"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
Lycans are beings that possess both human and werewolf characteristics. Their gait was reminiscent of that of a human, yet their upper physical form was unmistakably that of a werewolf. In both their lupine and mortal states, these beings engage in a sacred union with their fated partner.If one desires their partner to conceive, it is advisable to engage in lycanthropic copulation. The Lycans possess an extraordinary combination of sagacity, might, and swiftness, with the Alphas exhibiting even greater strength.Once masters of the nocturnal realm, the Lycans relinquished their dominion over time. After centuries of coexisting with humans, their intellect and cunning elevated them to positions of human leadership.The precipice of extinction loomed over the lycans, thus prompting the aforementioned reason. With the inability to find their soulmates within their own ranks, the notion of fated companions has dissipated.The Lycans have established a system of hierarchy to govern their
"Don't look at me that way, Rett." Alpha's tone was laced with irritation, and it was clear that any action taken at this point would not be taken lightly. Nero Astadel voiced his complaints to his Beta.They sat comfortably in the limousine. The Alpha with his legs crossed sat in a relaxed position. The mere thought of attending such gatherings fills him with an intense aversion. With her arms crossed, the Alpha gazed out of the window.With a heavy heart, he made a conscious decision to delay his arrival, fully aware of the consequences that would follow. The reason for his reluctance was none other than Alpha Maurius, the formidable leader of the city, whose presence he wished to avoid at all costs. He harbored a distaste for his own bravado and the manner in which it interacted with fellow Alphas."Exercise patience for a few hours, Alpha," the Beta advised. "We couldn't have been there for more than a couple of hours, yet you're still running behind schedule," Rett replied. His B
"What! I do not desire your presence," she exclaimed vehemently. Verity bared her teeth in a fierce snarl as the lycan compelled her.A low, menacing growl emanated from the lycan's throat. Little did Verity expect that on her way home, she would be followed."You are fortunate that I have selected you as my mate," he declared. "We must now depart. I shall take you to my abode!" The aggressive lycan let out a fierce shout.With a fierce expression, Verity fixed her gaze upon it. The young woman was indifferent to whether the creature before her was a lycan or not."I must remind you that I never consented to be your mate, and such an act of coercion is in direct violation of our established regulations," Verity presented her argument with conviction.The gaze of the lycan contorted into one of fury. Verity remained steadfast despite his flustered reaction.The young woman appeared indifferent to the manner in which she mistreated the lycan in question. It was her inaugural experience,
"F*ck I need to know why you took his life, Alpha. I mean, he's the son of Alpha Maurus! Beta An irritated Rett complained to his Alpha, but Nero gave him blank stare.The potential consequences of this matter are dire, as it has the potential to ignite a tumultuous conflict between the affected cities and those who are embroiled in the situation. Alpha Nero let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes in exasperation."Alpha, are you paying attention? Are you sure about this?" Rett asked, his brow furrowed in concern. Nero, however, simply shrugged in response.His eyes were irresistibly drawn to the woman who lay sound asleep on his bed. She looked as though she had never before experienced the luxury of such a comfortable environment.Rett used his own palm to wash his face. Beta felt a wave of frustration wash over them as they contemplated the possibility of Alpha Maurius waiting for their explanation."Alpha, please respond to me!" Rett posed the question once more.As soon as Rett m
"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 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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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