Chapter 002Myra’s POV Either the moon goddess was drunk or she made an error while working the fate of werewolves and their partner. I sniffed harder, making sure the earthly strong scent of sandalwood came from him and I almost moaned at the delight having the smell waft back into my nose. “How can I be mated to you?” He questioned with irritation, eyeing me from the top of my head straight down to my toes, disappointment etched above his expression.At that moment, the same question spun within me, and only then did I notice he was naked and his manhood dangled freely in front of me upright. Rock hard like a steel and all moistened. I withdrew my gaze, not wanting to appear tasty in sight of him- albeit the thought of me taking him full sparked beneath my mind. For a dick that he is, he sure held the reputation below. My eyes racked up his body, assessing his manly physique that brought a silent gasp through my lips. For a monster with no heart, he certainly has the face cap

Chapter 004Myra’s POV I could feel the moment around me coming to an halt, the earth stopped spinning, tension rose and filled into the moment. My expression paled, my eyes remain bulged, my jaw stayed on the floor and I wanted to be snapped out of this dream. “Mate,” he called, letting his voice go soft but still guttural enough to make me want to hear his voice talk to me the more. “Holy Moon!” I snapped back into reality, a mental calculation of that’s happening slapping right on my brain. Quick reprise, I got mated to Logan and rejected by him, the same day I got mated to The Alpha King I have never ever seen before in my life. “We’re mates!” I breathed out, looking around trying to accept the reality but it’s just too hard for me. I turned around, dashing right out of the hall without looking back. I didn’t expect my eighteenth birthday to be this dramatic and full of twists. I didn’t care what the Beta’s wife would say or do to me knowing I ran past her without giving

Chapter 006Myra’s point of view I don’t know how he was able to tell my past, or read into them because he worded it pretty accurate. Or was it painted on my face? Definitely not, because masking my painful experiences with a stoic expression is my one of my- if not the best quality I possessed. ‘He’s so protective, I think I’m in love with him already.’ Salome purred shamelessly in my head.He had me speechless, and I gaped in awestruck as stepped away from me, he marched over to Logan; who hadn’t for some reason recovered from the King’s toss. He was still sprawled helplessly on the floor when the Alpha King gripped his neck, pulling him up and slamming straight and hard into the wall, so hard I could feel my body tingle with sympathy. I dread what my mate has in mind to do to him. Although, I wanted everyone in this pack to pay for what they did to me, karma for how they’ve always treated me, but- but death is not the right thing for them. Logan had me experiencing hell, I co

Chapter 008Myra’s point of view I agreed to spending the night with him, on the note that my wolf needs to connect with his wolf however she plans to. I never asked him why my wolf couldn’t feel his wolf or why he kept cutting off her attempt to make a connection. I just went with our theory of him still pulling back because Salome still has Logan’s aura all over her, and he wasn’t willing to engage that. So perhaps he’s waiting for the aura to wash off. I made it back to my dorm room at the basement, reminiscing on how blissful my first kiss when with- come to think of it, I’m yet to know his name. That will be the first thing I’d ask when I go back to him. I don’t have that much clothes to pack, just rags and shitty wears. Most of which I came to own by stealing them from the Luna’s daughter, and the beta’s daughter. A.K.A, Logan’s rumored girlfriend. She’s still at the states studying, she’s been there for close to two years now and nobody knows when she’s coming back; not ev

Chapter 010Myra’s point of view If I had it in mind to start doubting my mate about what Logan said to me, I’m pretty sure our first night together just buried anything that relates to such notion. Throughout the night he has himself up like a wide banner, sharing stuffs he claimed were personal, stuffs after hearing I know I’d keep personal if they were my story. He told me about his abusive father, and that being the reason why he harbored an intense aversion towards abuse. Because of his past. I really got to know a part of him that literally nobody knows on the very first night we met. It’s really amazing, I’ve found the man of my dreams. I really have. It’s morning already and we were just preparing our departure. He called in one of his guards earlier to transport my belongings, but somehow he found out they were filled with rags and murky clothes, he then instructed one of his men to threw them all away, vowing to set me a new wardrobe as soon as we reach the capital.I’d