I met her gaze, the weight of my purpose carried in the furrow of my brow. "Yes, that's right," I admitted, a mix of determination and vulnerability in my voice. "My father, the former Alpha, shared the burden of our lineage's affliction with me. Now, I'm on this quest to break the cycle, to find the Celestial one and, hopefully, cure the moon disease that haunts my kind."She leaned against one of the ancient bookshelves, her eyes assessing me with a blend of curiosity and reservation. The air in the library seemed charged, not just with the musty scent of old books but with the unspoken complexities of our conversation. The glow of candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows that mirrored the dance of emotions within."Breaking the cycle," she mused, her voice a whisper that resonated with both wisdom and caution. "It's not an easy path you've chosen. The Celestial one is elusive, and the journey to the celestial realms is fraught with challenges. Many have sought, and few have re

Their expressions lit up, a mix of gratitude and surprise. "Thank you, Alpha," the skilled warrior said, her voice a bit husky from the recent exertion. "It means a lot to us."As I turned to leave the room, my pregnant Luna joined me, standing by my side. She observed the scene with a mix of warmth and curiosity. "You're such a show off," she whispered playfully.I chuckled, my gaze still on the couple and their newborn. "Well, it's a special occasion. A reason to celebrate.""Don't get all jealous on me now," I teased in return. "I'm definitely going to throw a bigger party for you when you give birth to our little Alpha heir."Her eyes widened in mock surprise, and I could see a flush in her cheeks. The banter between us added a lightness to the moment, a reminder that amid the responsibilities of an Alpha, there were moments of joy and shared laughter.As we left the room, the sounds of the Medic district continued—soft murmurs, the occasional cry of a newborn, and the gentle hum o

A contented smile formed on my lips as I continued to stand by her bedside. The bond between mates was one forged in moments like these—simple, genuine, and filled with unspoken understanding. Her well-being was my priority, a sentiment that transcended the complexities of pack dynamics and the pursuit of celestial revelations."By the way," she continued, her voice carrying a note of eagerness, "have you seen how our son is doing? You should go check up on him." Her concern for our newborn son added a layer of tenderness to the moment. "I was about heading there after checking up on you, you know?" I replied with a soft smile, teasing her gently. She chuckled, a melodic sound that echoed in the quiet room. "Well, you've checked up on me enough. Now go check up on little Damian."Leaning down, I gave her a farewell kiss on her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my lips. Another soft kiss landed on her lips, a gesture filled with affection. "I'll be back soon," I promised

Two days had passed since the decree to leave her fate hanging in the dungeons, an ephemeral span in the grand tapestry of time. The air in the fortress seemed to carry a muted tension, a subtle undercurrent that hinted at the weight of impending revelations. As I rose from the confines of my thoughts, the decision to personally descend into the dungeons crystallized.A syringe, a cold and calculated instrument, found its place in my grasp. Its metallic surface glinted in the dim light as I made my way through the labyrinthine corridors towards the heart of uncertainty. The fortress, normally pulsating with the rhythms of life, now echoed with a somber hollowness as I approached the dungeons.The descent into the subterranean depths felt like a journey into the abyss of my own making. The stone walls, damp with the residue of shadows, exuded an atmosphere that mirrored the anticipation gnawing at my consciousness. The muffled echoes of distant sounds lent an eerie quality to the journe

I glanced at Grinjo, gauging his reaction. His furrowed brow betrayed a hint of concern, a mirrored reflection of the uncertainty woven into the narrative."I needed a distant ally, someone beyond the immediate reach of our pack," I continued, my gaze fixed on an imaginary horizon. "Someone who could rescue Fernanda from me, make her fall in love, mate with her, and awaken her powers. As the power overwhelms her for a while, she will then be captured once more, and I'll drink her blood once again, this time sure that it will cure my moon disease, and I'll keep her highly chained in silver shackles forever, and steal her blood from time to time, in order to acquire more power for the sake of our pack." Grinjo's voice sliced through the quiet, his words a curious blend of admiration and understanding. "I didn't know you were fighting for your life, Sir," he said, his tone laced with a newfound respect. "But I don't blame you for taking drastic measures to achieve your plans."His commen