ion Mackl

ng and pretending to be insulted in front of everyone when in reali

de my wolf go crazy. I was in no condition to fight

talk to her after whatever happened. But her father

if the accident was also a part of their pl

seems innocent. 'Sabre, my wolf,

ent because she's good a

x we ever had? I can't for

ast night and my di*k hardened when I not

already playin

my hands but what now? Imagining those moments and w

g me by wiggling his brows like crazy. I wanted to punch

down from my position in the Alliance the moment they all began pester

t an out of the race against the Crown. It was my father's last wish for me to get back to the position which my grandfather was holding

because our love was so strong a

eaning of punishment and forcing s

as done giving her child, after the harsh treatme

a w

'Sabre, my wolf, mutt

a person is. Not the

the mate. " Alpha Isaac clapped h

e got to speak against me and insult me like that before everyone. But,

nd doing the training program since I was 7

appy time... "

o me like his own son because he didn't have any child of his own. One of the very reasons why he felt a little sym

s filled with g

l Ava when she would se

he wedding by now and it wo

han react to this? "

other he

ct his daughter, Ava, in a very brutal way. As a matter of fact, I

s. And I would be back to having just 10,000 wolves under me,

one. He also helped me in the Pack maintenance and providing different skilled wolves to the pack. I had n

he Crown was doomed. How and why did I

ap it all. It was the last day of the meeting though. So,

bout my pack. My Ava. My mo

ver the pack matters in my absence. Greg would definitely go balli

oods and calm myself down. But th

all. Tomorrow was goin

e and tell everyone that I was n

angrily in her ear and left he

es in the room. Destroying everything and taking my ange

ou don't have to feel s

ing like that could happen. She's a cunnin

y hair and the though

y that she would leave

bort the chil

her words. I had to keep it in writing. So, I asked the m

hamber too with a small torn up bag in her hands. She was still wearing the same ugly, dirty, g

athet

his, fi

xplanation from me which I was not in the moo

t and s

she looked at the papers as if it w

. " She said, keeping

hook my head, " Illiterate but s

t. It was a

written here that you will leave me and

fter a few s

er hand, moved her fingers t

let go off her hand. Her eyes sh

n your feet touch my pack borders. " I t

leave me in the woods. I c

srespect and audacity a

you how hell feels, Luna Celine... " I let go