Martin felt his jaw drop slightly at the Alpha's words. He had never heard of a pack Alpha marrying so young, let alone taking multiple wives. He glanced over at Maguire, who was stoically sipping his drink and avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. The girl, who had been nervously twirling her hair, looked up at the Alpha with a small smile. Martin could see that she was trying her best to appear happy and content, but he could see the sadness in her eyes that he couldn't ignore. He wondered what kind of life she would have, being married off to a man old enough to be her father. The Alpha seemed to sense Martin's discomfort and quickly changed the subject, asking him about his journey and how he had been faring in the Crescent Moon Pack. Martin tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind kept wandering back to the young girl sitting beside the Alpha. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for all the other women in the pack who had been forced into such a life. T

Could he had known it would be so consuming? Everything about her was vivid and honed sharp. Her taste an intoxicating mix of both lavender and lily so livid. Her skin as lush as petals drenched in evening dew. Her scent as dark as his own passion. Her need as sharp as a freshly whetted blade. She arched against him, offering, challenging, crying out when he sought. Pleasure aroused in him as her small agile body pressed against his. Strong willful she rolled over him to exploit and explore until his breath was on fire in his lungs and his body a mass of sensation. His wolf didn't like her taking control, but Hercules had lost the will to fight at the moment. Half-mad he tumbled with her on the ground. When he lifted himself over her, he could see the wild curtain of her hair like a dark cloud, the deep, rich glow of her eyes as they clung to his. Her breathing was as hurried a s his own. Her body as willing. Palm to palm their hands met, fingers gripping hard like one soul graspi

The sun was beating down on them mercilessly, scorching their skin and making them feel as though they were walking through an oven. Sweat poured down their faces, soaking their shirts and dampening their hair. The constant glare of the sun made their eyes ache, and they were forced to squint against the blinding light. Their backs were hunched from hours of walking, and their legs felt as though they were made of lead. Every step felt like a herculean effort, and their feet throbbed from the relentless pounding on the hard ground. Audrey's legs were trembling, and she could feel her knees giving out from under her. Their throats were parched, and they longed for a sip of cool water. But their water supply was running low, and they didn't know when they would come across another source. Their stomachs grumbled, reminding them that they had been walking for hours without any food. All these factors combined to make them feel utterly drained and exhausted. The fatigue they were experi

They both had came a long way, the unforgiving sun providing a mirage at each bend that they would wrath in the possibility of. “How do we even find our way to the Warlock community”. May, even though coveted by the shade casted by Martin’s shadow, could still be engulfed by the seeking heat. “I don’t even know, I didn’t think this through.” “Perhaps we can ask around in any of the nearest village we see.” May was subtle in giving an actually alright suggestion. “That one there looks like it would know where it is, maybe we should stop by and inquire from the local.” Martin suggested. “But we know the warlock community is under seize, is it really wise to heave it’s name in our mouths?” May could tell of the gravity of a warring people, from experience. The manner in which the two packs they had visited involved with their cases so quickly could be attributed to the state of their pack, at least that’s what she thought deep down. With somber steps and a raise palm to block th

“I don’t understand?” She said, as she tried to pry into the reason for his abrupt agreement. “But sire, we can’t just help her when she knows about the warlocks and Valentine.” The werewolf said. “Woah!” A chorus from the crowd cheered and intercepted his reveal. The Alpha’s expression now stiffened as he broke the cup in his hand, causing blood to rush. A smile now etched its way as his eye signals to he guards mounted at the door cause them to knock and invite the rest into the viewing area. “You are a fool, I’ll have you know that.” The Alpha said as he snapped his finger and used his hand to caress his forehead. “Thud!” A large sound led an echo throughout the room that ceased the array of moaning that served in the rhythm of background noises. Now everyone stood silent, except for the drugged werewolf that still managed to continue her enveloping the Alpha length into her mouth. They all stared at the aligned werewolves that formed a straight path from the corner to