Based on the information Wesley got about the White Stone Pack and Green Stone Pack, the future Alphas of the two packs orchestrated the war. This war is a campaign to show they can become Alpha for their pack. Wars based on politics and business competition might be better than wars over territory. It's been a long time since I've heard of werewolf packs fighting over territory or vying for control of a pack.The warriors who spied on the entire werewolf pack said that all packs had a special team of warriors for the war. They are trained for war. I'll no longer be perplexed about how the werewolves got onto this island; they might be part of a special team of warriors for the war. I concluded currently, werewolf packs have a strict security system. They have great and tough warriors. As a result, wars were rare because each pack would think carefully before losing their warriors. Wesley confirmed my conclusion. I spent the whole night thinking, and I forced my wolf to think. In t

I stared at Ken with bated breath. Moon Goddess, what should I say? Ken often leaves me at a loss for words. Ava assured me that my fear of Ken was only in my head, but Ken's gaze and aura frightened me. How can I not think negatively of him? "Luna?" Ken's voice broke my daydream. I blinked my eyes and swallowed hard. Ava once told me to be honest. Ken said he wouldn't force me, so I had to tell the truth. "I'm not ready, Alpha." I held my breath, waiting for Ken's reaction. He just stared at me for five seconds; then he nodded his head, and gradually I could breathe normally again."Thank you for being forthright. If you don't like it, state your displeasure. Don't try to please others or be concerned about what others think of you. You must follow your heart; do not torture yourself with something you dislike." Ken reached out his hand and stroked my cheek gently. His gaze was gentle, but his lips did not form a smile. Ken's words warmed my heart. Ava also asked me to be honest

Ken promised to do it slowly and gently. He wants to make me comfortable. I believe in him. Ken kissed my lips. Then he sniffed my scent, licking, biting, and kissing my neck. I feel amused and enjoyed at the same time. Ken kisses my lips again, and his hand goes inside my shirt; he caresses my belly. I writhed and groaned as his hands squeezed my breasts. Oh, my. Ken broke the kiss and looked at me intensely. His eyes became dark and misty, filled with a burning desire in his chest, a lust he had held back. I held my breath as Ken stepped back and stared at my feet. He smiled crookedly before kissing my feet. I bit my lower lip. Gosh, I want to explore. Ken's hot and sexy lips made me feel strange sensations all over my body. I'm having trouble breathing. My eyes and Ken's hazel eyes met, and we stared at each other for five seconds. Then he stroked my thigh, my body squirmed, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "Don't bite your lip, My Luna." Ken was on top of me and stroke

Nora's cooking is delicious. I'm not a picky eater. I will eat anything as long as it tastes good, not bland or salty. I also enjoy vegetables such as mustard greens and broccoli. Nora is eating. Her cheeks puffed out; she was adorable. I kissed her cheek. Nora was shocked, and her eyes widened. I often kiss her forehead and cheeks and lips on the spur of the moment, but Nora is always surprised. I've been resisting my lust for the past few days. I do not want to force Nora. I kiss and hug her while she's sleeping; Nora has to get used to me. Nora's reactions are frozen, I want to laugh, but I don't want to embarrass her. My wolf wants to meet my children and Nora. He was curious how I would do bed sports with Nora because he couldn't do it with Ava. I can't imagine if a she-wolf could get pregnant. I read the message from Beta. He gave me information about Jerry. Beta always tells me via message; he rarely uses mind links for fear of disturbing me. I can't wait to meet Jerry. "I

I fought back the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks. Ken made me happy last night, and I cried this morning, not because I was sad. If you believe that crying is only used to express sadness, you are mistaken. Luna Ophelia told me not to help cook and sit quietly beside Ken. I watched Luna Ophelia, Lucy, and the two omegas place the food on the table. Alpha Charlie, Luna Ophelia, Lucy, and Wesley sat across from me, Ken, and Jeremy. "Eat a lot, Luna," said Ophelia. I smile. "You will definitely like it." Lucy winked. I nodded my head. We eat breakfast together. I let Ken help me get some pieces of grilled mutton. No one spoke, we ate quietly, and only the sound of spoons touching plates could be heard. I enjoyed chewing the meat. I lowered my head. I get emotional; I want to cry. Ken held my hand above my thigh as if he could sense my feelings. I recall how I used to live in my pack. I've always eaten alone since I was a child; no one wanted to accompany me, and th