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The End The Millennium Wolf: Pleasure Of A Dark Alpha (Book 2 of The Millennium Wolf: King Of Alphas) Coming Up Next. Who is ready? All Rights Reserved ©️ Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella)

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Anna cut her off and Mireille looked at her, shock written all over her face. "I don't know. Someone gave me one at Apex pack. She said it was the story of the witches." "Where is it?" Mireille asked with bright eyes. "In my room. I didn't think it was important so I didn't read it. I didn't believe witches existed. Do you want it?" "Can I have–borrow it? I want to know more about them." Mireille asked. "I can give it to you. I don't need them. Except for recreational activities, I see no reason why a wolf should read books about witches." Anna said, about to push the book back into the shelf. Mireille gave it to her back forcefully.

I tell her. She sat in silence for a minute and I turn taking that as a no and begin to walk to the steps on the porch removing my pants and just when I go to step off the porch a naked Rayne leaps off the porch and shifts in midair into her beautiful white wolf with a red-looking crescent moon patch on her head. She must be the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen. I then leap off the porch and shift into my wolf and nudge her as I walk past her and take off into the woods with her on my tail.

I stared at the massive building in front of me. The old architecture sprang an eerie, imposing feeling. Ten tall towers adorned the perimeters of the school’s main building. Three-storey high, SilverMoon Academy sat on a large piece of land surrounded by an enormous garden that’s better suited for a palace instead of a school. Located in the outskirts of the SilverMoon Pack, the school was founded by Alpha Malrec SilverMoon at the beginning of the 14th century to provide education for the wolves that later served in his court. They had the harshest and most closed-off entrance rates in the country. To this day, SilverMoon Academy or SMA, accepts only one percent of the intelligent and rich

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

Alex believes he’s not gullible enough to trust every word he’s hearing. But he must admit, his experience must be unique and unheard of. “Father.” He immediately greeted his parents when they arrived. Sab inhaled sharply upon seeing the wolves. It’s their first time seeing such wolves. “They’re glowing, aren’t they?” Their silvery aura is truly mesmerizing. “Hmm…” Clyde carefully scrutinized the wolves. “You’ve been talking to them. What did they say?”

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

I wanted to be strong for Elian, to be his pillar, but I feared that I was crumbling with every moment that passed and with every pained groan he let out. Milena shook her head slowly, sighing. “No, unfortunately not. I don’t know what to do because I’ve never seen anything of this caliber before,” she looked down at the small leather bound book she carried for a moment and continued. “I think he’s out of balance with his wolf. Normally, we get our wolf young and grow up with them, but this wasn’t the case for him.” I blinked back the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks and cleared my throat. “What do you mean?”

Fenrir said, quiet, turning his crimson eye fully on Caierre, "you will see why I begged them to kill me." The memory did not pause to let Caierre brace himself. It simply kept unfolding, fire spreading through the streets of a kingdom that had celebrated the moon only hours before, wolves turning on the people they loved, and somewhere beneath it all, a shattered soul beginning its long, agonizing journey into becoming the thing the world would one day call the Mad Wolf.