All Chapters of MY SUPER CRUSH IS AN ALPHA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

With a lingering sense of excitement and anticipation, I reached for the remote control and switched off the TV, the romantic series disappearing from the screen. It was time to leave the comfort of my room and follow Freda to her sanctum.As I stepped out of the room, I felt a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. The hallway seemed to stretch before me, leading me closer to the heart of Freda's wisdom. I followed her confidently, each step bringing me closer to the awe-inspiring sanctum where powerful magic resided.When we finally entered Freda's sanctum, I found myself engulfed in a sense of wonder. The room emanated an aura of ancient knowledge and mystique, captivating my senses. Soft candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the walls adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting scenes of mystical creatures and arcane symbols.Shelves lined the room, filled with an array of enchanted objects and tomes, their spines adorned with worn leather and faded gol

As Freda and I prepared to embark on our first class, she cast a discerning gaze upon me, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Sandra, my dear, before we begin, I must ask: Are you comfortable sitting on that chair? It is, after all, the product of magic, and I want to ensure your utmost comfort during our lessons."I nodded, a warm smile gracing my lips. "Yes, Freda, the chair is surprisingly comfortable. It's as if it was crafted specifically for me. I feel perfectly at ease here."Freda's eyes twinkled with satisfaction, and she continued, her voice gentle yet authoritative. "Good to hear, Sandra. Now, to fully engage in our lessons, we will require a proper workspace. A desk or table, if you will."Her words hung in the air, and without a moment's hesitation, I jolted upright in search of a suitable surface within the room. My eyes darted around, scanning for any sign of a table. The walls, the corners, and the shelves all seemed barren of the object I sought. Frustration crept

She continued, her voice resonating with conviction. "Werewolves have the capacity to channel their primal instincts and use them in harmony with their human faculties. They retain their sense of morality, their compassion, and their ability to discern right from wrong. They are not driven solely by a thirst for bloodshed or violence."A glimmer of understanding flickered within me, as I absorbed Freda's words. It was a reminder that the wolf within, while possessing an untamed power, was also a part of me, and I had the ability to steer its course."But Freda," I ventured cautiously, seeking further clarification, "what about the stories of werewolves attacking and harming others during the full moon? Are there instances where they lose control and succumb to the darkness within?"Freda's gaze softened, a mix of empathy and reassurance in her eyes. "While it is true that some werewolves may struggle with the intensity of their wolf nature during the full moon, it is not a universal ex

As the weight of my question hung in the air, Freda observed a moment of silence, her eyes flickering with a mix of guilt and hesitation. The silence stretched on, seemingly filled with the weight of unspoken words, until finally, Freda broke the stillness with a soft sigh."Sandra," she began, her voice tinged with regret, "I wish I could provide you with the answer you seek, but the truth is... I don't know the identity of the alpha werewolf who bit you."A pang of disappointment pricked at my heart, and doubt crept into my mind. The heaviness of Freda's words resonated with my own sense of unease, and I couldn't help but question her response. It was as if an unspoken tension lingered in the air, stirring my instincts and the presence of my wolf within.As the weight of Freda's withheld truth settled in the air, my senses sharpened, and I became attuned to the subtle shifts in her demeanor. It was as if an invisible thread connected us, allowing me to feel the echoes of her hear

As Victor stepped out of his sleek car, the pack lair seemed to come alive with an electric energy. His mere presence commanded attention, drawing the gazes of those around him. My eyes were irresistibly drawn to him, captivated by his striking features and the air of authority that surrounded him.Some of the pack members, familiar faces I had come to know over time, moved with a sense of purpose, each one eager to assist their alpha. Among them, one of the regular pack members, Ethan, approached Victor, a respectful nod accompanying his outstretched hand. Together, they exchanged a few words, their conversation too distant for me to overhear.A whirlwind of emotions swept through me as I observed Victor from my vantage point on the third-floor balcony. Despite the knowledge of how he had altered my life, a magnetic pull tugged at my heartstrings, drawing me closer to him. It was a contradiction of emotions, a struggle between anger and an inexplicable desire that refused to be