Novel & Cerita Noble Wolf Vodka

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

“I'm not going to like this, am I?” “Probably not.” Logan chuckled dryly. “But hear me out.” The Alpha grunted for him to continue. “The mate bond binds body and soul, correct?” There was a pause where I assumed the Alpha nodded. “And our wolves are what to us?” “Our souls. Where are you going with this?” “One last question, Father. If you please. What happens when a wolf is forced to wear nickel for a prolonged amount of time?” A chair squeaked as someone adjusted their weight.

I kept reminding my wolf who only scoffed at me. "Here, come sit." I said as I offered her my hand. She took it and sat down with a murmur of thank you. Her touch makes me shiver with needs. I could see she's in a confused state of mind herself. I ordered a new brand of vodka to calm myself, and ordered a juice for her, and I was surprised when she rejected the juice. "I'll have vodka too please, and pls add salt." She requested. Werewolves have high tolerance for alcohol and it takes a lot of alcohol to get them drunk, so the salt was created to get things higher.

We were talking in an undertone, the men were quietly talking about their own, and I, taking advantage of the moment, while they were not listening to us, asked Alina: - Aline, werewolves can't drink alcohol. How then are they? - I shook my head towards Maxim and Alexei. She turned lazily, looked at them, and, turning away, also quietly answered: - So this is not an ordinary cognac, specially developed - for werewolves. By the way, in our flock they let him out, - she yawned, - A very expensive pleasure. - Why?

My wolf ! Noooooo !

The small vial shimmered with a distant cerulean hue, illuminated by the light of the sporadic lighting. My eyes widened at the sight of the vial. It was known as the Wolf’s Bane—the potent bane of our kind, capable of weakening even the greatest wolf. My heart pounded. How was Boris able to obtain Wolf's Bane? And how did he manage to bring it into the Games without getting caught?

She strikes the walls and doors trying to break them down however they were well built and powerful that Diva couldn’t break it even with her high-level strength. Yes, I named my wolf ‘Diva’, every werewolf named their wolf and I had one for my wolf too. Well, I wasn’t interested in having a wolf or dog but my grandma once told me that I will have the strongest wolf ever found and I shall name her ‘Diva’ as she had the special divine power. Very rare to talk about divine power by any werewolves. I respected her words and named her ‘Diva’ however, I have no idea why she had told me that she had divine power cause I can’t find anything special in her except being calm on normal days.

Alpha Lachlan abruptly answered. “Alpha Lachlan!” Alpha Mikhail screamed in smothered anger, teeth clenched. He felt disrespected. But when he glanced on the big black wolf whose stares and furs had engraved a lot of memories on his heart, he know instantly the disrespect doesn't came from Alpha Lachlan. “What is this Nyx?!” He stared at her and then beckoned an omega. “Oh, fuck! Give her something to wear and Beta Mellow too,” he added noticing there are two Wolves on his sight, wet and tired.

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Inside sat a single bottle of wine, cradled like a priceless artifact. The label was old-world elegant, gold-embossed script on black parchment, with a wax seal that looked centuries old. Even from across the seat, I could make out the name etched in flowing script: Lunar Eclipse Reserve – Alpha Vintage 1847. My breath hitched. I knew that name. Every wolf in the Dark Moon Pack, and probably every allied pack, knew it. This wasn’t just wine. This was the wine. The one bottle produced only five times every generation, fermented under a blood moon with grapes grown in sacred soil only the ruling Alpha family could access.