Helga Karenina was still blushing when her maid, Helga, came back into her room, her eyes glued to the floor. She was carrying another wooden tray with rags, bandages, and two bottles. Helga was afraid of her, for the spiritual power that she possessed was a deadly one. She was also a special guest of Alpha Xavier who wanted to be treated with all the respect and courtesy that a woman appointed by Alpha as a candidate for Luna deserved, which seemed like a strange order coming from Alpha. Karenina is a hybrid and also possesses pure spiritual power. Besides, Alpha Xavier does not like humans or hybrids. So why would Alpha let this girl through his gates and into the halls of this packhouse? Helga found herself wondering again. It was none of her business who Alpha wanted to take in and who he would choose as Luna. She just hoped that the girl wouldn't be rude to her after all her kindness and gestures over the years. Helga was also careful not to offend her as she was an honored gu
Karenina "Helga, what is it?" She saw that her maid was suddenly silent and stunned, as if in deep contemplation. Helga snapped out of her reverie and busied herself with removing the bandages that were still wrapped around her body. "No - it is all right, Luna," she said with a slight stutter. She realized that the future Luna was standing in front of her. Alpha Xavier had pointed her out by the obvious Alpha scent emanating from the girl's body. Karen smiled at her, trying to ease the slightly tense atmosphere. "I had a hunch there was a bad smell! Xavier's stepbrother always didn't like the smell of my blood." Although Helga didn't know which Alpha Xavier stepbrother she was referring to, she tried to comfort her by saying that the smell didn't bother her. She wanted to distract herself from this rather unpleasant situation and quickly checked the wounds on her back. "I have no business trying to understand what the Alpha does," she thought, wanting to concentrate on her task
Karenina She spent most of the time sleeping and resting, and when it was late afternoon, she finally woke up from her sleep. Helga was there to help her out of bed so she could go to the bathroom, though she noticed that this time her body didn't hurt as much when she moved. Could it be that the power of the wolf within her, which Xavier had helped to strengthen, was playing a role in this? She was grateful for the help of the Alpha of the Westwood Pack when she had expressed her desire to take a shower. If she was going to meet Xavier, she preferred to be clean and fresh, not wanting to irritate his sensitive nose with the smell of blood and sweat. "Can I help you take a bath, Luna?" offered Helga as she stood by the tub of warm water. Karen had a moment's thought of refusing the maid's offer, but she didn't feel strong enough to do it herself. The less pressure she put on her wounds, the better. With a sigh she finally agreed. "Sure, thanks, Helga." She watched as the woman ga
Xavier Their eyes met for a moment before his attention was drawn to her tangled hair. His left hand was smoothing her hair before she saw and sensed that he was using the brush to follow the same path that his hand had taken. Unlike his hand, the brush did not go smoothly, it got stuck and made her wince in pain. "Uh, Xavier? Maybe it would be easier if you started at the bottom and combed it out," she told him, finally looking away from him shyly. "Yes," he replied, but she could feel him following her instructions as he combed through her tangled hair. He learned quickly as he moved to the middle of her hair before finally starting at the top of her head and working his way down to the ends of her hair, which reached down to her waist. Two years ago, Karen had decided not to cut her hair because Rylan seemed to prefer her long hair. She knew her longer hair would make her look even more like Carolina, but Carolina's hair was straight while hers was wavy. She soon found that br
Karenina Her scent was still the scent of him he had just sensed, but no longer on the deeper level that indicated the deeper bond he desired. In just a few hours, his claim on her had vanished as if it had never existed. He no longer felt the aura of his power in her body, or the elusive radiance of the aura that the sacred moonstone released into her petite body. As she shifted uncomfortably. Several long minutes had passed since he had last moved or spoken after removing the rest of her bandages. A feeling of unease began to creep into her. Was something wrong? Hesitantly, she asked him, "Is everything all right, Xavier?" He lifted his eyes to look at her and replied calmly, "You're not completely healed." With a slightly offended tone, she said, "Of course, I may heal slower than a full-blooded werewolf, but I feel like my shoulder looks better than it did before." With great patience, he explained, "I know your body is healing quickly, but the wound on your back still shows
Xavier Karen, though surprised by his sudden action, did not cry anymore. They felt closer and their emotional bond grew stronger. She could only think of him, how his scent filled the room and how his body felt warm and comforting. She realized how close they were, how her body felt warm from the man's warmth seeping into it. She tried to catch his words. "Um, what?" she said in a low voice, trying to understand what was happening. He smirked, not caring that she had just witnessed an expression of emotion he rarely showed. He was happy to make her forget everything but him. Without further words, he tilted her head further back and kissed her soft, pink lips. Karen didn't resist, but melted into him, her right hand moving across his body to grab the few strands of his silver-black hair that fell over both of their shoulders, squeezing them gently. He stroked his tongue over her lower lip, silently pleading for entry, wanting to taste her sweet mouth. Karen opened with a small m
Maya "Come on, we're wasting time. Let's go!" shouted a man in a leather jacket under a red shirt, his face flushed with anger. "We have to go, and it's almost dawn, Rylan! We want to find Karen just as much as you do," a woman named Selene interjected, answering in a tone that was both stern and concerned at the same time. "Well, you're certainly not acting like—" he started to shout back, eager to fight, if only with words to relieve the stress and worry he felt, when he felt something bite his right ear. "Ouch! Damn little animal! Go back to your owner!" He grabbed the animal and threw it back to its owner. "You deserved it, asshole!" taunted Samuel, the owner of the small animal, which barked and narrowly avoided his outstretched hand. Running toward Mike, Samuel hid behind his shoulder and pleaded for help in a whining tone, "Save me from this cruel man. With a sigh, he stepped closer to the raging Rylan, preparing to try and mediate the situation once again, when a woman's
Maya In tense silence, Mike tried to pull out the shaft of the arrow that had pierced Maya's back. Blood soaked his hands as he broke the tip of the arrow with white feathers. His muscles tensed, and even though he silently apologized for the pain he had caused, he remained focused on what he needed to accomplish. Slowly, Mike pushed the arrow deeper into her body before carefully pulling it out. She endured the pain tenaciously, only her tense body indicating how painful the process was. When the arrow finally came out, blood ran down Mike's hand and he immediately tried to stop the bleeding. Maya stopped him with a calm voice, insisting that she would heal herself. Rylan, who had been preparing with his weapon, brandished it and shouted angrily at the shadow hidden behind the trees. "Come out and fight, you coward!" Maya ignored him and his two friends who were getting ready to fight. She continued to focus on herself, trying to keep her appearance as strong as possible. The str
Karen For the last year after Nathan's death, she lived with Xavier. She had told him that she needed time to get to know him and for their relationship to grow before making a big commitment, and during the time they had been 'dating', he had been giving her several tutors to assist her in adapting to her new life. So many tutors, she thought with a sigh. At first, she only had tutors who helped her explain and control her powers now that she was a full-blooded she-wolf, while others taught her combat and how to fight hand-to-hand, while still others taught her to use swords and daggers. Although she seemed to be making progress after a year, Karen knew that she was far from proficient. It would take years for her to become a fighter and master her new weapons, even though she always carried a bow and arrow. However, a few months ago, she had surprised Xavier by asking how to behave as Luna in the Westwood Pack. She could see the concern and eager anticipation in his eyes when he r
Karen "You're acting weird, Rylan," she said with a frown as her best friend led her out of the place where she used to play hide-and-seek with Raine. Instead of fighting with her like she thought he would, Rylan glanced at her before looking away. He crossed his arms and started walking back and forth in front of her. This made her upset because she assumed that his weird behavior had something to do with her changed appearance. "Why the hell can't you look at me?" While walking over to him, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him to face her. "Why is it so hard for you to look me in the eye, Rylan?" She demanded, her voice trembling. Why wasn't he looking at her? Could it
Karen Her arms wrapped around his body, lowering him onto her, and when their naked bodies met for the first time, it was like ecstasy. Her hardened nipples poked at his muscular chest, her curves fitting perfectly next to his rock-hard body like she was made just for him. It was a piece of perfection. She stared straight at him, meeting the burning intensity in his golden eyes, making her body shiver. That Xavier craved her so much never failed to surprise and amaze her, but it also made her grateful, because she felt the same way. He had seen her naked before, yet Xavier still seemed mesmerized by what he saw, as if seeing her for the first time. Hence, she did not feel ashamed under his gaze. Far from it. In fact, she felt beautiful. She called out his name again. Her body burned and ached. She needed him to d
Karen He means it... As she thought with teary eyes, she knew it was true. She could see it written all over his face and in his eyes. All this time, she had thought that he had such little feelings, never seeing a hint of emotion on his face since the first day she met him a few years ago. But she was wrong. Xavier did have feelings, and judging by his expression, he felt a lot of things. So much so, that she could practically hear his heartbreak, and somehow, it only mended her own. The veil that shrouded him had been lifted, and what she saw had removed her resentment for him, taken away her bitterness, and left only the love she felt for him swelling in her heart. As she ran towards him, slamming into his chest, Karen increased her strength, causing his body to be pushed back slightly, but he remained upright and didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her. The desperation in his hug confirmed his words, chasing away the darkness in her heart. "I forgive you," she whispered into
Karen One week later after the battle... She was in her room, curled up on her bed, and holding a pillow to her chest. One hand held the pillow while the other stretched out over her bed. Inside her fist was a sacred moonstone. Nathaniel was dead, killed by Xavier, with no help from her at all. She should have felt happy, relieved, hell, she didn't know, at the death of her most bitter enemy. Especially when all her friends were safe. After their moment of heartfelt embrace, Xavier used his remaining strength to carry her back to the pack house. It was the last time she saw him, but she was told that he was recovering and wouldn't die from his injuries. That was two days ago, and she was lost in thought. Her eyes were fixed on her clenched fist that held the gemstone, the sacred moonstone, the heirloom of the werewolf lords. Karen did not need to open her fingers to know that so far she had failed to purify the stone. The gemstone was still black in color, silently indicating that
Karen Xavier stood slightly hunched over, his fine hair flowing around his angelic face, almost hiding his expression from her. Blood dripped down across his chin from his mouth - a mouth that she couldn't help but remember kissing and getting lost in - but what brought tears to her eyes was the dagger that had stabbed him in the back, protruding out of his body for her to see. While his blades were partially sheathed in the ground, a line where the daggers had cut into the ground was beyond them, as if he was trying to use his daggers to stop his forward motion. One dagger was stuck in his right leg, stuck firmly, most likely adding to the pain that he was experiencing. Another dagger dug into his left shoulder, and another pierced his left side. A large amount of blood stained his white shirt. Staring into the face of the man she was growing t
Karen That's for sure. Xavier was right. Then her eyes narrowed on Nathan. Although Xavier had stolen more than she could have imagined, Nathan was still her enemy, and although she did not remember anything that happened after her conversation with Nathan until she woke up in Xavier's arms, she was not stupid. Although her spiritual energy was gone, perhaps gone forever, somehow she could still sense the fragments of the sacred moonstone. There was a large piece that belonged to Nathan, nestled in his chest, in what should have been his heart, but there were two separate fragments inside of her. She could practically sense their dark presence deep in her chest, dark and riddled with corruption. Nathan had played this game many times before, not only controlling Karen in the past but also many other people he controlled using the damaged fragments. She didn't know what she had done while under Nathan's control, but from the scent of Xavier's blood, and Nathan's blood on her nails, it
Xavier ‘If I can't find and remove the fragment, then I will eliminate Nathan's control.’ With grim resolve emanating from his golden-colored eyes, he rushed to confront Karen, responding to her attack when she returned to attack him, or so it seemed at first. Instead, he somersaulted over her head at the last second, landing a few meters behind her, and before she could turn around and attack him again, Xavier snapped her wrist, using the rope that had been thrown from his hand with controlled accuracy. As Karen turned to face him, he moved around her, immobilizing her arms to her sides, and then pulling her arms back as he lunged at her. Catching her near his chest, he easily locked her against him, controlling her attempts to break free. With his arm still around her and the other arm wrapped around her waist, Xavier used his free hand and dug his fingers into the blood clot at the back of her head, forcing her head back at a painful angle, making it impossible for her to move h
Xavier A movement caught his attention at the mouth of the small cave and out of it came a woman wearing a familiar dress, a ruby red stain was also drawn on her face, her dark brown hair matted in places from the drying blood. There were no visible wounds on the woman he was so intimately familiar with. Perhaps seeing his perplexity, Nathan spoke up. "Don't worry, Alpha. The blood is not hers. Though, I'm afraid that you are already too late if you want to see Maya. We had a... Well, a little disagreement, if you know." His sarcasm did not go unnoticed by Xavier. Although he did not know why or how Maya was dead. So much blood had soaked Karen that he wondered if Karen had killed the she-wolf. He hadn't thought about that possibility, not when his eyes caught the physical changes in the woman he cherished so muc