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
Verity bestowed the cold shoulder upon the lycans, particularly Vellu and Alpha Maurius. The fiery rage within her refused to subside until she found herself enveloped in the secure embrace of her cherished mate. They remained in tense silence following their altercation, neither willing to break the icy barrier that had formed between them. Her pride was the cause. Her downfall was inevitable, brought about by the very trait that had once propelled her to greatness—pride. Vellu's eyes narrowed as he spat at Verity, his voice low and menacing. "I want to kill you," he growled, "in front of my cousin. I want him to see how painful it is to lose a mate." With a swift motion, Vellu's hand connected with the woman's face, causing her head to tilt from the impact of his force. The laughter of the lycans echoed through the cave, and among them, Alpha Maurius's voice boomed the loudest. Verity's followers appeared to be part of a cult, given their unwavering loyalty and constant presence
“Bullsh*t! Be quiet!" he barked. Verity stumbled as Alpha Maurius's foot connected with her side, but she refused to yield. Despite the pain radiating through her body, she pressed on, determined to prove her worth. He spat out the words with venom, his eyes blazing with anger. She stood before him, unflinching, her own eyes cold and unyielding. "And what of it?" she replied, her voice steady and calm. The tension between them was palpable—a thick cloud of animosity hung heavily in the air. Verity's voice boomed with frustration as she addressed the group before her. "Are you all fools?" she exclaimed, incredulous at the situation unfolding before her. "Do you not desire for Nero to witness my agony and demise at your hands?" she hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. "Why do you hide?" she demanded. Her voice echoed through the room as she let out a piercing shout in their direction. Their minds were left reeling, for they knew deep down that the Luna of the Northwest city spok
Nero's rage consumed him as he delivered a final blow to Vellu's lifeless body, his foot crushing down on his face. The sound of bones crunching beneath his boot echoed through the fields, a grim reminder of the brutality of the conflict. Despite Vellu's defeat, Nero's fury burned on, a flame that could not be quenched. The flames of fury burned within him, unquenchable and unyielding. His cousin's shameless behavior had ignited a rage that consumed him entirely, leaving no room for reason or forgiveness. He repeated the act several times, each time with increasing ferocity, until Vellu's countenance was utterly unrecognizable. With a sudden flash of light, Nero's monstrous exterior dissipated, leaving behind a man standing in its place. His chest heaved with each labored breath, his body battered and bruised from the brutal altercation. He made a valiant effort to compose himself, but alas, his attempts were in vain. He continued to draw in and release breaths, his chest rising an
Verity let out a low growl as she turned to her mate, Nero, who had now become her husband. "I am feeling rather... aroused," she purred. They had been legally married for six months, a decision that only she and her partner had made. Despite the burgeoning life growing within her, they remained firmly entrenched in the blissful haze of their honeymoon phase. The root of her behavior lay in the intricate workings of her hormones. Seven months had already passed since her womb had first quickened with life. The air escaped Nero's lips in a heavy sigh. It was the sixth time she had made the request for intimacy, yet his wife showed no signs of weariness. Despite his lycanthropic nature and the inherent stamina that came with it, he found himself growing weary, much like any ordinary mortal. "Can we do it tomorrow, baby?" He turned to his mate and spoke. Verity's lips curled downward in a pout as she absorbed Nero's reply. The couple found themselves at the cozy cabin that Nero had c
"You deserve it," the little girl said with a grin, admiring her hard work. The plaintive whine of a young child filled the air, the sound piercing through the otherwise quiet room. The source of the noise was a three-year-old boy, whose small frame slumped behind his mother as he expressed his discontent. The child holding Verity's hands emitted a low growl and fixed a fierce glare on her classmate. The young playmate, filled with fear, cautiously tiptoed behind the safety of his mother's protective figure. Verity cast a hesitant glance at the woman standing before her. With a deep sense of regret, she uttered, "I offer my sincerest apologies for the actions of my child."The mother gazed upon Verity, lowering her head in deference to the offspring of the Luna and Alpha. "It's alright, Luna," she said soothingly. "The blame for this unfortunate circumstance falls squarely upon my child. The Alpha's child was kissed without her permission," the woman replied, her voice laced with