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I didn't want to imagine what Logan was about to do. “Logan moon.” He growled, “You are going beyond your boundary.” “Beyond my boundary?”Logan chuckled. “You seem to be the one doing that?” Both men growled at eachother and their eyes began to glow. “She’s mine.” Logan growled. “She’s my mate.” Xavier groaned. I held my head tightly as I watched both men argue. My head began to spin. “Tell them the truth.” Mom whispered to me. I stared at her and she nodded giving me the assurance that she was with me.

She just nodded, completely understanding why I wanted to leave. Everyone watched me as I walked away, and I could feel the jealousy coming off of the ranked females as I walked past them. It wasn't a secret around campus that Xavier barely bothered with anyone. Apparently he wasn't really friends with any of the Alphas, and only really associated with his own pack members and that in itself was occasional. He and the brunette, Lauren, had only started dating last year because she had been so persistent in pursuing him. He just didn't show much interest in anyone, male or female alike. But, after reading up on the Full Moon Lunar Wolf, I knew it was because his wolf's soul was as ancient as

The man is determined to protect Karen and help her reach her potential, even if it means facing Nathan himself and destroying his entire black magic power. When Xavier realized that there were only two female wolves left in the pack, not including Karen, he slowly made his way toward them, preparing to welcome his new mate to her new position at his side. Then he felt it, Nathan's aura. It was attacking a fighting she-wolf, his future mate. Xavier wouldn't let that happen. Not if the she-wolf wasn't at full strength to defend herself against Nathan. Besides, Xavier had business with the lowly hybrid. His death.

A twisted smile tugged at the corners of Xavier's mouth. “You know, little pup,” he drawled, his voice smooth yet menacing. “For decades, I kept to myself—shielding my people from your world.” I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the gruesome sight of his hand buried deep inside Richard’s torso. “But your ancestors—both witches and werewolves—came to me first. They spoke of unity, of coexistence. ‘We are all mystical beings,’ they said. ‘Why should we fight each other?’” His hand pushed further into Richard, and I flinched as more blood poured out, pooling beneath them.

He was trying to take full control of my body but I blocked him so now he would only be able to witness what's happing around but won't be able to mind link me. "Xavier" Luna trembled and came closer to me hiding her face in my chest. I looked around us and that's when I noticed hundreds of wolf male looking at Luna. From the lust in their eyes, it was clear that they had found out her secret which she desperately protected for so long, all thanks to my stupidity.

He liked to destroy things as much as he wanted to build them. There was also a human with them. Xavier was their link to the Mountain as he communicated with them via sat-phone. Since their last contact to warn them about the attack, there had been nothing from Marx’s camp. Zigor had been the one to explain to Xavier there were bigger, more unpleasant things in the world than they—the humans—knew about. The two groups on the ground moved in, holding a tight formation around the camp until it came into view. “So they are werewolves?” Xavier asked. His skepticism persisted, but he kept an open mind. He was using binoculars to get an overview of the area.

Three-inch-long claws ripped into his shoulder and back as the heavy-ass weight of a fully grown male propelled him into the thick base of an oak tree. Xavier hissed through his teeth at the searing pain of his flesh shredding as the male reared back, preparing for another lunge. As he rose to his full height, he let out a gut-wrenching bellow filled with such rage it shook Xavier far harder than any wound. He watched on in morbid fascination as the Wolfman’s howl cut off mid-shriek as a bullet cut through the center of his skull. A large body dropped from the tree above him, landing in a crouch before springing back to his feet to offer him a hand. Xavier shook off the lingering unsettling

His vision turned white totally and he passed out. The black lycan noticed Xavier on the ground, looking lifeless. She thought he had been killed. Momentarily distracted, she let out a loud roar and bounded over to where he lay, knocking out the men who still shot her with weapons. She finally noticed the new group of men that had appeared around them, and before she could make a move to defend herself, she felt the prick of a needle.

The wolf, always alert, had already picked up the scent of another werewolf Male, with the unmistakable frisson only generated by another alpha, and a familiar scent. George. His second cousin, or something like that, on his father's side. An alpha himself, he’d joined the army right out of college and returned last year, bringing valuable medical training they sorely needed. Sure, Xavier could hire a private doctor, but there was nothing like a battlefield surgeon who understood how the werewolf body worked. “Any signs?” he asked over his shoulder. “Nothing yet. I have Ruth watching her for any changes.”

~Lyra's POV~ “Hmmmmmmph Xavier... Fuck me already.” The words slipped from my lips in a breathless plea, my body still trembling from the intense climax. The bond between us burned hotter than ever, our wolves pressing close to the surface, their howls echoing in my mind as they urged full connection. Xavier’s eyes met mine, dark with primal desire and deep love, the bond pulsing with shared need that made every heartbeat feel synchronized.