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He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

she hisses. I nod with a saccharine smile. “That’s true. My time hasn’t come yet. But I’ve seen what a strong celestial wolf looks like. My mother’s the Guardian Luna of celestial wolves, remember?” I lean in slightly. “I know strength when I see it. And it’s not you.” That gets her. Olivia steps closer. Her smile drops, replaced by something darker. “You have no idea what I can do.” Suddenly, I feel it again.

His last words still ringing in her head, with his blood dripping from her palms. “Run, kitten, run. If I catch you, it’s game over for you and your family.” She didn’t dare look back. She could hear him, his footsteps echoing off the alley walls. His pace must have slowed down but she knew better than to stop when he was after her life. Vincenzo Moretti didn’t need to run. He was a predator, and she had become his prey. The rain poured heavier, drenching her and Olivia was barely clothed—only in a thin, silk robe clinging to her trembling body. Her legs arched, her thighs throbbing painfully, and her hair stuck to the sides of her face.

“How so?" “Most hybrids I’d known or met were prey ones. You said it yourself.” Olivia turns her head to watch Asher. “Predator hybrids are extremely rare. In the first shelter I was at, only one other hybrid was a predator, a fox. But at the second and my last shelter, I was the only predator hybrid there.” “Why did you change shelter?” “Some older teenagers ganged up on me one day and just… beat me up. It was pretty bad,” Olivia says with a mirthless laugh. “I’ll spare you the details, but I had to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks, broken bones and all that.”

Now what? Olivia looked up to see him glaring at her with a ferocious expression on his face, and her eyes widened. Suddenly, he let out a loud growl that made the hair in the back of her neck raise in alarm. Though she was trying to avoid being claimed by him, she wasn’t truly afraid of him till now. But seeing his murderous expression, for the first time, it occurred to her that she wasn’t dealing with just a pesky flirt of a customer, but a real predator. Her heart drummed in her chest as he crouched down in front of her. As he leaped in her direction with a look that promised death, Olivia let out a shrill scream that came out more like a whimper. Shit! She was going to die!