Romans & histoires Was Lupin Born A Werewolf

The only way to break the curse was to have a pup born under the new moon to find a Luna. Werewolves are usually born under a full moon. To be born under the new moon could only mean they were full of ‘defects’. These wolves had dulled senses, could not transform, could not hunt and were natural omegas. How does a werewolf as passive as this find a Luna and become alpha of a pack? Favian had no idea.

"Did you have Bunny’s parents killed?" "You want to know the truth? Fine then. Yes, I was the one who killed Luperca!" Fresh tears fell from my eyes the moment he confessed his sins to me. "She was the chosen one of our pack, the strongest werewolf to have ever existed. I wanted her to be my Luna. I wanted her so badly regardless of the fact that she wasn't my mate. But Luperca had eyes for a vampire — our enemy!" he yelled with venom in his voice.

Sometimes, I shift in the apartment and Lucian cuddles in her fur while watching his cartoons or dozing off. I remember when Lucian was born, my werewolf howled in happiness and expressed her wishes many times to meet him. Thanks to Stephanie and Logan, I was able to shift in their apartment, and my werewolf marked Lucian with her scent repeatedly. Female werewolves tend to do that after the birth of their werewolf pups. It was one of their motherly instincts. Lucian’s elementary school wasn’t too far from the apartment, so it didn’t take us that long to reach home.

“It’s because of your gift.” “Gift?” I asked warily. She nodded. “Lupinus Solis. It means Wolf of the Sun. Your wolf is an ancient warrior… untouched by the curse.” My brow furrowed. Ancient? What curse? Colima stretched her legs and continued, “The werewolves angered the goddess. That’s why they can’t shift—not because of the Council.” She titled her head forward, “But you, Cedric… you’re different. And because your mate is a direct descendant of Apollo. Your bond awakened your wolf—the Lupinus Solis.”

“They came from a pack called Origin Wolf. History books say that the pack was created by one of the children from Lycaon, therefore they see themselves as royalty” “Are they? You know, royalty?” “Lycaon was the first werewolf but he was not a crowned king. Origin Wolf is the closest thing that the Were community have to royalty, but there is no official government or crown or anything like that” “So then why do they think that? That they’re royals?”

Alpha Jackson informed her, but Lily smiled at him. "That's okay because I don't want your approval." She told him. She took a deep breath, her eyes focused, her shoulders back, her chin high, "Werewolves have existed since the story of Jesus Christ, the Werewolf King born in the fall of Julius Caesar." She started to recite their history. He was impressed that she managed to learn so much in such a short time. "We don't want to relearn our history." Alpha Derek let out a growl.

Lucian responded, deadpan. I was still confused. “Did you reject her? Is this a one-sided love story kind of situation?” Lucian did not appear to be amused by the words that were coming out from my mouth. “I didn’t reject her. She was never my mate to begin with.” I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. “I’m a purebred werewolf,” Lucian added. My eyes widened with surprise. To explain my surprise, I’d have to delve into a brief history of the werewolf race. Werewolves were created by the Moon Goddess. The Moon Goddess created five male werewolves and five female werewolves.

She is mine, and until I reject her, it will always be this way. [Buy her a gift,] Lupus grumbles frustratedly. He knows nothing about women. I'm not saying I do, but at least I know humans. He really knows nothing about emotion. He woke up too early, and has seen too much darkness of human to love. Normal werewolves get their wolf around thirteen when puberty hits, yet Lupus woke up when I was five. My mother put silver in my porridge, and I was put in a coma for three days. I think my near-death experience woke up Lupus early, or maybe it's just his instinct hatred toward silver.

Carmen whispered back, causing me to freeze and give Carmen a questioning look. "Why wouldn't he? He could seriously get hurt!" I felt the light touch of a hand on my head causing me to turn back to Lane with a glare, but that wasn't enough. He smuggled himself between me and Carmen, putting his arms around both of us. Then he leaned over to my ear and whispered, "You have no idea the kind of man Abel is. Since he was young, he'd been ripping lions apart. What is a simple werewolf in front of him? Just watch."

**Supreme Alpha's POV** Ten years later. Lying in bed, my body weakened by the incessant coughing and the constant flow of blood, I stared at the ceiling of the isolated room. The doctor's words still echoed in my ears like an inescapable sentence. Lupina Adstringens, a cruel and ruthless disease, was corroding my body like a destructive fire. It was a curse that had devastated entire packs, claiming the lives of wolves who were once vigorous and wild. The wound caused by the silver weapon, of unparalleled purity, was like a death sentence for all werewolves. This silver had been created by humans, extracting the purest metal from nature to exterminate us.