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I was surprised when he gently held my hand, but I didn’t pull away. "Luna, your illness is curable. If you remain strong, I promise that after the treatment, you will be able to have a healthy and strong heir for the pack," he said, but his words only made me cry harder. "But I am already overweight, and I feel powerless to fulfil my duties. Things just started to feel normal again," I replied, feeling his hand squeeze mine gently. "Luna, I know this is hard for you, but would you prefer if the pack labelled you as infertile?" he asked. I shook my head in response.

The first guy smiled, took his leg off the gentleman on the other team, and proceeded to turn around. However, no sooner had he turned around did the previous stone he held get taken away from him. “I think your group members are the ones who should be resting.” Neon said and sent him flying with a kick. He slammed against a tree and blacked out. In the tournament, no one was really weak. But it so happened that some people couldn't really catch up to others in physical strength, no matter how hard they trained. This person who Neon sent flying with a kick went by the name Watson Arnold. He was a gamma. A strong one at that. So he was in no way considered to be weak. Yet, this lanky looking

I heave again and the toilet is run with more of the revolting liquid, making me clench harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How low has the mighty fallen? I am Alexander Wade. The one and only alpha of the Silver Wood Pack. I am the strongest, the greatest! So, why am I kneeling like a fucking runt with no power in my arms and legs? To think that getting drunk would make me weak.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

“Let me help.” I pivot, exposing my razor sharp fangs. "Don't lay a finger on her!" I snarl. My beta throws hi hands up in surrender. “As you wish Alpha.” Once the medicine man arrived, I ask Sia to stay with Sakari while I focus on removing the silver that those blood-sucking leeches injected into me. It’s a small device, like the size of an ant, that pulsates silver through my body to keep me weak. If I don’t dig it out, I will continue to get weaker and eventually it will kill me.

“Based on everything I know about you. I don't think there is a thing you could have done to stop your father.” “Because I'm weak,” I said, jerking my chin away and looking to the other side. I didn't want to see that understanding, sympathy filled face anymore. But Hero’s hand darted out and turned my head again so I was looking at him. But this time, there was anger in his face. “You are not weak,” he growled. “You are one of the strongest, and most capable people I know. You have done a lot of things on the mountain that my trained wolf couldn't even do. Don't let one asshole make you think any differently.”

Chase scoffed, not even bothering to look at Hero directly. "It's good that you know!" Hero's eyes narrowed, his face twisting with a sinister grin. "I, Hero Weber, am the future heir of the Webers. And you, a mere nobody, dare to offend me? If you don't explain yourself today, don't blame me for being ruthless!" As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger from his pocket. With a swift motion, the blade gleamed under the light, its edge cold and sharp. "Don't try to scare me," Chase said, shaking his head. He had already sensed Hero's weak martial aura. In Chase's eyes, such an opponent was not even worth the effort.

I being extremely happy said, "You..... I am so happy to see you here." I went to hug My Unknown Hero but he refused. He rudely exclaimed, "Stop, I came here by seeing that notice." I asked him, "Why are being so rude today?" He replied, "I want you to prove that this is done by Regina, not you." I said, "That I know but how?" He said, "You have to make a full proof plan. I cannot help you with this." I asked, "Why? Why will you not help me?"

Maxwell changed. The bubbly teen who believed that as long as he worked hard he would make his parents proud was left weeping at his own weakness. He swore to never feel weak again. He swore that he would wipe out the Undead or die trying. And that was exactly what he set out to do. In his pain and misery he stormed the garrison that housed an Undead General in mad rage. Unsurprisingly, he failed to leave any impact on the general and had been painfully killed, his corpse tossed outside the walls and left to rot. However, he did not die. It was at that point that his talent awakened! It was at that point that he awakened his innate ability. [Undying Hero: You get stronger with every death yo

Adelaine was his lone opponent among the heroes with those blades. And Adelaine, with her divine shield that can negate practically all damage, could be considered the strongest hero in the group. In contrast to the Divine Shield and Sentient Blades, the talents and skills that other heroes possessed appeared to be nothing extraordinary. "Understandable. Therefore, our only targets are the remaining members of our class. They'd have to be convinced after seeing our accomplishments." A moment of silence followed. "Perhaps we should talk to them about it? They seem to be on the level with us in terms of strength, according to my assessment." Anthony raised his voice, his sight pulled to the th