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Why did my father dare be on their bad side? In the presence of two alpha wolves, my father and Damian, my young alpha wolf had felt out of place and jittery, almost seeking to assert an impossible dominance. I had opted to take a walk and clear my mind. Then I’d met Wilda, stark naked in the woods of her family’s lands. The man-made forest was breathtaking, but a naked Wilda almost stopped my heart. What had struck me as impossible at the time was the lack of any scent on her. She smelled like fresh air, not like soap, or any kind of lotion or deodorant, not even bodily fluids. Her scent was perfectly masked in the environment around her. I never would have known she was there if I hadn’t s

The children returned to their play, their cheerful energy momentarily lifting my spirits. I turned back to Ryan, who watched me with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. I took a deep breath, struggling to compose myself. “Why are you sitting alone, Ryan—uh, buddy?” I asked, choosing a more neutral term. “Because I can’t walk,” he murmured, glancing down at his bandaged leg. “What happened to your leg?” I inquired, but Bell interrupted with an explanation. “His father saved him from wolves. It was a wild wolf that did this,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

I smiled and Azariel bowed. Since rumours were already out, I guess I just had to keep proving them right. Azariel suddenly paused as he sniffed the air. “Mutant rogues.” He muttered with a smile, “It's been long since we encountered them. I guess Nikolai is really working hard.” As soon as he completed his words, the mutant rogues emerged. Mutant rogues were a more powerful breed of rogue wolves. Mutant rogues were created by injecting the heart of rogue wolves with this same malignant magic.

Luckily for me, Jax was one step ahead of me and had shielded us from the three pointy, life taking daggers by pushing the guitar’s broad base in front of us. “YOU ARE SO DEAD, ZHEN,” Dad shouted from behind but he was halted in his tracks as an army of possessed wolves and dragons suddenly formed a barricade between us and a fleeing Zhen ! “Shit. These are the rogue wolves that had died not long back. Someone possessed them !” Rob mindlinked me. “Possessed creatures are so much more difficult to fight off,” he wailed. “I am beginning to wish that they were alive instead,” he complained.

I didn't know what kind of contract had been attached to it, but there were so many words that I didn't even want to read it. "Then just write down both your names and mine, and it's all done," Jared said, still on the line with me. I immediately scrolled to the final page of the document and filled in the blanks as quickly as I could. Suddenly, Jared began to chuckle under his breath. I genuinely still couldn't understand how his temperament could change so easily like that. All of a sudden, my computer shook violently, and its screen turned pink. Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your targ

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

This place was surrounded by the cloud so it was sort of invisible to outsiders. “I live with them,” Killian said as hundred more rogues came and stood behind Killian. Rogue were lone wolves who either were kicked out of their pack or just ran out of the pack on their own. Some were violent while others were peaceful. But something told me, these rogue were neither violent nor peaceful. They were just feral, driven by a common cause. I just hoped that cause wasn’t me. “I’ve been following your smell, Luna, from the forest. Look it brought me to you.”

Thankfully though she and Ricky are really good friends. The music changes and the doors open again. Wilder sits Lucy down and she takes the basket of flower petals that we offer her. Val hasn't let go of her basket since she woke up this morning. She even took it to the bathroom with her because she was afraid she would lose it if she turned it loose. She wouldn't let anyone touch it, even going so far as to fill it with flowers herself. It's really kind of adorable.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.