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"I apologize, I had heard the rumor of your life in the human world, but I was not aware you knew so little of your own. No marrying a stranger was not what I had hoped for myself, but it became inevitable after the wars between the creatures of this world. This marriage will ensure the safety of my people as well as yours. This is the first time our kind have been allowed to mix so this wedding means much more than a simple a allowance. It will pave the way for a new history to be written with us as the victor. "I keep hearing about these wars, but no one has told me why or who they went to war with." His hands clench and his jaw tenses as he stares blankly at the pond. "The wolves" the gra

The way he’s fighting for air, like breathing’s a war he’s barely winning. “Don’t lie to me, Jean,” he whispered, my name shattering like thunder between us. “I feel it. Your wolf is calling mine, and gods, I can barely keep her in check.” Lightning split the sky again, turning his face to fire every sharp edge, every crack in that iron control. I wanted to say something…a thousand things. Confess. Deny. Beg. Nothing comes out. My silence said it all. Suddenly he ripped his hand away, like he had been burned, body snapping back into armor. He stepped away, cloak swirling, but his presence was still everywhere storm barely bottled.

​I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, fighting a dry sob. ​Was I crazy? Was I so desperate for her to be alive that I had fabricated a mate bond with a ruthless male Warlord? The thought made me nauseous. The idea that Elara truly was a pile of bones in the Wildlands, and I was just a broken Alpha hallucinating ghosts, was a fate worse than death. ​Lies, a deep, resonant growl echoed in my mind. ​I dropped my hands. ​Rage, my wolf, wasn't pacing anymore. He was sitting in the center of my mind, his massive black head lowered, his amber eyes burning with absolute, unwavering certainty.

The movement was hypnotic, almost sensual, the faint rasp of scales on stone like silk dragged across skin. “Fremilde,” Valia breathed, recognition hardening into revulsion. The creature smiled slowly in amusement “So the wolves of Tungsten have come crawling into my waters at last,” she murmured. Her venomous voice a melody of contradictions, a lullaby and a threat. “How flattering. Let me have you know, I predicted this.” “You filthy imposter,” Valia drawled. “ I heard of the stories but I can't still believe it. 'An ungrateful wench sitting on the throne of her master'."

Her lips moved but no sound came out, “Ah, he said they lack morale. I hesitate to send them on their first mission. Fleet thinks the eidolon will round out the team and give it some oomph, as he put it.” “Warren is fifteen years old, I refuse to send him into battle with people we hardly know,” Nerea growled. Warren pulled her back because she looked ready to hit the queen. “What kind of a monster are you?” Flames burned in the eyes of Elphame, “I am going to be perfectly honest with you Ms. Vasquez. Any hope Warren had of a normal life vanished the moment the eidolon showed up. It is powerful, and it is dangerous. Do you want to spend the rest of your life feeding Warren live animals? Grif

All the other packs will join hands and find him. I was ready to give myself fully to my amazing mate and my pack. Embrace my present and future, and let the past be just wonderful memories. Viktor will always be my love, but I was in love with Richard he is my life my mate, my everything I want to carry his pups, and have a beautiful family surrounded by amazing friends. We may not be married as per human customs but in our world, I am Jia Richard Stanford, Luna of the Southern moon pack, and will always be a Warrior's mate.

My father’s story was one of tragedy and sacrifice, but Lady Seraphina twisted it into a narrative of weakness and failure. Years ago, when my father was still an Alpha, his pack faced a devastating attack from a rival. Outnumbered and without a path to victory, he made the heart-wrenching decision to surrender. It wasn’t cowardice—it was love. My father had already lost my mother in the chaos, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing his children too.

“Since she clearly wasn’t warming up to you, it was decided she would marry outside of the pack.” “So she’s being forced to marry-” “She consented to marry him,” his mother hissed. His father put a hand on her arm to try and calm her. “... Who?” Archer whispered. “... King Kurnich,” his father said softly. Archer wanted to be sick. King Kurnich, king of the Lycan. The more wolf-like cousins of the werewolves. Known for their vicious tempers. Brutes. And Ariadne was going to marry their king?

Woman of Lucian Drakov. The war wasn’t just between them. It was carving through me. ------------------------------------------------