"Can you tell me your age?" Grace asked Martin as they got closer and closer to the centre of the woodland. Martin announced with a flourish, "My age is twenty years old, my lady." She turned her chin to the side and cocked her head. "You are so young, and it's hard to think that you are two years older than me!" she exclaimed. As he took her hand in his to aid her in climbing a hill, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. "We can shift here, and I'll go to that corner. You can shift, and after that, we'll go look around in the forest." He lowered his head and then vanished in the cover of a nearby tree. The gentlemanly behaviour of his took Grace by surprise. By allowing her to undress and change in private, he demonstrated that he respected her need for discretion. That was something she looked for in a man. She undid her khaki shirt and pants and stepped out of them. After that, she changed into her wolf form, which was a dirty brown colour. After a short period of time had p
"Alex, we need to talk." Rosalie looked like she was going to explode with good news. She had dashed over to him as soon as he arrived. Sarah grinned at Rosalie and added, "I guess I'll see you later." Rosalie nodded her head in agreement. Alex looked at Rosalie with a bewildered expression on his face as he peered at her. "What's going on?" "Do I make you feel embarrassed, little one? When I see you, you flush so much.”? He tenderly stroked her face with his hand. If it was possible, she appeared even more gorgeous when she blushed. She closed her eyes and almost purred as she leant into his warm fingers. As he stroked her, she felt the warmth spread throughout her body. "I'm pregnant!" He was at a loss for words for a while before sniffing her neck; it was no surprise that she had a unique odour. Her odour had shifted. How could he have missed it? "Indeed, you are, love." He grinned, as he pulled a strand of her red hair and twirled it between his fingers, he spoke. " This is th
Grace was in the pack’s library, absentmindedly flipping through one of the books. Martin was busy with his patrolling obligations, and she had no idea where Chris had vanished. She hardly engaged in conversation with anyone else. After that trip to the hill with Martin, she met him a few more times. Often, when Chris was away and Martin could sneak away from his patrolling duties, they used to go for a run in the woods, swim in the lake or just watch the sunset. She loved his carefree sense of humour. They became good friends. Her wolf liked Martin as well. She wasn’t cheating on Chris, at least she wasn’t sleeping around with omegas like him. If he found out, she would deal with it later. After hearing someone cough, she turned around to investigate the origin of the sound. She immediately frowned. "What's the matter, Gregory?" she demanded of the beta, her voice clearly tinged with irritation. They were the new betas, Gregory Byrne and Thomas Grant, who she despised. They had a cre
As she supported herself against him, tears ran down her beautiful face, and she completely forgot that she was naked. She snorted and shouted, "It's that vile Gregory!" She exclaimed while wrinkling her nose, " he tried to rape me in the library.” Martin was taken aback. How could they be so cruel to her? They couldn't notice what a lovely, delicate creature she was? "You're safe now," he promised as he brushed away her tears. "No one knows about this place." As she looked up at him, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. He'd never harmed her before. He was the only one who talked to her as if she was a person. As she started to relax, she held on to him even more tightly than before. He tried to reassure and calm her by running his fingertips down her back and along the small of her spine. Instead, it reawakened the simmering yearning in her that she had repressed for such a long time. Gregory was correct; she yearned to be caressed and loved. She stroked Martin's cheek and gazed into hi
"You stupid mutt, look where you are going." Grace snapped at a small crouching body.A wail stopped her in her track and she turned back. The little mutt was a child. Around 4-5 years old and he was now wailing after her scolding. "Oh, dear !" She bent down and gently patted the kid. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Please don't cry. Where is your mom ?" Grace asked.The boy pointed in a random direction."Hmmm, looks like you are lost. What is your name ?" The boy had stopped sobbing and he was staring at her with large blue eyes."Dylan," he said."Well Dylan let's look for your mom, and maybe we can grab some ice cream from the kitchen." She smiled."Ice cream ! " the boy squealed. Grace laughed."You are cute." He reminded her of her brother, he had the same colored hair and eyes. "Madam Luna, I am so sorry ." a woman suddenly appeared running down toward them. The boy squealed again. "Mama !"Grace watched as the boy clung to his mother. A pang of pain emerged in h
The word of Gregory's passing quickly swept across the pack. Even before Chris killed off his beta, the wolves were scared of him. The anxiety grew significantly. Grace was in her room relaxing. Her chin rested on her knees and her legs folded. Chris believed Grace was having an affair with Gregory after learning of Gregory's attack. Thus, he killed him. After their altercation, he had not visited her since. She felt guilty; perhaps he still had feelings for her. As for Martin, well, it just couldn't go on. She couldn't allow Chris to kill Martin. "Here is your breakfast, Madame Luna." A lovely omega entered her room carrying a platter of mouthwatering pancakes. Grace commanded, "Take it away." The omega trembled." Do I need anything else, Madam?" "No! I'm not hungry at all. I don't want anything. Do not bother me." She lost her temper and sank into her blanket. ************ "You are a shame to the pack," Someone yelled. Chris, who was enjoying the omega sucking on him, glared
When Chris finally got back to his office, he stormed in and flung everything that was on the table. After that, he tore the bookshelves, the drapes, and the couch apart. After he had finished trashing his office, he went to the bar and poured himself a drink. He sat down there and began to relax. He growled, "That bloody whore!" Why did every woman in his life choose to deceive him? The first thing Rosalie did to get revenge on him was to sleep with the very first Alpha she could find. Then Grace betrayed him by sleeping with inferior betas. He would go look for that jackass and then proceed to dismember him. But first, he needed to give his attention to the matter that was more significant. Obtaining Rosalie, as well as assuming control of Alex's pack. After he had finished his drink, he called for Thomas. Beta Thomas made an effort to maintain his composure in the beaten-up office. “How are the preparations going?” Chris had a question. "There is nothing left to do, my Alpha. T
That this would be the first time they would be doing it in their wolf form struck Rosalie as particularly poignant. Taking his fingers down the length of her dress, he looked her in the eyes with anticipation. He moved his hand to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up. She raised her hands in the air, allowing him to throw the dress to the side. He threw the dress on the ground next to a nearby boulder. Then he gave her a gentle squeeze on the buttocks of her cheek. At this point in time, she had begun to exhibit a more pronounced hump on her stomach. She was giggling to herself as she worked carefully to undo his buttons, but he ripped the shirt off of him before she could even finish unbuttoning it properly. While they were still in their human condition, his wolf howled at her to assert his ownership of her. She got down on her knees and began ripping his pants and boxers off of his waistband and thighs. His hands moved to her back and unclipped her bra, releasing the confi
After a month - As Rosalie prepared to give birth, Dr. Rachel offered reassurance and comfort to her patient. She mumbled, "Everything is going to be fine very soon." The first few hours before delivery were torturous as the babies contracted and kicked around. When Rosalie's water broke, and the excruciating pain started, she was brought to the hospital immediately. She leaned against Alex's chest, as Rachael guided her through the delivery, “Breath in, good, breathe out, that's it. Push!” she said gently. The pain was unbelievable as she held on tightly to Alex's hands. He whispered words of encouragement and support in her ears while she panted and pushed. "Alright, I can see the head now, give it one more push, Rosie," the doctor said. She was exhausted, but for the sake of her puppies, she made one more, determined effort. As soon as she heard the angelic sound of her puppy's first cries, her head flopped over Alex's shoulder in a helpless position. "It’s a boy!" Rachael said
Martin and Grace's becoming mates were greeted with a mixed reaction. There were irate betas who felt they had been mistreated by her. A few of the girls who had their hopes dashed aspired to be Martin's mate. However, everyone accepted Grace's sincere apologies, as well as the fact that she modified her behaviour. In addition, she extended an apology to Rosalie, and as a result, the Murdoch family was reinstated to their previous roles. Within a few weeks, the Greyson mansion was brought back to its former splendour after undergoing extensive renovations. When Rosalie was in the middle of her work, Alex drew her away from her responsibilities. "What are you talking about, Alex?" She inquired anxiously as her betas chortled in amusement. “I'm sorry to bother you, but I have something to show you.” He reached for her hand in a kind manner and drew her along the hallway. “What is it?” She asked him as he covered her eyes with his hands. She laughed. “Don't speak,” he warned, as he
The audience responded with applause and cheers for their new Alpha. After reverting to his human form, Martin celebrated his success by raising his right hand. "Is there anyone who wishes to dispute my claim?" He let out a growl. Nobody came forwards. The rest of the pack showed their submission and acknowledged their new leader. Ruben, the Councilman, had a grin on his face as he asked, "Now do you realise why I had approved of this challenge?" “Yeah, things got sorted out without breaking any laws,” Marcus replied with a satisfied smile. His wrinkled face was relieved. “About the law, I need to discuss a few things about it. Guess, they need some tweaking?” Ruben said. The other councilmen looked at him puzzled. "Well, it's nothing huge, just that we should let the wolves choose their mates. It's a lot of work to find compatible mates!" Ruben started laughing, and the other members of the council soon joined in. It was high time that the outdated regulations were abandoned. **
The five councilmen exchanged grim looks with one another because they had never been faced with a situation like this before. "It's against the rules to kill an Alpha!" The adamant statement was made by Councilman Marcus. "Yes, my brother, but we can't just let him go with some penalties because he conspired with the rogues and tried to steal another Alpha's mate. We can't do that. It constitutes a serious crime!” Ruben replied. "But the law...we are not allowed to breach the law!" Marcus was adamant about it. He adhered to the guidelines religiously and almost never deviated from them. Their attention was broken as Sebastian Anderson stormed in furious and ready to seek justice for his daughter. He slammed the door behind him as he entered the room. He uttered an angry growl as he looked at the members of the council. “I need his blood! He has hurt my daughter. Disgraced her in front of his pack!” To his amazing shock, Grace followed him in and fell on her knees, and looked up
Grace lay down on the soft mattress on her side in a foetal position. As the fresh tears ran down her cheeks, she embraced her knees to her bosom and held them there. She was able to detect the odour of blood coming from the main hall. The women and children were taken to the safe house and locked inside until the fighting subsided. She prayed anxiously for the safety of her father and Martin. She cried over her mate's stupidity. He had pushed everyone to the brink of war. She had no idea that he had been recruiting dark wolves. After the war, some packs were destroyed or scattered, which resulted in the development of several groups of renegade wolves who did not obey the council or any other order that was given to them. Whenever rogues were found, the packs would eliminate them and flush them out of the area. Dark wolves were a very powerful group of rogues, they were like a pack, but they didn’t follow the council. Chris had exposed his entire pack to danger when he began recruit
"My mate is dead, please allow me to return home and mourn!" She begged him. His voice sounded disappointed as he said, "Oh, he's not dead, though I wish that he had been.” Rosalie's expression was one of bewilderment as she glanced at him. “What? How is that possible?” “What the hell do you mean? Why would Alex think that I am dead?" He smiled, “Don't you remember the vial?” She glared at him, “What vial?!” As he rose up and moved closer, he let out a chuckle. Rosalie tried to move further away from him, but the chain kept her from doing so. He gave a nervous tic with his tongue. He clicked his tongue. “This will never do,” he mused as he took a key from his pocket and removed the chain from her leg. “You're not an animal to be kept trapped, Rosie.” “THEN LET ME GO!!” She retorted. “The vial,” he continued, as if he hadn't heard her outburst. “Thomas is an excellent potion maker; he discovered an ancient potion. It can weaken the mate bond of a wolf to such an extent that the
Grace was hiding in a confined space underneath a table. She stared in shock at the slaughter that was taking place all around her. Chris had not done much more than shove her aside before running off to who knows where. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a low growl, and she turned to see a massive rogue staring at her. She screamed and crawled backwards, desperately attempting to escape to the other side. Her dad’s pack was backwards. They didn’t train their girls to fight. They were only trained to be trophy Lunas. He grabbed her leg and tried to pull her out. She fought against him and kicked at him, but her efforts were in vain. Suddenly, her leg was free, and the noises of Martin's wolf growling and ripping caused her to turn her head. The rogue had been seized by the neck by Martin's wolf. The rogue thrashed and turned in an attempt to throw Martin off, but Martin held his ground and increased the pressure on his neck until it broke, at which point the rogue became limp.
The Grand Dining Hall of the Grey Stone was decked out in opulent furnishings. There were a number of circular tables, each of which had the potential to accommodate ten people, and they were arranged in rows. A couple of individuals were playing an instrument or instruments in the background, including a violin and a piano. The light had been toned down to a golden tint after being dimmed. The many dishes that were kept on the tables gave out an appetising and satiating air to anyone who observed them. Rosalie stood next to Alex while wearing a glossy black gown that precisely contoured her body and drew attention to her expanding tummy. She had uneasy feelings. They had taken up positions close to the entrance of the Dining Hall and were getting ready to welcome their guests. To this point, every one of the other packs had already taken their places. Alex grabbed her hand in his and gently stroked it in an effort to put her at ease. He then released her hand. She was nervous. She b
That this would be the first time they would be doing it in their wolf form struck Rosalie as particularly poignant. Taking his fingers down the length of her dress, he looked her in the eyes with anticipation. He moved his hand to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up. She raised her hands in the air, allowing him to throw the dress to the side. He threw the dress on the ground next to a nearby boulder. Then he gave her a gentle squeeze on the buttocks of her cheek. At this point in time, she had begun to exhibit a more pronounced hump on her stomach. She was giggling to herself as she worked carefully to undo his buttons, but he ripped the shirt off of him before she could even finish unbuttoning it properly. While they were still in their human condition, his wolf howled at her to assert his ownership of her. She got down on her knees and began ripping his pants and boxers off of his waistband and thighs. His hands moved to her back and unclipped her bra, releasing the confi