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The shock was evident on their faces, but so was the happiness. Uma, tears of joy brimming in her eyes, walked over to Gnapika. She wrapped her arms around her in a warm embrace, her voice thick with emotion. "Oh, my dear, I’m so happy to meet you," Uma whispered, her voice trembling. Gnapika stiffened slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the sudden affection from someone she barely knew. She glanced over at her mother, unsure of how to respond.

“You?” “I’m fine.” Uma looked at us. “What’s wrong with you two today? Did you fight again or what?” Gamu began drawing water and ignored us. “Did you fight?” Uma asked again. “Why would we fight?” Yoké asked him. “Rena what’s new?” Uma asked me. “Since you two are behaving so strange today, I’ll start the conversation.” I laughed shyly. “Nothing is new, just Abu bringing a huge cow to our hut yesterday.”

If she wants a fight, we’ll give it to her. I sit on the patio chair and watch Ochea running around excitedly as Upma chases after him. Ochea had been stricken with dismay when he’d met Upma for the first time, now they’ve become sweet friends. I continue to watch them run around the place until a voice calls suddenly. “Gosh! If you keep running around like that, you’ll get your clothes dirtied,” Mei comes chastising. “My Lady, you’ve indulged him again. We have to leave now.”

Before Carla could continue, John interrupted with a puzzled expression, "Omega?" "Ah yes, the pillar of the packs! Omegas are essential; they're not warriors, but they are the lifeblood of the pack. Both male and female Omegas can bear offspring," Carla stated. John burst into laughter, a hearty sound filling the car. "Hahaha, good one, Carla," he said, his gaze fixed on her, only to realize she wasn't joking. His laughter trailed off into a perplexed expression. "Wait, how?" he stammered.

His laugh is as beautiful as he is. "She will like you as well. Goma is very sweet, but also loud and opinionated. She and my Aunt are perfect examples of what Shikaz females are like. My Aunt's mate is a quiet male much like me. We normally fade into the background when they get to talking and laughing," Cull says sounding happier than before. "I will fit right in," I say and his hand tightens around mine. "Yes. Yes, you will," Cull replies softly.

"Oh baby, what do you want from me? Do you want a nickname ? ,I have nicknames I could give to you my son ,urm do you like Omar ,I said and he suddenly stopped crying . "You like Omar ,you like your nickname ," I said excitedly, seeing how cheerful he instantly became, and he giggled . I smiled, sighing in relief . "Looks like someone is getting a hang of it ,I heard Naunet say from behind me . "You guys are back ? I asked, turning to her direction and handing her Omari. "Yeah ,I think we are ready to leave now , everyone is waiting outside for us , " she said and motioned for us to leave.

She smiled, slow and easy, and it felt like my chest had been split open and there were a million butterflies taking flight from my insides. A song started , one of the old ones that weren't well known, and some of the pack began dancing. Tanya hesitated when someone gestured for her to join, then shook her head. Before I could think better of it, I was on my feet, crossing the room to the table where she sat “Come on,” I said, holding out a hand. She blinked up at me. “I don’t think that's a good idea. I'm very clumsy if you haven't noticed ppcp”

They sense the strange magic coiled tightly beneath her skin like a restrained storm. “She doesn’t smell like us,” one of the elders murmurs. “She smells like power,” another answers. I bare my teeth slightly, a silent warning. The murmurs die. Rieka arrives late. Deliberately. She wears silver and white, Luna colors meant to remind the pack of her status. Her chin is high, her expression controlled but her scent betrays her. Fear. Jealousy. Rage. Good. I raise my hand, commanding silence. “Today,” I announce, voice carrying effortlessly, “we begin a bond of protection and claim.” A ripple moves through the crowd.

Eloise’ POV I am glad Hyacinth is able to play with Damian normally now. Unlike before, her energy is not scattered everywhere, and I can fully control it now. Even in their wolf forms, they are having fun. I do not have to worry about the two of them hurting each other. “What do you think of my son?” Laurie asked. She’s Damian’s mother. We spent all our days together, and she has become my best friend ever since I came here. In fact, our hangoutis us… cooking for our children.

"In front of each of you, there is a sheet and a brush. You will outline the most appropriate course of action for the given problem. The participant with the best response will win this round." "Does that peasant even have the ability to read or write?" a brunette, dressed in layers of elegant tulle, whispered to her friend, who giggled and cast glances at Hailey. Hailey wasn't offended. Why would she be? Such remarks had been commonplace throughout her life. It was a widespread belief that Omegas were incapable of understanding even basic concepts. As Luna Renesme began to read the question from the scroll, Hailey picked up the brush and dipped it into the inkpot.