Verity awoke once more in a bedroom that was entirely foreign to her. Her brows furrowed as she laid her eyes on the decor of the room, which seemed to exude a masculine aura. She attempted to rise to her feet, but the throbbing pain in her head forced her to collapse back onto the bed. As she languidly extended her arms, her fingers inadvertently grasped the mass of the individual situated beside her. Verity was taken aback, her mouth was agape, and her eyes widened in surprise. As she prepared to rise from her seat, a sudden touch at her waist caused her to freeze in place. The hand of the person seated beside her had made contact, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "Stay still," the voice said calmly. A seductive and deep timbre emanated from her side, sending shivers down her spine. Verity lay there, her lips parted in awe as she gazed upon her surroundings. The sheer beauty of it all had left her utterly speechless, her mind struggling to comprehend the magnifice
Verity pressed her lips together, a sign of her inner turmoil. The grand estate where Alpha Nero takes up residence is of such immense proportions that it leaves one awestruck. Luxury was the only word that came to Verity's mind as she gazed upon her surroundings. Every object in her line of sight seemed to exude opulence and extravagance. As she stepped inside Alpha Nero's mansion, she found herself struggling to fathom the sights that lay before her. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would bear witness to such things within those walls. Her heart raced as she struggled to keep up with Alpha Nero, her knees quivering with each step. She swallowed hard, trying to calm the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. He had made an attempt to take her hand earlier, but she politely refused. Now, she trailed behind him like a lost child, her eyes fixed on his retreating figure. "One must grow accustomed to all that meets one's eyes. The man spoke with a tone of generos
"Can you tell me where you're taking me?" Verity's heart raced as she nervously addressed the man before her. As they left Alpha Nero's grand estate, the man clasped her left hand with a firm grip. They strolled through the sprawling backyard, the man leading the way with a sense of purpose.A heavy sigh escaped from the Alpha's lips. He sensed his mate's unease, but he knew that Verity had no reason to be afraid. If there was anyone she could rely on, it was him."I assure you that no harm shall befall you under my watchful eye. I would never dream of leading you astray to a place where danger lurks." Alpha Nero's voice was soft as he spoke to the girl. "You need not be skeptical of me every time we are alone," he said.Verity pressed her lips together, a sign of her inner turmoil. Living a solitary life had instilled in her a deep-seated wariness towards others, causing her to withhold her trust even from the mate who had been fated to be hers.The perils they faced were not to be t
The atmosphere in the room had grown palpably tense since the arrival of the guest, and Verity had retreated into an uncharacteristic silence. The visitor hailed from the esteemed Lycan Council. Their purpose was to conduct an investigation and uncover the truth behind the events that transpired between Alpha Astadel and Alpha Maurius. As they awaited their meeting with Nero in his private office, Verity and her friend Faith sat in the adjacent office room. Alpha Nero expects Verity to be aware of everything. The man does not want to conceal any secrets from the girl, and he definitely does not want to generate a misunderstanding between them. Verity pressed her lips together, listening intently. The reason behind the Lycan Council's chaotic state could very well be attributed to her association with Alpha Nero. "Compensate him, Alpha Nero," the representative said with a firm tone. "You ought to, considering you were responsible for his son's demise," the person said with a cold
Verity was the only one who truly got to know Alpha Nero over time. She found herself quite content with the Alpha's possessiveness, as he rarely let her out of his sight. The man possessed a set of habits that he was gradually becoming cognizant of. Among them was his tendency to eliminate or discipline individuals, be they humans or lycanthropes, who had committed a wrongdoing. Alpha Nero was known for his unwavering sense of justice. He would never punish someone who was innocent and had not committed any wrongdoing. One of the man's endearing habits was to embrace Verity whenever he felt weary or faced a daunting task. Verity was taken aback as the man confided in her, revealing that she had the power to alleviate his weariness and anxiety. Verity held onto Alpha Nero until he himself desired to be released. As she gazed into his eyes, the girl felt her heart skip a beat. It was not just his rugged good looks that drew her in, but the kindness he had shown her. She couldn't d
The girl's eyes widened as she eagerly tore open the parcels that had just arrived via the courier of her favorite online shopping application. "Oh goodness," she exclaimed, "what am I to do with all of these clothes?" She carefully examined each item, admiring the colors and textures, and pondered how she would incorporate them into her wardrobe. A heavy sigh escaped Verity's lips, betraying the weight of her thoughts. She had grown accustomed to the ceaseless stream of Nero's orders, having carried them out several times before. It's accessories and clothes for women. Alpha Nero had always been one to avoid crowded places, particularly the bustling mall. However, circumstances had left her with no other option but to brave the throngs of people. The young woman sat in the spacious living room, her thoughts wandering aimlessly as she gazed out the window. Meanwhile, the man was secluded in his private office, engrossed in his work. The helpers were few and far between, only appear
"I apologize, my love," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. The anticipated date between us has been thwarted, as fate would have it. Alpha Nero let out a deep sigh, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "We must make our way to the council," he said with a heavy heart. Verity felt a sense of disappointment wash over her as she realized that this was not the thrilling experience she had envisioned for her first visit to an amusement park. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the advertisement on the television screen, she turned to the man and declared her desire to visit the place. Despite their desire to leave, the council called them because Alpha Maurius had requested their attendance. Verity believed that the ordeal had come to an end, just as Nero had declared. However, Alpha Maurius proved to be an obstinate individual with a resolute countenance. Alpha Nero's threats and pressure weren't the driving force behind it. "Are we going to the city center?" Verity's inquisitive ga
Verity owed Nero an immeasurable debt. Her godmother and family had also chosen to reside in the Northwest city. The Alpha made the decision to extend an invitation to her godmother, requesting that she relocate to their current location and act as a witness in the case that is already close. The evidence of abuse presented by her godmother was damning. Alpha Maurius, however, remained indifferent to Verity's plight, callously dismissing her welfare as inconsequential. Verity breathed a sigh of relief as she received the news that her dear one was now safe and sound. She can now sleep peacefully. He leaned in close, his voice low and husky. "Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" Alpha Nero addressed her. With a subtle gesture, the woman extended her thumb upward, indicating her approval. With Rett and Faith left behind on the ground, they took off into the sky. Verity relished the sensation of soaring through the air in the helicopter. Without a second thought, Alpha Nero took to
"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