--Alyssa--"Another one, the paparazzi will throw questions at us. Do not mind them," Xavier said with a calm but firm tone, his eyes fixed ahead."Yes, I get it," I replied, my voice steady despite the anxiety simmering beneath the surface. Our car was inching forward, trailing behind another vehicle at Brandon's opulent residence. We were next to step out, and I could already feel the tension rising.The car door swung open, revealing a man of formidable build who stood as solid as a rock, offering an imposing presence. He extended a hand to help us out, and Xavier stepped out first, then reached back for me. The moment my feet touched the ground, Xavier's hand enveloped mine in a reassuring grip. The barrage of camera flashes from the paparazzi was almost blinding, making it difficult to keep my eyes open. Instinctively, I kept my head down, trying to shield my face from the relentless strobe lights."Mr. Black, tell us how you are feeling about becoming a father?" a man shouted fr
--Alyssa--I tried to remove my dress when I heard him say, "That is my job, Amore," his voice husky and laden with a promise that sent a shiver down my spine. His words were more than a command; they were a gentle reminder of the bond we shared. His hands, large and warm, moved with an assertive grace as he stripped me of my dress. I stood before him in nothing but my bra and panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet incredibly aroused by the intensity in his eyes."Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His gaze was intense, almost reverent, as it swept over my now-bare breasts. His erection was evident, straining against the fabric of his boxers, a visible testament to his desire. He began to knead my breasts, his fingers expertly finding all the sensitive spots, and I couldn't help but moan in response. The wetness between my thighs grew, a physical manifestation of the longing his touch ignited within me."I see you're already
--Alyssa--I was naked again this morning, and I could not believe this was me now. I remember how I did not want to come with Xavier because of all the rumors that had circulated among the people in my pack. Now, here I am, mating with him every single day and enjoying it immensely.As I lay there, still tangled in the sheets from our morning escapades, the intoxicating scent of our recent intimacy filled the room. It was unmistakable and overwhelming. I quickly realized that I needed to open the windows to let in some fresh air, hoping to disperse the scent before anyone else noticed. It would be incredibly embarrassing if someone came in and immediately knew what we had been up to. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at the mere thought.After airing out the room, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water cascading over my skin helped to clear my mind and wake me up fully. I couldn’t help but think back to what the Moon Goddess had told me. Her words still ec
--Alyssa--"A white wolf was seen at the border." That was the report from one of the border patrol guys, and apparently, it spread like wildfire throughout the Pack, causing widespread agitation.I stood still, unable to believe my ears. Things were already so intense here, but I knew this situation was particularly significant for me. My heart raced as I considered the implications."We must look for it and kill it right away. Didn't they say they were all dead? They are wicked people; they could kill us all!" a man from the crowd shouted, his voice full of fear and anger. My heart sank at his words, knowing the deep-rooted misconceptions that had been instilled in our people.It wasn't their fault; they had been taught to fear and hate by their own elders. The wrong things had been passed down through generations, poisoning their minds against those who were different. I walked away slowly, each step heavy with the weight of my despair. Hurt and broken, I retreated to the sanctuary
--Alyssa--Everyone was here now, and their faces reflected a spectrum of unsettling emotions. Fear was the most prominent, etched deeply into their expressions. It was a fear that ran deeper than mere anxiety or unease; it was a terror that seemed to sap the very air from the room. Each person's face was a pale canvas painted with the dread of impending doom, and their eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct contact with one another.They were not like the others outside who remained blissfully ignorant. These individuals knew the full extent of the grim truth about what was happening. The knowledge weighed heavily on them, silencing their voices and thoughts. No one dared to speak or even whisper, for their minds were too occupied with the horrifying reality they faced. The silence was oppressive, pressing down on them, making it almost impossible to think clearly.The large oak table around which they gathered seemed to absorb the tension. Xavier, sitting at the head of the table, w
--Alyssa--I was worried now because the idea that the people had of my people was so strong; the hate was too much. But there was nothing that I could do because that was the fate now, and changing it was going to cause serious troubles from all the packs. The deep-seated animosity seemed insurmountable, and any attempt to alter this perception was likely to trigger a cascade of conflicts and bloodshed. The packs were fiercely territorial and bound by long-standing traditions and prejudices, making any reconciliation efforts nearly impossible.Xavier had already been receiving calls from all angles, asking him whether it was a rumor or it was real. The incessant inquiries reflected the brewing tension and widespread concern among the people. Each call added to the mounting pressure on Xavier, who was already struggling to maintain a fragile peace. The rumors circulating about the white wolf had ignited a frenzy, and people demanded answers. Was the legend true? Did the white wolf rea
--Alyssa--As I clutched my necklace, a precious gift from my parents, I couldn't help but think about them. This necklace wasn't just an expensive piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of their love and protection. It held memories of happier times, times when I felt safe and surrounded by family. The intricate design and the precious stones embedded within it spoke volumes about the lengths my parents went to ensure I felt cherished and secure.Now, with the weight of my responsibilities as the Queen of all werewolves and the Luna of this Pack, I felt the absence of my parents more acutely even though I had never met them before the thought that they might still be alive somewhere in the mountains gave me a glimmer of hope, but it was accompanied by a gnawing fear. The uncertainty of their fate was a heavy burden to bear.The official meeting was about to begin, a gathering where we would address the recent events that had thrown our world into chaos. As a leader, my presence was crucia
--Alyssa--Everyone was angry. They were saying that the White Wolf wanted a war, so they should wage war against them. I did not agree, but I kept that to myself. The White Wolves were not known for violence; even when they wanted to take lands, they never harmed anyone. So, they had to stay calm. That was what Xavier said, and that was what got everyone asking, “Whose land?”The truth was finally going to be spilled today. They had been living in lies all their lives."Okay, no talking. When I am done, you can ask questions," Xavier said, and everyone fell silent. They were about to hear the most shocking story. I knew some were aware of it, but others were not because they had taught their children that the White Wolf was a villain who wanted their destruction. I couldn't wait to see the look on their faces when they found out the truth.“It started some centuries ago. The White Wolves were the first beings created by the Moon Goddess. She created them before us,” Xavier began, and