At that very time, a powerful impulse to locate Ian and deliver my strongest blow to him struck me at three hundred miles per hour. Despite not knowing the answer myself, I lifted my little finger and wrapped it around Theo's, saying, "Pinky promise." "Silly," he chuckles. "That's supposed to be my line, you fucker," I say. "You and your beautiful, wide range of vocabulary," he continues. I inhale another of his sweet laughs, which fills the whole space. His laugh is so infectious that I can't help but chuckle too. I was well aware that it would be our final meal together until this wretched week was finally over.
Idiots. Every single one of them is a fool.
I let out a laugh that simultaneously turned into a cheeky smile.
I take a quick look around before pulling up at the magnificent mansion where the party was being hosted. And, I should add, a celebration that started without my beautiful presence.
How thoughtful.
I pull my hood up before heading through the residence's massive doors and toward the ballroom. Folks danced and talked. There were laughs and smiles across the large room. I winced. It is absolutely terrible to be in a room full of werewolf odors.
I twisted up my nose. In this place, how in the hell do you find your mates?
An annual meeting is hosted by the council-sorry, the council. It was anticipated that werewolves sixteen and up would take part. Its goal is to bring unmated wolves together and the Alphas above everything else. As expected, the newlyweds converse, fall in love, kiss, make out, fuck, and have a little nevertheless, everyone who belongs to any rank of werewolf-Alphas, Betas, Omegas, etc.-is "invited." The mating ball is kind of required, if I may put it that way. That didn't really matter, though, because practically all of the wolves were eager to go in the hopes of meeting their soul mate.
the Royal Crimson Pack excluded.
They are strong, authoritative, and well-liked. They were superior to the Council because of this. No, they didn't misuse their authority or destroy packs at random. However, once they become angry, they won't show you any mercy and will methodically tear you apart, ensuring that you receive the worst execution anyone has ever seen. I've heard that, anyway. The Royal Crimson Pack is unstoppable for anyone who dares face them. You can run, but you can't hide, as they say.
However, that wasn't important to me, was it? As if I would ever become involved in their affairs.
The rumors were what mattered to me at the moment. I've attended this event for three years, and in that time I've learned enough to say that the young leaders of the Royal Crimson Pack were, to put it mildly, amazing. Men and women alike exclaimed over their stunning appearance and captivating personalities. It piqued my interest.
Word of the new company spread, as though the Moon Goddess heard us poor, unlucky peasants. It appears that the Crimson Pack will be present at the Mating Ball this year.
Finally, fucking. Something to soothe my ennui was what I needed.
I walked around the room aimlessly, not wanting to come into contact with anyone. I mean, no disrespect, but these folks are boring. without incident. Put differently: unfun. It is a waste of time to interact.
I head to the food area because I'm hungry and grab a plate and four tiny slices of cake. I practically started to drool just looking at it. It had such a lovely appearance. I was going to make the most of my pricey meal, as I hadn't had any in a long time.
I notice the gossip that reverberated through the room as I raise the fork to my mouth.
"Were they visible to you? I've never felt-I'm not sure how to put it-like this! However, I feel like my heart is about to explode." One grinned, her cheeks very red.
I sampled a piece of cake. It tasted great.
"How could anyone be so perfect?" asks another person. How fortunate could the mate of Alpha Theo be? She must have accomplished something noteworthy in a previous life."
I wag my eyebrows, curious.
"I feel as though I've fallen from heaven," a man utters, his gaze vacant.
One more person says, "Imagine what a great fuck that is."
The snort that escaped the ladylike facade I was digging for was unavoidable.
Like the refined lady that I am, I use a tissue to wipe my mouth clean after eating. I gather myself up, straighten the hood of my black cape, and give the outfit I recently stole from a girl a gentle pat. I'm happy the fabric was comfortable.
All I would like is for it to be crimson so that it appears really menacing. On the contrary, I looked like a saint in the white outfit. Pft.
My curiosity piqued, and I strolled in the direction that the folks were leaving.
There were around five young men and ladies in the visible crowd. I was ecstatic, as always. My veins are full of vigor; therefore, it made me feel excited.
The Royal Crimson Pack was it.
The majority of them sneaked glances while making a concerted effort to hide their attendance, acting as though it didn't even somewhat interest them. It was a catastrophe. It was obvious that the crowd was evaluating the performances as though they were works of art.
And I acknowledge that I was in that group of people.
They were really of high caliber.
I could see the power in all five of them with just a glance. Curiosity was racing through my head, and I couldn't help but become more and more enthralled.
One of them, a handsome guy with curly hair, olive skin, and stunning honey brown eyes, had a bored expression on his face. To be honest, I didn't hold it against him. The celebration could be even livelier. I thought the guy looked like someone who could have portrayed the jock in a romantic teen film. There was something very macho about him.
I saw that his powerful arms were encircling the waist of someone else. His countenance softens as he looks at her.
A tiny smile couldn't help but appear on my face. There was never any doubt in my mind about their beauty as a couple.
With her blonde hair falling in lovely waves, the girl rests her head on his shoulder. Her complexion was pale, and her eyes were ocean blue. She exudes angelic beauty and exudes the same vibe as the girl next door.
My gaze moves to the individual on her right, whose features are identical to hers. identical twins.
The youngster had the same ocean-blue eyes and straight blonde hair that reached his ears. On the other hand, he appears to be a bothersome little devil, a joker, or the life of the party. A miscreant, if you will.
Observe who is speaking. It wasn't as though I was unique.
His eyes were wide, and his lips were pursed. After some time, I came to the conclusion that he was making an unsuccessful attempt to soothe his partner.
The girl's skin was fair and glowing. Her bangs were combed to one side, and her dark hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her brows were furrowed, her countenance dissatisfied as she scowled at her mate, giving off a kind appearance. He protruded his tongue.
What a strange couple.
There was another man next to them, and I would be lying if I didn't find myself drawn to him more than the others.
In some way, he seemed more formidable. More intriguing. More captivating. The stunning young man had a sly smirk on his lips and a cunning look in his exquisite gray eyes. He had a look on his face that gave me the impression that we were the pieces in a game that he was playing.
His facial features were exquisite, perhaps sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. I was torn between wanting to be him and wanting to be his.
How come she couldn't make me look this good?
I couldn't help but be drawn to him for some reason. It was drawing me in and persuading me to approach. I was drawn to him because he was the most attractive man I had ever encountered.
I felt a stirring inside of me and a strong desire to see him. I'm driven to do anything that includes him, inside and out.
I'm not sure how long I kept watching him. And, to be honest, I wasn't all that bothered.
And then those hypnotic gray eyes met mine.
Goddamn, motherfucking crap.
I wanted to seize this opportunity and hold onto it forever. My heart begins to beat more rapidly. I could no longer see my surroundings and was only able to concentrate on the attractive young man. It felt as though my heart might suddenly leap out of my chest.
A strange, unanticipated thought crosses my head.
I cock my head, examining him closely. He followed suit.My mouth twitches in a frown. He followed suit.
We were both observing one another and taking in the unexpected idea.
"Copycat!" I exhaled deeply.
Though the concept was deeply ingrained in my thoughts, it didn't feel real.
His eyes sparkle with interest as a smile spreads across his face. He looks me up and down, pride swelling in his chest, and his stares cut right through me.
"Pleased to meet you, mi amor," he says as he opens his mouth to speak.
His deep, velvety voice gave off an uncontrollable, chaotic vibe in my head. My heart is thumping with passion and energy. Unconsciously, I shudder.
I smile as the edges of my mouth lift up. How fascinating.
"I'm glad to have met you as well, buddy," I reply, speaking slowly and clearly.
We didn't avert our gaze. Not at all.
There was a yell after that.
"Capture her!" The mob dispersed. The guards rush in my direction. Whoa.
I salute my mate and try to capture his beauty as I look back at him one last time. I failed to notice the chuckle on his face.
Did I not say that rogues were not allowed at the mating ball?
Hehe, sorry.
I took off running.
"Damn them!" I scream. I sense my inner wolf and thwart his advances, yet he continually emerges. Jon is just another prick who dared to approach him with that blasted needle. Ophelia has left. I start to crawl into the dirt, letting my wolf come out and my shift take over. I bolt. Behind me, a hundred paws are striking the ground. I experience bursts of fire and anguish, yet everything is consumed by wrath. I awakened to see the light rising over the hills ahead of me. I blearily eye the orange disk. Is it dawning on you? I haven't let my wolf get to me since I was eighteen. "Alpha," croaks Jon's voice. Sticking to his bare, perspiring flesh are the filthy muck and forest debris. His lower face is covered in stubble, with dark circles under his eyes from weariness. He appears just as bad as I do. Ophelia. She's gone from me.
"You ever brave enough to ask Emily out, wimp." I said back to Ivan. Mom clearly did not know about Ivan's liking toward Emily. She glared at Ivan and said "we'll talk about this later." "Good luck, she's angry you didn't tell her." I whispered to Ivan. He slightly pushed me, I laughed at him because his cheeks looked like a tomato. We reached the front of the Pack House. Everyone was lined up Alphabetically of their family name. Kat was still uneasy, she's been the most uneasy ever since I stepped out of the car. I still don't know what it is. Maybe She feels like danger is about to happen. How could any danger happen, we were a strong Pack. The Royal family was coming so that meant that we'd get help from them if a attack were to happen. Maybe I just really need to go on a run.
The werewolves had gained control of the earth long ago, and we humans had been reduced to their status as followers in the once-leading civilization. Although I was raised in this hierarchy, I still enjoy reading about the earlier eras when people were unaware of the species that now coexist peacefully with mankind. It seemed like a much better period to me and my father, who had inspired me to read. We humans were divided into packs at this point. My family was a member of the Crescent Moon pack for many generations, and just like the other humans, we were ranked lowest among the wolves in the group. entirely under the control of wolves. A similar set of laws was established by the government, although each pack had subtle variations based on the Alpha, the leader. Although it was claimed that we lacked a president or monarch to guide us all together, in a roundabout way, we did. The guy in charge of us all is none other than Alaricus Knight, also known as The Beast. Because of his immense power, no one would ever dare attempt to rebel against him. He was a recluse and was seldom seen. In my brief 17 years, I had never seen him myself. Even though the majority of people had never seen him, he had destroyed our lives because he had established a rule that could alter our course in life permanently. Werewolves have mates-soul mates, if you will-who they genuinely fall in love with at first sight or scent. Regardless of their relationship status, it is stated that a human can never deny a wolf their partner because a wolf cannot exist without their mate. It was said that the beast was close to 400 years old and had never had a partner. Nevertheless, he had destroyed everyone's life for something he had never even experienced. It was stated that he would never be able to have a partner since he was just too nasty and evil, and maybe that was true. Whoever could love the beast, after all?
Bianca's life takes a drastic turn when she's forced to work as a maid to the captivating mafia boss, Leonardo De Luca, to pay off her father's debt. As she navigates the intricate web of Leonardo's world, she's drawn into a complex dance of power, passion, and deception. Between serving coffee, attending college, and fighting off Leonardo's advances, Bianca must confront her own feelings and the reality of her situation. But as she becomes more entwined in the mafia's world, she realizes her heart is totally captivated. Will she find a way out, or forever be bound to the mafia?
What will occur after that, then? Not just one Alpha will follow me. Let me have two. I scream. I guess these individuals like to play poker with my life a lot. Alex said, "No one will come after you, Ava," and I slumped against the marble. Also, why is that? I queried. My eyebrows furrow as I gaze from Alex to Isadora and back to Alex. "Because once you do your job properly, there won't be any more Alphas," I say. I do, however, rely on Isadora to make things plain. "What does he mean?" I inquired about her. When she continues, "Once you deliver us the blue moonstone, we will harvest its power to immortalize Alex, and once that is done, we will destroy the stone, thereby destroying every Alpha in existence," her eyes turn silver and gleam forever.
For Amanda, a 24-year-old college student, it's only a one-night affair. Her mother is determined to use her infant father to improve their precarious situation after she sees him on the cover of a magazine labeled as a billionaire and a Casanova. A 26-year-old billionaire named Derek has had strong sexual desires ever since his encounter with Amanda. Having a baby is not at all important to him, and he has no interest in keeping a woman. He first denies knowing about Amanda's pregnancy until Amanda's mother threatens to ruin his reputation. Will Derek consent to the union? Will Amanda continue to be pregnant despite being rejected? Will she be able to handle it when he calls her names and tells her that he doesn't want her?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
"You were about to cum in me." I said and sat up. That's when I felt a stinging pain across my ear as my hand caressed my face, then the realization hit me- he had slapped me, Lee had just slapped me. #Sex. Lies. Money. Power. *** Jessie, after finding out her fiance had married another woman, decides to have a one-night stand with his uncle, only to find herself married to him. But despite being married to his uncle, she was still attracted to him, so she started secretly seeing him. Well, the uncle wasn't willing to give her up now, not after he vowed to always be by her side; now she had two men fighting for her. And the woman her ex-fiance married wasn't just going to give up on him. Will Jessie realize old flames can never be and live a peaceful life with her new billionaire husband, or will Jade succeed in winning her back?
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?