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A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.

The Moon Goddess had given me two mates. Equally attractive, equally strong, and equally sinful. We didn't even get to exchange names before Alastor made his presence known. His aura was so bitter and poisonous that my wolf and I felt no warmth from him as he circled his talons around my wrist, pulling me so hard away from Trenton that my arm broke. "Brother?" Trenton raised the question with confusion dancing behind his eyes. "She is mine," Alastor thundered. His voice was so heavy, it rumbled against my eardrums.

Thanks to the moon goddess, he hadn't reveal it all, he had told Adrian a little but he didn't tell him that the position of Alp ha didn't belong to him. It belonged to Layla's father. She was supposed to rule and not him but thankfully again, she didn't know.

“W-what are you doing?” “…Of Sylrune Pack reject you, Zarelia Drakonis, daughter of the late Alpha, Orion as my mate and Luna.” ~ ~ ~ My wrist burned where the silver chains rubbed against my sore, raw flesh making me wince. My prison cell reeked of piss, rust, blood, and what I suspected to be decaying bodies. Every time I inhaled, I could taste the mixture of these horrid smells on my tongue and it made bile rise to my throat each time.

We got to greet the Alpha and Luna of the moonlight pack. Alpha shepherd and Luna Cordelia thanks for having us here." Ahh Alpha Adrian and Beta Leo it's a pleasure having you both here please feel free and enjoy yourself" Alpha shepherd said, yes we will. As the night comes to a close, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I can't stop thinking about my mate, and I know that I need to find her. Suddenly, a voice in my head. It's Ace, my wolf, and he's getting impatient and wouldn't stop nagging in my head.

If someone else tortures her, her soul is lost to me. That can’t happen. "Hey, guys!" a voice called out. Gusion, that loud-mouthed idiot of a Duke. "Paimon has a Human Contractor now!" My eyes widened. I froze. Belial beamed. "No way! Congrats, man. Took you long enough!" "Shut the fuck up," I growled. Now the whole Monarchy knew. If Alice participates and dies... I lose everything. Her soul is mine. Only mine. If anyone is going to drag her to eternal torment—it’ll be me. I’ll roast her soul slowly, savor her last screams, and laugh while doing it.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

“The moon goddess?! Haven't goddess Paramethra and goddess Sol been enemies since the dawn of creation?” “Yes, they are, which is why the goddess of Earth took advantage of the situation and devoured the pack, as that is the White Moon pack with all pure white wolves members, but no one survived after the so-called purification of Paramethra. That's why they are called the ghost pack.” “But, given Alpha Chaste's wounds, do you think they returned? Or was goddess Sol able to save some of them? And now they're lurking in our territory, ready to harm our Alpha.”

His flailing feet smacked into Alfos belly but the man didn't budge. "You fucking want to pretend?" He barked, a red glow appearing on his face. "I saw you leaving the royal coffers which makes me assume you took Dracolian's gold! Who did you buy with it? Rodrik?" "Is it...possible to buy the one that sees our souls? The one that can hear and see who the god of bond had paired?" He gave a quaky laugh that grated Alfos' ears. "You should've brain, beta. Something of such is impossible. It's an insult to assume I bought old Rodrik, the first soulgazer of Abbator to do my bidding,"

Clean and direct, with no decoration around it. She held my gaze for a moment. Then — "Awwwwwnnnn." She said it in that specific drawn-out way that meant she was about to say something she had been saving. "And what about Trevor?" She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping just enough to make the point feel more personal. "The football team will definitely come for him. Right after your dad gets him expelled and banned from Hartwell High School." She held my eyes steadily. "Well, I hope you enjoyed your one night on the freaky side. Because for the rest of the year…" She reached out and touched my nose once with one finger, light and deliberate. "...You belong to me."