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"I know you're always telling me he's not worthy of me, but..." "Still, I'm sorry he had to cheat on you for you to find out. That fool, so what if wolves don't have to wait for a fated mate anymore?" Maddy was so pissed that I was forced to calm her down. "Maddy, calm down." "I can't." She raged. "That stupid fool gaslighted you all these years and made you feel like you had to be grateful for him being with you." By any means, I was not ugly. The only flaw I had was my lack of rank. I was an omega. I was at the bottom of the food chain.

After waiting for a few more minutes with no end result, Katrina was about to release her hands and stand up in frustration, but luckily, Maggie had already started speaking, not in the usual voice she spoke, but in a more robotic manner, her eyes opened, shining bright like diamonds, but Maggie didn’t blink nor turn them, she just stared straight into the empty space in front of her, as she spoke the words out… “The woman you speak of, the woman you accuse has done nothing wrong, she has the purest of hearts, but still, a bit of what you said turned out to be correct; she did trap your alpha, but she trapped him with a force, a force that you or anyone else can never fight, a force that can

#the Hill family Madam Hill, a werewolf matriarch, sipped tea in the garden pavilion, a look of smug satisfaction on her face—the kind only a wealthy lady of leisure could display. Her werewolf senses were on high alert, even in this seemingly peaceful setting. "Madam, Rocco has returned," a servant informed her. "Bring him here," Madam Hill said, delighted. Rocco, a loyal werewolf under her command, had always handled matters flawlessly, and she trusted this time would be no different.

She’d put on her best smile and offered to get him another one on the house, but the hulking brutelike motherfucker had gotten it into his drug-addled head to teach her a lesson about “disrespecting her betters.” That was the same oily feeling Madison got from this lot. They weren’t even Wolves – at least she thought so. She’d never seen a potbellied Werewolf before. They were pigs, through and through. “I’m a waitress, so unless your little game involves seeing how many bottles of Patrón I can convince the house to comp you, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

Alone in a dark bedroom with neon lights glowing in the background, a single lady who had just broken up with her boyfriend stared at her screen. London Webb was a boring florist by day. However, after the boom of the internet era, she slowly gained popularity on the internet, going by the name of Queenie. Initially, she only posted pictures of herself with flowers at work, showing their beautiful arrangements. However, things took a different direction when her boobs garnered more attention than her blooms.

“I'll give you an hour to settle down after the long trip before we proceed to plan what to do.“ “Yes, Alpha.“ With that, she stood up and bowed her head before walking out of the room. My mind was racing, and I needed a good distraction to avoid going outside and causing damage. I got up, walked to my office's patio doors, and opened the curtains. The harsh sunlight made me squint, so I opened one door to let fresh air in. I thought of running to release some tension, but that wouldn't do much to calm my restless mind. It would also be reckless to release my wolf, and I was smarter than that. So I stayed where I was, inhaling the summer breeze. If I didn't mention it before, then I missed a

"The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!" Lucia accepted the flattery with satisfaction and tipped her head back to drain her champagne. "Of course! I get whatever I want! As for those obstacles in the way..." Her eyes grew hazy as she laughed coldly with clear implications. "They've already been kicked into the trash heap." The sound of heavy firepower blowing open the front door instantly drowned out the music. Everyone screamed and crouched down with their heads covered. The scene descended into chaos. Matteo appeared first in the doorway, radiating cold murderous intent like the Grim Reaper himself had come to collec

How was a mate supposed to be the cure to her mental state? Mates. Bond. I didn't believe in any of those shits. Even the moon goddess rarely blessed anyone with mates in Callid Land anymore. The mating convention that was supposed to be about finding mates had been reduced to nothing short of a party to have fun, make connections, and watch a fight break out between the four packs. Lila’s situation had also worsened since the last time she saw that bastard. She had crashed a lampstand on the therapist’s head and had gotten attached to a doll that she kept claiming was her baby.

He held her by the hand, and led her to the room, while Queen Marinara, consoled Tangy, who looks like she would break down any moment soon, just watching them leave holding hands, but then she consoled herself, for she isn't the only one, she have seen that even Astra that came with them, have been abandoned, she decided to cheer up, and strike a conversation with her. "Hi, I am Tangy, and I am a werewoman".

"The waitress dirtied your clothes, and then, under the pretense of an apology, tried to extend her claws towards you, and then had someone take pictures to cause trouble." "Zoey was really smart." "These are the tricks that women commonly use to climb up the ladder." Russell chuckled lightly, "You know me pretty well." "That's right, I didn't just read romance novels for nothing." "Do you still read those kinds of novels?" Zoey exclaimed, "The male protagonists inside were all handsome, wealthy, and passionate." "Isn't that what I said?" Zoey stifled a laugh and said, "They are not like you! They are all studs!"