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"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

Alec's gaze raked down Pearl's body while the three gigantic werewolves howled in unison, Alec smirked at Pearl and bit his lips, not at all interested in the three pacing wolves at her feet. "I somehow doubt that very much." Neon, smooth locks fell into his eyes as he took a step closer to inspect her as if she was the thing he wanted to buy. Low and menacing growls filled the air between them, and his gaze finally fell on the scarlet giant wolf who was standing protectively in front of her. "He’s cute," Alec muttered with a nod to Red. Magical fire erupted from the wolf’s snout, and he clenched his jaw shut with an abrupt and angry snapping sound.

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

Isobel “Moonlight, please listen to the secrets in my heart? I am a man on a journey, just trying to find my part. Whisper to the stars, let them carry my plea. For love and acceptance to come and set me free.” A smile formed in my lips I listened to my favorite DJ and singer, Midnight Wolf. The soothing melody of his voice filled my room, casting a comforting spell on the bitterness of the day. Whenever I'm feeling down or having an awful day, the only safe place I want to be is nothing other than my radio, drowning myself in the voice of my favorite werewolf idol.

They were prepared to embrace their true selves and indulge in the passions that had long been suppressed, creating a bond that transcended the boundaries of their extraordinary existence. Together, they stepped into the unknown, ready to unlock a world of pleasure and connection that awaited them, no longer held back by fear or hesitation. As their lips met in a passionate embrace, they embarked on a new chapter of their relationship, guided by love, trust, and an unquenchable desire for one another. In the embrace of the night, Chloe and Jonas surrendered themselves to the depths of their desires, exploring the uncharted territory of their newfound identities. As werewolf and reaper, their

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Not while the wolf was so wound up. The other wolf didn’t relax externally, but as they sat there in silence, the pounding of his heart began to slow. It didn’t reach a normal heart rate, not in the short amount of time that Wren was in there before Jackson showed up, and Jackson showing up had the wolf’s heart jumping right back up but… But it was a good sign. It was a good sign that the wolf hadn’t rejected his company. Had started to calm down once he realized Wren wasn’t asking for or expecting anything from him. He followed Jackson and Kia out of the room feeling much more settled at the idea of the other wolf’s future.

Seraphina said softly, stepping in front of both Alphas. She simply raised her left hand, flexing her fingers. The combined power of the Fourth and Fifth Moon Hearts flared from her palm, unleashing a massive, sweeping wave of violet-silver starlight that washed over the charging berserkers like a tidal wave. The moment the celestial light touched the corrupted wolves, they did not scream in agony or burst into flames. Instead, the sickening black fluid veins running through their skin instantly dissolved. The dark red glow in their eyes faded into clear, amber brown as the dark thrall was violently purged from their bodies.

I leaned against the cold stone, catching my breath, letting my mind go back to how I’d ended up here. It started with a journal. Selene’s mother’s journal. I’d found it weeks ago in the pack’s dusty archives, looking for answers about the strange howl awakening in Selene—wild, untamed, dangerous. The pages were fragile, but the words burned into me: “The Moonheart sings with the howl, binding chaos to will. It lies where the first wolves fell, guarded by blood and shadow.”

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.