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So when Glen rushed over, and swiftly pushed Ezekiel to the side so that she could get to Nates arm wounds, Ezekiel quietly moved out of the way and joined his father and the rest of his family. Mantilo appeared to be in full Clan Head mode. His lower hip was gashed and bloody, but it was a superficial wound. The blood staining his robes, nothing compared to the gore, and blood dripping from his claws and face. His pupils were virtually swallowed in a deadly yellow light that engulfed his eyes and radiated nothing but death....and complete dominance. Ezekiel, Lander, Drin, Erin and Walter gathered to his side, pulled in by both their fathers rage....and his need. He needed his soldiers. His

Alpha Dylan snapped Seymor’s nonsensical nervous breakdown. He could not even see the reason why the latter was sticking his nuzzle to rationality when they were known for being feral and primitive. Rules and the way of living, the lycan tribe also known as the Blood Claws Pack blessed by the Moon Goddess was renowned for following their primal instincts.

Khalid fumed and folded his other hand into a fist, he would not be thrown away so easily, he was not somebody's worthless trash, he was Khalid, he was Sheikh Khalid bin Aaban of Saudi Arabia and he would rather kill someone than let that person treat him any lesser than he deserved to be treated. He turned and waked back to the bed still in deep thoughts, who ever wanted him out of the game also wanted him kept alive but still, was it safe to head out now? Especially when he didn't quite know who was after him or was he just being paranoid? His Royal Highness King Jaan was dead, the attack was a success and he had been left in a room.

I still hadn’t caught her name. “Son, you know what I mean. Look at all these scars. Is it too much to ask for you to think of your mother’s safety? If not my own? I have nearly died to often at the hands of the humans. This can only end in tragedy.” Titus argued with Tadeas. “Son? Father? What am I missing here?” I questioned turning around to Tadeas. “Believing something is easier when you see it first-hand. My mother, Elizabeth.” He pointed to the blue dragon as she bowed her head slightly. “My father Titus.” Tadeas’ voice was more reluctant as he raised his arm towards his father.

"One path is to become the Alpha Female, the strongest force of destruction. The other is to become a Moon Blessed, the one who carries on the bloodline. Between you sisters, who will rule through slaughter, and who will rule through reproduction?" Beneath the Moonfall Sanctum lay a desolate continent, ravaged by curses. The land was gray and barren, not a single blade of grass in sight. In the distance, shattered packs barely clung to existence. The werewolves were gaunt, skeletal. This was the world we were about to descend into. Memories from my past life surged forward like a tidal wave. Camilla hadn’t hesitated for even a second. She chose Alpha Female. Back then, she glanced sideways a

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

she said, her voice brimming with confidence. "Who are you?" Chase asked, sensing she was determined to fight. "Summer Lyman of the Obscure Sun Clan," she introduced herself, her presence unwavering. "The Obscure Sun Clan, one of the Four Clans?" Chase questioned. "Exactly. Defeat me, and the Obscure Sun Clan will acknowledge you as the strongest of the current younger generation," Summer declared, her aura flaring up as the formidable pressure of a peak martial lord filled the air.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

Westham Shipping Port Friday, July 22nd 21:14 FOOLISHLY FELL FOR THE ACT "He'd never felt rage like this, such a burning desire to kill." Scar rolled his eyes at the blood that stained his clothes, it was a murky red, the type of red that didn't quite suit the menacing man. Wielding a gun like the one he was brought back painful memories of his days as a soldier, memories he wished he could bury. The sky was a dark hue with grey clouds that dominated and light rain that slightly soaked the riders. Scar was agitated, he wanted to go home, back to Lani, but he had a mission despite how much he wanted to fail it. So far, things had run smoothly. The men had found and killed over 5 members of th