and Lugh already waiting for us. Brett walks up to Lugh and gives him a punch in the face as a greeting. “Prick. Stay away from her!” Lugh rubs his jaw line soothing the freshly red wound. “What did I do?” Lugh says getting up off the ground. “You kissed Willow.” Brett growls.

“And since I have chosen the Queen, the one chosen by the Goddess will still be respected as a noble in this kingdom,” “What does that mean? Was she, not a Lycan?” “What? A Luna chosen by the Goddess is not a Lycan?” “No! The king has yet to go into detail so let us not get ahead of ourselves,” “She’s a Lycan and the daughter of one of the most noblest blood of the Lycans though they had been swiped by the false accusation of our dear elders here,” Yulo furrowed his brows when he heard the one thing he mentioned to Adhler last night.

The rain poured heavily over Rio de Janeiro, drumming against the windows of the penthouse apartment in Ipanema as if trying to wash away years of secrets. Luka sat on the black leather sofa, his laptop open on the coffee table, but the screen had been dark for nearly forty minutes. He held a glass of single malt whiskey, the ice long since melted. At thirty-eight, Luka Silva — or rather, the man who had carried many false names throughout his life — knew he had reached his limit.