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He replied nonchalantly. "How old are you, by the way?" I asked. "Twenty-four." He replied. "Damn, that just made me feel ancient." I chuckled. "Nah, not ancient. Old, but not ancient." He said, sending a wink my way. "Wow, thanks for making me feel better." I replied, shaking my head.

I think I should ask my grandmother how to get my energy and strength so that I will use my powers and use them properly. I'll try to contact her tomorrow but first I think I need to clarify all the things with Alpha Sioux. I can't believe that b**** took the opportunity and took him away from me. I wonder what they are talking about but I have noticed one thing: my mate is not interested in her. He is only doing it as an obligation perhaps due to the prediction of the witches that his wife will be a witch. Why do Witches only predict his wife but he is a Wolf he should have a mate, not a wife, yes wife too but a wolf as a mate, and after that, they married but they call themselves mate not

And just like that, the kingdom began to heal. *** ONE YEAR LATER It’s been a year since the Mate Games ended. A year since the war. The kingdom is different now, brighter, fairer. The caste system that once divided us is gone, abolished under Asher’s rule. Omegas, betas, alphas, we’re all equal now. For the first time, people can breathe without fear. I stand by the window of our chambers, sunlight spilling across the floor. My hand rests on my stomach, feeling the small, steady movement beneath my palm. A smile curves my lips before I even realize it.

He growled out with gritted teeth, stomping up the stairs while I swung on his back. All I heard from Luca was loud laughter, as Giovanni climbed up the stairs with me dangling off his back. But the word, mate, continued ringing in my head. Though a human, I’ve lived among werewolves long enough to understand his meaning. Then again, considering it was Giovanni that had said it, I resolved not to take him seriously. After all, it was impossible for a human to be mated to a wolf and again, I didn't believe in their blasphemy of a so-called moon goddess.

》》Jason Dutton《《 I moved my rook three blocks to the right, finalising my victory. "Check mate." My opponent knocked over his king in disappointment and gave me a handshake. The disapproval was written all over his face as he got up and left but he knew there was no point in disapproving, my victory was final. There was no way he could change it. It wasn't his fault I was so good at winning. This is fun. "We have our finalists! Jason Dutton and Adrian Markham! The final shall commence straight after the 20 minute break."

President Coffee asks. “Not at all, Mr. President,” Temperance answers. “We are simply stating that our punishments are final and harsh. Forcing a mating is worse than an abomination. A word has not been invented to describe this crime. We feel there is only one punishment for such an act. We want to make sure you understand our position.” Alpha Leaner smiles at Temperance, nods and sits back down. “What other crimes does the werewolf community agree are punishable by death?” Lawrence asks. “I want to add to the educational materials.”

Why do I not have a mate at this age? I must tell you before proceeding further into my story and my life; do discard whatever lore you have heard and learned. My world is more different than anything you have come to know. Werewolves age slowly, and for that, our growth is slow as well. The age considered as mature in my lands is twenty-one for females, and twenty-five for males. The Goddess has made it so that our mates will always be older than us, and we do not mate until we have reached the required age.

"Gideon is acting so differently. He's off, distant, and I don't know why. And now there's this pressure about being intimate, and I don't know what to do." The elders exchanged knowing glances, their aged eyes reflecting a deep and compassionate understanding. "You are grappling with issues of intimacy and maturity," Elder Dottie said, her voice soft yet firm. "These are natural concerns, dear one, but they can be quite overwhelming, especially when you are so new to adulthood." Avla's eyes widened as the realization dawned that these women understood her dilemma far more than she had anticipated. "You see, child," Elder Mara continued, her voice filled with wisdom and patience, "there are

He had seen his mother sobbing quietly in the dark. Rebecca Lunero was a simple woman who always dreamt of a simple life. She wanted an ordinary wolf warrior as her mate. She dreamt of a home, a small house she would turn into a home. A strong mate and healthy children with him. Her dreams were very small. And she believed the Moon Goddess would have no problem granting her those small and ordinary dreams. However, the moon goddess ripped her dreams from her eyes.

" Makaria shot back at the cluster of women surrounding her and her task at hand. She had rested only a short time last night, her two projects by the name of Warren and Pomelia keeping her up. Pomelia's emotions were strong last night. The young novice was petrified of being in such a new place with no guidance from her lug of a mate. Warren was walking on eggshells attempting to make his mate comfortable but Pomelia still wasn't. She worried all night and eventually ended up outside, her prayers and fears being spoken out into the wind and carried up to the goddess. Makaria felt for the mortal and did something that was neither wrong or right. A quick ball of light in the shape of a wolf s