Dylan was living on cloud nine.The curl at the corners of his lips did not waver even when he sat in his office alone. Oftentimes, his Beta would find him chuckling out of nowhere at any given moment.A sudden soft knock pulled Dylan from his reverie.“Come in.” Dylan’s deep voice resonated inside the desolate office of the alpha.On cue, Dylan was assaulted by the alluring smell of his mate. It took everything in him to stop himself from inhaling the sweet smell in one go. His gaze remained fixated on the petite figure who was now sauntering toward him with a big grin sporting on her beautiful face.“Is everything alright?” Concern laced in his voice. He was about to stand and meet Diana halfway when Diana shook her head gently, gesturing him to sit still.He watched with his predatory eyes how Diana sits carefully on his office couch. Dylan immediately stood up, walked to where his mate was seated, and immediately propped his ass down. His hand found its way to Diana’s right as he

“Elder Shananel,” called a man, whose chin touching his hairy chest. He was clad in the same robe as Shananel—a symbol that he was a member of the Werewolf Committee and he held the ‘Elder’ position. Upon seeing Shananel’s cold glance toward him, his plump cheeks reddened when he realized he was almost wet on the spot.‘Just you wait, bitch! Once my plan runs, I will make sure you will be my bitch, panting for my cock every day.’ The train of thought from Elder Shom was left unnoticed as his eyes remained humble and his oily lips stretched to a friendly grin toward the stone-cold Elder Shananel.“As I was saying, one of the elders will inspect the Blood Claws Pack. This will be our last attempt to find the Pandora’s Box before they realize that such a treasure is hidden in their midst,” said Elder Shananel.Seated in the round table with her fellow elders, the moonlit sheen could barely enter the tightly closed curtains of the meeting room.Shananel looked to his right where a middle-

Sporting a four-month-old baby bump, Diana decided to wear a black dress that emphasized her growing cleavage and her shoulders. Donning her greatest armor—her red lipstick—she stood side by side with Dylan Cain as they waited a few feet away from the pack house’s door.“You are meeting your enemy, babe, not your suitor,” Dylan mumbled under his breath. His sharp eyes remained on the lookout. The way he stood with his wide shoulders square and his spin straight like a rod while his chest puffed up like the proud alpha male that he was—no one would believe that he was secretly throwing a tantrum just because Diana was wearing something so beautiful and it was not even for him.Diana would even be more amazed if he could read her mate’s mind. Only murder and torture filled Dylan’s mind. Of course, the target of such bloodshed was the incoming pair of elders.Diana rolled her eyes before she replied. “I know, babe. You told me that like… a hundred times already since I came out from the

The sound of the shattering glassware hitting the wall did not deter the omegas who were standing in line at the far corner of the room. On the floor, broken pieces of highly-valued vases lay in tatters. Amid the onslaught of anger-filled heaving and menacing growls, the omegas pinned their gazes on their toes. They were quite used to this already.Ever since the future Luna returned from their visit to the Blood Claws Pack, Anastasia kept herself locked up in her room in the pack house of the Crescent Pack. The only one who could calm her anger was her chosen mate—Axel Crescent, the future alpha of the Crescent Pack. But the young future alpha was busily planning with the Werewolf Committee for the betterment of the Crescent Pack, leaving the young future luna alone.Today was one of her ‘red’ days wherein she would shatter anything in her sight—things she used to cherish were now discarded on the floor, ripped to pieces, and broken beyond repair.Inside her room, where the sunlight

“Mason, leave me. If you leave now, at least our daughter has still one parent left. Losing me won’t hurt that much!” Lorraine sobbed. She hugged her mate’s left hand which was now wrapped with the only spare cloth between them—her handkerchief that she tied in her hair the day they were siege.Mason flicked Lorraine’s forehead. With his right hand, he wiped her tears with his knuckles. “I just lose a finger, not my ability to protect. Even if it comes to choosing between us, I would rather let you leave here and tell our daughter what kind of hero her father is until his last moment.” Giving her a comforting smile, he tucked the disheveled hair of Lorraine behind her ears. He continued, “I want to be remembered by my mate as her hero and to be embedded in my daughter’s heart as her mother’s hero than flee without my last bit of pride. You can’t deprive me of that, Lorraine. Anyone can, but not you.”Lorraine heard the heartache in Mason’s voice. Despite his unshaven face and grimy ap