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I reply, feeling much more comfortable talking about my new friend than about which werewolves have an interest in me. “Rolly is a good fighter and a creative werewolf. I think he is a good friend to have,” Dad says. “He’s cute too,” Olivia giggles. “He is, but he is also gay,” I snort. “Really?” Noah grits, glaring at me. “Chill, Noah!” Olivia hisses, just as the front door swings open and Ryder appears, looking disheveled, half crazed and panting heavily as he runs his fingers through his hair.

He is despicable. As a gay werewolf, I have a very different perspective on the pack’s power dynamics. I’ve fought twice as hard to earn my spot as Fenris’s enforcer, proving that my strength isn't just in my muscles, but in my loyalty to the crown. And as one of the Rising Star’s primary hammers, I am going to take a vast amount of pleasure in this assignment.

Liam asked. Jackson gestured at the framed picture that sat on Wren’s desk. “Best friend. It didn’t matter how many times I reminded him that I’m gay, he was positive we were having sex whenever that was turned on.” Liam reached up and pulled the picture closer. “She’s a wolf.” He glanced between Wren and Jackson, then back at the picture. “You weren’t…” His voice trailed off. “Nope. Just friends. I’m gay. She’s gay. You can see how that wouldn’t work out.”

He would laugh his ass off and tease me for not being able to manage a little she-wolf. “Aleks,” he gasped exaggeratedly. “Don’t tell me you are afraid that she is too pretty and would be targeted by other he-wolves… and she-wolves.” He then gave me a wink and teased. There were many openly gays, lesbians, and bisexuals in the underworld, it wouldn't be a wonder if my mate could attract lesbians and bisexuals at today’s party. I was about to retort to him, but my mate opened her mouth first. “I would even wear a blindfold so that I wouldn't have to see your ugly faces,” she spat the words coldly.

“Are you trying to piss them off?” “No,” she replied under her breath. “But, you know, I think all the Triquetras are bi-sexual, Cam. Or at least, all of the Triquetras that Greg has met are. You guys were so freaked out that you were the only ones… And I think it’s normal. It’s the way it’s meant to be. Which is really f-ked up when you think about it, as most of the shit you guys put me through when we were teenagers was because you were hiding that you were f-king each other. Your pack, all werewolves really, seem to be absolutely f-ked up in the head over a lot of conservative patriarchal bullshit and I wonder why and whose fault it is.”

I liked guys. There are gay Werewolves and most times, their mates would be the same sex so I expected the same. I didn't know how to process it when I found out that Eric, a wolf from a neighbouring pack was also my mate. But he was also Lisa's mate. The three of us were Mated. Eric was a fucking coward who couldn't come to terms with his sexuality and at the end of the day, Lisa was left with the choice. I was the one left out.

The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy. But at the same time, I wanted him. Moon goddess help me. I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates. They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored. None of them had mentioned pain like this. None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute. That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

The remaining participants in the dark ceremony were captured and swiftly brought to justice, their treachery leading to their execution. Arayah, gravely wounded but clinging to life, was nursed back from the edge of death by the combined efforts of the werewolf healers and the regenerative power of vampire blood. Slowly, she emerged from the depths of despair, her resilience proving unyielding. Months passed, and the wounds of the kingdom began to heal. The vampires, now integrated into the werewolf society, coexisted harmoniously. Arayah and Prince Amareux, their love stronger than ever, were coronated as the new Alpha King and Queen, their union symbolizing the unity of the two races.