"Alpha, Vellu's rendezvous with the lycanthropic denizens of this urban expanse were growing increasingly frequent." Beta lamented their inability to keep a watchful eye on their elusive targets, who seemed to be constantly on the move and adept at concealing themselves. Rett dutifully informed his Alpha. They found themselves inside the grand City Hall of the bustling metropolis, and Nero was preoccupied with a great deal of work to attend to. He took it upon himself to educate Verity, imparting his knowledge slowly and patiently. It was imperative that she be equipped with the necessary skills to assume her role as Luna and take on the responsibilities that came with it. He was keenly aware of his mate's unique talent and exceptional ability. The fairer sex possesses the remarkable ability to acquire proficiency in even the most intricate of vocations through self-education. "Are you paying attention, Alpha?" Beta Rett skilfully diverted his Alpha's focus onto himself. With a de
Why are you here?" Verity's gaze fell upon the man before her. She stood by his side. Her love for nature was so profound that she found herself lying on the grass even as the darkness of the night enveloped her. Her sense of security was restored, as Nero had been in close proximity to her just moments ago and now stood by her side. The ethereal glow of the moon and the twinkling of the stars drew her attention to the night sky. There was something magical about the way they illuminated the darkness, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and wonder as she gazed up at them. Ever since I found myself in the solitude of the woods, this pastime has become my constant companion. Her response to her mate was simple: "I usually venture outside and observe them." With a gaze filled with admiration, Nero beheld her. "Didn't you get scared?" he inquired. Verity lifted her head. With a grin, she replied, "I never venture without my dearest companion, just as I am not alone in this
Nero spoke in a hushed tone: "You are becoming more audacious with each passing moment, baby."He dared to caress the delicate skin of his mate's hands and neck, the very spot where his mark had been imprinted. A wide smile spread across Verity's face. "Being in your constant company, I have assimilated your mannerisms," she responded, caressing Nero. The man was astounded by Verity's actions—or rather, lack thereof. Unlike him, she did not opt for a simple touch on his hands or neck. She caressed his manhood with a delicate touch. His manhood stirred from its slumber. His flesh rose in a sudden and unmistakable manner, forming a tent-like shape that strained against the fabric of his clothing. She cursed under her breath as she pushed him away. "Stop that, baby," she said firmly. "Cease your actions, lest you provoke the beast further," Nero uttered with a strained voice. Despite his warning, Verity persisted in taunting the creature, heedless of the potential consequences. Nero'
"There were a total of twenty-one casualties, Alpha. The majority of them are women and children," Alpha Beta Rett approached Nero with a grave expression, delivering the news that would change everything. Both of them found themselves standing in the study of Alpha Nero. Their search for Vellu proved fruitless, despite Nero's increased strength from his bond with his mate. They scoured every inch of the area, leaving no stone unturned, yet no trace of him could be found. It looks like Vellu has the ability to be a rat. There was no trace of him. His patience was wearing thin with the constant stream of nonsense. Every passing day was consumed by the relentless pursuit of finding him. With a swift motion, Nero's foot connected with the wooden chair, sending it flying across the room. Exhaustion plagued him both day and night, a constant reminder of his unwavering commitment to protect those under his watchful eye. Despite his tireless efforts, however, he couldn't shake the feeling
Verity's laborious efforts were not in vain, for Nero recognized her exceptional abilities and entrusted her with a copious number of tasks. Nero is involved in the action, and she is at the office. For more than a month, they had been engaged in this activity. Initially, she had only been lending a hand in the library, but now she found herself standing in Nero's office. Nero graciously assigned his assistants to aid her in the task at hand. Her emotions were inextricably linked to Nero's state of mind. If he was feeling the weight of stress, then she too would bear the burden of his anxiety. The Lycan Mayor's office had been inundated with a deluge of complaints. The room was filled with stacks of envelopes, each bearing the name of Nero. Verity had no interest in perusing the contents of the letters. She is well aware of the words inscribed on them. Jhane Umutoy, one of Luna Verity's assistants, presented a request that needed a fix. "This is what you asked for," she said. At
Verity sat on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face, as she waited for Nero to arrive. The room was silent except for the sound of her quiet sobs, which echoed off the walls. She tried to compose herself, but her emotions were too overwhelming. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she waited for Nero to walk through the door. Uncertainty gripped her as she pondered whether the gentleman would receive the news she had uncovered with open arms or not. The physician advised her to take a respite at home for a minimum of three days before resuming her work duties. She stood there, at a loss for words, unsure of how to convey the tumultuous thoughts swirling within her. Her mate looked at her expectantly, waiting for an explanation that she was unable to provide. Verity's conviction was unwavering; she knew that the device before her was indeed a bomb and that its detonation would only serve to heighten Nero's already mounting anxiety. The woman paced back and fo
For a fortnight, there was a conspicuous silence between the two. Nero's heart sank as he watched his mate quickly turn and walk away every time he attempted to engage her in conversation. It seemed as though she was purposefully avoiding him, and he couldn't help but wonder what he had done to cause such a rift between them. Despite his best efforts to bridge the gap, she remained distant and unapproachable, leaving Nero feeling helpless and alone. Each passing day, whether he takes respite or not, inevitably transforms into the cloak of night. In one of the guest rooms, Verity lay sound asleep. She was determined to steer clear of the man, lest he and Nero engage in another heated altercation. She longed for Nero to ponder over his words before uttering them again. She refused to be a weight on his shoulders. Verity was acutely aware that her problem-solving methods were not always ideal, but she had grown accustomed to being on her own for an extended period of time. Alone in h
Alpha Nero's footsteps echoed heavily as he approached the men of Alpha Maurius, who stood guard at the border of the city. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the area, searching for any sign of his beloved mate. Despite his efforts, Nero could not locate his mate, and his heart continued to throb with worry and fear. Every emotion he feels is etched on his face. Rett trailed behind his Alpha, his eyes fixed on the back of the leader. The Beta, too, appeared to be in a trance, his gaze vacant and unseeing. Having secured the safety of their own city, they embarked on a journey towards the southeast metropolis. Facing Alpha Maurius would prove to be an arduous task, one that would test their limits and push them to the brink. Nero and Rett were met with an obstacle as they approached the entrance, for the guards stationed there barred their way. They availed themselves of the helicopter that loomed behind them, smack dab in the center of the thoroughfare. "Go back, Alpha