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“You think offering me your body will make me accept you? You’re even stupider than I thought.” She turned to leave. I caught her wrist. “Try me first. If you don’t like it… I’ll leave.” Her eyes narrowed, weighing it. Just as I expected. Who turns down sex? “You think you can please an Alpha like me?” she said. “Darius is True Blood—ten times stronger than any ordinary Alpha. I heard he marked you. You haven’t even felt a fraction of what he’s capable of. A weakling can’t give birth to the strong. What makes you think you can handle me when even my own son had to hold back for your frail little body? Who do you think you are to assume I’ll be pleased Omega?”

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

She could see the demon wolf's eyes narrowing, its supernatural strength no match for their unity. As the moon rose higher in the dark sky, Zara felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. It was as if the moon's ethereal glow was melding with her werewolf essence, enhancing her abilities. With newfound strength, Zara lunged at the demon wolf, claws tearing through its flesh. The creature howled in agony, the sound reverberating through the forest.

She drops the book on my desk and starts to sift through the pages until she finds what she’s looking for. “Here.” She points to the ink illustrations of a wolf, in full wolf form, half shift and human – with swirls around them like an aura. She starts to read sections of the script out loud. “The blessed wolf can take any form at any time but is most potent on the full moon. They will be known by the mark on their soul, one like the full moon, and the other a half like the waning The blessed will have abilities that will be linked to one or more senses. They can create calm or chaos, are immune to the Alpha call, are of pack and clan and yet outside both.” “So, you’re telling that Willow is

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

The thought of another she-wolf—prettier, nobler, more alluring—by his side made my chest tighten, a sourness like swallowing a whole lemon spreading through me. "Cici, don't be a fool." I slapped myself, trying to wake up my love-struck brain. "He's a high and mighty Wolf King. You're a poor witch hiding in the gutter. You're separated by species, class, and a chasm of wealth." "Just like that witch selling toads said, there are no true feelings between a werewolf and a witch, only business."

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.

A couple of slaps from time to time is nothing compared to what I’ve been through. He won’t ruin me that easily. He’ll have to do a lot better than some harsh words. My determination to ruin him is greater than my desire to give up. Soon he’ll be begging me for mercy. Soon, his kind will be the ones in cages. Again, I have no idea how to go about this plan, but me being in the castle means I can snoop around and most importantly, find out how the werewolves got so strong. They used to be dominated by the vampires. An entire species doesn’t just attain super strength over night. They have a secret and once I find out what it is, that is when I start plotting against them.

After he finished that statement, my friends cheered before they started on causing rufus again until the master stopped them. A lot of things happened tonight. It’s a whirlwind of emotions, but I’m glad that everything is slowly trying to make me realize why some things are strange around here. The people staying here around the mansion always tend to look at me strangely and their features all look perfect. I’ve also read that werewolves are ten times stronger compared to humans, especially in their heightened five senses. They could probably hear everything I say from a radius and somehow that made me feel embarrassed. I’m glad that I was not talking to myself often.

For the past couple of minutes, Vieira had been trailing the healer to know where exactly she was headed. It had been a terrible walk already. Though cars and other vehicles were rampant, their kind would want to exercise the energy that coursed through them. Having to live in a secluded community far away from human imagination, the werewolves too have learnt to live without relying on any aud that was invented by mankind to use normal humans 2jo in the sight of the stronger werewolves were mere weak people always looking for an excuse to cover their shame. But for them, it was normal to do certain things. In fact, in one of the trainings that a certain division of guards among them go thro