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
"Verity, my dear," she said, her voice low and gentle, "do remember that. It is imperative that your mate be a Lycan," the mother spoke with a tinge of sorrow lacing her words. The woman's voice carried a hint of melancholy, yet her tone was unwavering.With a grave expression etched upon her face, she spoke with a sense of urgency. "Do not venture down the path that I have taken, no matter the cost," she warned, her words carrying a weighty emphasis. The mother seemed frail and somewhat fragile due to her thin frame. She appeared as if she may be taken from them at any time.Verity, a young girl of twelve, stood there in stunned silence, her mother's words leaving her utterly speechless. She offered a silent nod, her voice seemingly lost in the moment. The girl's face was awash with tears, her grip on her mother's hands unyielding.The year prior had been a tumultuous one, marked by the devastating departure of her dear father. And now, as if by some cruel twist of fate, her mother's
"Mama, Papa, I shall be reaching the age of eighteen next week. Verity delicately arranged the flower she had offered to them, and with a solemn tone, she uttered, "The day that both you and I dread shall arrive."With a heavy heart, she took up the shovel and began to dig fixing their grave. The earth was hard and unyielding, but she persisted, driven by a sense of duty and love for her departed mother.It was a task that no child should have to undertake, but she was determined to see it through to the end. As she worked, memories flooded her mind - of her mother's laughter, her gentle touch, her unwavering love. And yet, even as she mourned her loss, she knew that she had a solemn duty to fulfill.For her mother had done the same for her father, years ago. It was a like a tradition that had been passed down to her before, a final act of love and respect for those who had gone before.And so before she dug, her hands blistered and her back aching, until at last the grave was ready.
"The missive requesting your presence at the upcoming mating ball was delivered to you some time ago, esteemed Alpha. Do you have any plans to attend?" The Beta told Alpha Nero Aimillios Astadel.The Alpha towered at six feet and two inches, his commanding presence accentuated by the piercing cool orbs that were his eyes, as black as the night sky. The gaze of a prominent Greek deity.His lips were a deep shade of red, full and inviting, as if begging to be kissed. His nose, long and pointed, had a captivating quality that drew you in, leaving you unable to look away.At first glance, he presents himself as an angelic figure, but upon closer look, his true nature is revealed as that of a devilish being.The Alpha let out a derisive snort, dismissing the words of his Beta. Without a second thought, he extended his razor-sharp claws and lunged forward, striking the criminal who dared to threaten the safety of his city.His reputation preceded him, for he was known to be a man of unyield