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They are just waiting for the right time to attack us, just to bring us down so I understand him. “All right, fine,” I surrendered, which made him laugh heartily. I don’t even know now if he just loves having debates with me when it comes to this kind of situation to make me shut up and follow what he said, or if he’s just trying to make me realize that I’m wrong. Still, he’s enjoying it whenever I surrender. .... “Your Highness Celeste, I apologize for interrupting your rest, but a werewolf named Sebastian Lyall Volkov visited you and he’s now in the living room. He informed me that you are his mate, and he’s—” My eyes widened and immediately sat on my bed.

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He smiles and sits to lean against his desk, half standing up. “I will say the words that invite you to become a member, and when you have accepted, I will make a small cut in our palm, and we lock hands while the packlink and bond establish.” I nod my head showing I have understood, and he smiles again. He really does look so handsome when he smiles. “I, Liam Moon Black, King of the werewolves and Alpha of The Royal Moon Pack, Offer you Laura Perl, a place in the pack, As a member and family.”

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?” He groans from the chair across the room, but Lyra shoots him a death glare and he shuts his mouth. “ONCE UPON A TIME,” I yell loudly, “there was a werewolf and a witch. The werewolf was one of the strongest Alpha’s in the world and his pack was feared above all other packs. The witch was tall, beautiful, and very powerful.”

NATHANIEL POV I hear that ear piercing scream again followed closely by another loud howl, I am so glad that my father is still passed out from the first one. My mother is one strong werewolf. I hear the lock and the door opened and from the hidden bunker emerges Angus and Leo. I hiss and growl as both my vampire and werewolf come together and agree that those two really need to die, but I know I am not enough yet to take on an Alpha and a Beta on my own.

The tension in the air thickened, the very essence of the forest pulsating with opposing energies. As we approached a clearing, the atmosphere shifted once again. A low growl, unmistakably lupine, reverberated from the shadows. The werewolf sentinels, guardians of the ancient traditions, emerged with eyes that glowed with a fierce territorial instinct. Their hostility echoed the centuries-old feud between werewolves and vampires. Hera and I halted, the weight of their collective gaze pressing down on us. A figure, larger and more imposing than the rest, stepped forward—the alpha of the werewolf pack. His eyes, like shards of silver, bore into us with a mix of defiance and disdain.

The whispers among the wolves grew louder, tales of disappearances and strange occurrences reaching Amelia's ears. One evening, as the pack gathered around the campfire, a wounded wolf stumbled into their midst. The wolf's fur was matted with blood, and fear flickered in its eyes. Amelia rushed to its side, her heart pounding. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she demanded. The wounded wolf gasped for breath, struggling to speak. "The Hunters... They're coming. They seek to eradicate all werewolves... It's a trap." Amelia's blood ran cold. The Hunters. The ancient order of humans who despised and hunted werewolves. They were relentless, driven by their conviction to eliminate what they s

I said to him still with my surprise evident from my voice. "It's okay," he replied before looking at his thick book again which turned out to be a college level medical book. He looked like he was only fourteen years old. I looked back at his focused face, living among the werewolves allowed me to detect who was a human and who was a werewolf just from their aura and demeanor. And this child seems to be a normal human. What is He doing in this place? "Do you have any questions for me?" Suddenly his calm voice broke my thoughts. I blinked at the boy, he looked up from his book and shot me a questioning glance.

Marcus noted, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "He is," a voice interrupted them. Pascal and Marcus turned to see the leader of the rogue pack that had abducted Pascal. "How long were you planning on hiding in there?" Pascal asked coldly. The rogue pack leader sneered. "Not necessarily hiding. I was simply waiting for your friend. You're a werewolf?" he asked, surprised. "Of course he is. Are your senses so corrupted that you couldn't tell? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're just a rogue werewolf. Your senses are as bad as your reputation," Marcus chimed in.