At that very time, a powerful impulse to locate Ian and deliver my strongest blow to him struck me at three hundred miles per hour. Despite not knowing the answer myself, I lifted my little finger and wrapped it around Theo's, saying, "Pinky promise." "Silly," he chuckles. "That's supposed to be my line, you fucker," I say. "You and your beautiful, wide range of vocabulary," he continues. I inhale another of his sweet laughs, which fills the whole space. His laugh is so infectious that I can't help but chuckle too. I was well aware that it would be our final meal together until this wretched week was finally over.
Idiots. Every single one of them is a fool.
I let out a laugh that simultaneously turned into a cheeky smile.
I take a quick look around before pulling up at the magnificent mansion where the party was being hosted. And, I should add, a celebration that started without my beautiful presence.
How thoughtful.
I pull my hood up before heading through the residence's massive doors and toward the ballroom. Folks danced and talked. There were laughs and smiles across the large room. I winced. It is absolutely terrible to be in a room full of werewolf odors.
I twisted up my nose. In this place, how in the hell do you find your mates?
An annual meeting is hosted by the council-sorry, the council. It was anticipated that werewolves sixteen and up would take part. Its goal is to bring unmated wolves together and the Alphas above everything else. As expected, the newlyweds converse, fall in love, kiss, make out, fuck, and have a little nevertheless, everyone who belongs to any rank of werewolf-Alphas, Betas, Omegas, etc.-is "invited." The mating ball is kind of required, if I may put it that way. That didn't really matter, though, because practically all of the wolves were eager to go in the hopes of meeting their soul mate.
the Royal Crimson Pack excluded.
They are strong, authoritative, and well-liked. They were superior to the Council because of this. No, they didn't misuse their authority or destroy packs at random. However, once they become angry, they won't show you any mercy and will methodically tear you apart, ensuring that you receive the worst execution anyone has ever seen. I've heard that, anyway. The Royal Crimson Pack is unstoppable for anyone who dares face them. You can run, but you can't hide, as they say.
However, that wasn't important to me, was it? As if I would ever become involved in their affairs.
The rumors were what mattered to me at the moment. I've attended this event for three years, and in that time I've learned enough to say that the young leaders of the Royal Crimson Pack were, to put it mildly, amazing. Men and women alike exclaimed over their stunning appearance and captivating personalities. It piqued my interest.
Word of the new company spread, as though the Moon Goddess heard us poor, unlucky peasants. It appears that the Crimson Pack will be present at the Mating Ball this year.
Finally, fucking. Something to soothe my ennui was what I needed.
I walked around the room aimlessly, not wanting to come into contact with anyone. I mean, no disrespect, but these folks are boring. without incident. Put differently: unfun. It is a waste of time to interact.
I head to the food area because I'm hungry and grab a plate and four tiny slices of cake. I practically started to drool just looking at it. It had such a lovely appearance. I was going to make the most of my pricey meal, as I hadn't had any in a long time.
I notice the gossip that reverberated through the room as I raise the fork to my mouth.
"Were they visible to you? I've never felt-I'm not sure how to put it-like this! However, I feel like my heart is about to explode." One grinned, her cheeks very red.
I sampled a piece of cake. It tasted great.
"How could anyone be so perfect?" asks another person. How fortunate could the mate of Alpha Theo be? She must have accomplished something noteworthy in a previous life."
I wag my eyebrows, curious.
"I feel as though I've fallen from heaven," a man utters, his gaze vacant.
One more person says, "Imagine what a great fuck that is."
The snort that escaped the ladylike facade I was digging for was unavoidable.
Like the refined lady that I am, I use a tissue to wipe my mouth clean after eating. I gather myself up, straighten the hood of my black cape, and give the outfit I recently stole from a girl a gentle pat. I'm happy the fabric was comfortable.
All I would like is for it to be crimson so that it appears really menacing. On the contrary, I looked like a saint in the white outfit. Pft.
My curiosity piqued, and I strolled in the direction that the folks were leaving.
There were around five young men and ladies in the visible crowd. I was ecstatic, as always. My veins are full of vigor; therefore, it made me feel excited.
The Royal Crimson Pack was it.
The majority of them sneaked glances while making a concerted effort to hide their attendance, acting as though it didn't even somewhat interest them. It was a catastrophe. It was obvious that the crowd was evaluating the performances as though they were works of art.
And I acknowledge that I was in that group of people.
They were really of high caliber.
I could see the power in all five of them with just a glance. Curiosity was racing through my head, and I couldn't help but become more and more enthralled.
One of them, a handsome guy with curly hair, olive skin, and stunning honey brown eyes, had a bored expression on his face. To be honest, I didn't hold it against him. The celebration could be even livelier. I thought the guy looked like someone who could have portrayed the jock in a romantic teen film. There was something very macho about him.
I saw that his powerful arms were encircling the waist of someone else. His countenance softens as he looks at her.
A tiny smile couldn't help but appear on my face. There was never any doubt in my mind about their beauty as a couple.
With her blonde hair falling in lovely waves, the girl rests her head on his shoulder. Her complexion was pale, and her eyes were ocean blue. She exudes angelic beauty and exudes the same vibe as the girl next door.
My gaze moves to the individual on her right, whose features are identical to hers. identical twins.
The youngster had the same ocean-blue eyes and straight blonde hair that reached his ears. On the other hand, he appears to be a bothersome little devil, a joker, or the life of the party. A miscreant, if you will.
Observe who is speaking. It wasn't as though I was unique.
His eyes were wide, and his lips were pursed. After some time, I came to the conclusion that he was making an unsuccessful attempt to soothe his partner.
The girl's skin was fair and glowing. Her bangs were combed to one side, and her dark hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her brows were furrowed, her countenance dissatisfied as she scowled at her mate, giving off a kind appearance. He protruded his tongue.
What a strange couple.
There was another man next to them, and I would be lying if I didn't find myself drawn to him more than the others.
In some way, he seemed more formidable. More intriguing. More captivating. The stunning young man had a sly smirk on his lips and a cunning look in his exquisite gray eyes. He had a look on his face that gave me the impression that we were the pieces in a game that he was playing.
His facial features were exquisite, perhaps sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. I was torn between wanting to be him and wanting to be his.
How come she couldn't make me look this good?
I couldn't help but be drawn to him for some reason. It was drawing me in and persuading me to approach. I was drawn to him because he was the most attractive man I had ever encountered.
I felt a stirring inside of me and a strong desire to see him. I'm driven to do anything that includes him, inside and out.
I'm not sure how long I kept watching him. And, to be honest, I wasn't all that bothered.
And then those hypnotic gray eyes met mine.
Goddamn, motherfucking crap.
I wanted to seize this opportunity and hold onto it forever. My heart begins to beat more rapidly. I could no longer see my surroundings and was only able to concentrate on the attractive young man. It felt as though my heart might suddenly leap out of my chest.
A strange, unanticipated thought crosses my head.
I cock my head, examining him closely. He followed suit.My mouth twitches in a frown. He followed suit.
We were both observing one another and taking in the unexpected idea.
"Copycat!" I exhaled deeply.
Though the concept was deeply ingrained in my thoughts, it didn't feel real.
His eyes sparkle with interest as a smile spreads across his face. He looks me up and down, pride swelling in his chest, and his stares cut right through me.
"Pleased to meet you, mi amor," he says as he opens his mouth to speak.
His deep, velvety voice gave off an uncontrollable, chaotic vibe in my head. My heart is thumping with passion and energy. Unconsciously, I shudder.
I smile as the edges of my mouth lift up. How fascinating.
"I'm glad to have met you as well, buddy," I reply, speaking slowly and clearly.
We didn't avert our gaze. Not at all.
There was a yell after that.
"Capture her!" The mob dispersed. The guards rush in my direction. Whoa.
I salute my mate and try to capture his beauty as I look back at him one last time. I failed to notice the chuckle on his face.
Did I not say that rogues were not allowed at the mating ball?
Hehe, sorry.
I took off running.
"Damn them!" I scream. I sense my inner wolf and thwart his advances, yet he continually emerges. Jon is just another prick who dared to approach him with that blasted needle. Ophelia has left. I start to crawl into the dirt, letting my wolf come out and my shift take over. I bolt. Behind me, a hundred paws are striking the ground. I experience bursts of fire and anguish, yet everything is consumed by wrath. I awakened to see the light rising over the hills ahead of me. I blearily eye the orange disk. Is it dawning on you? I haven't let my wolf get to me since I was eighteen. "Alpha," croaks Jon's voice. Sticking to his bare, perspiring flesh are the filthy muck and forest debris. His lower face is covered in stubble, with dark circles under his eyes from weariness. He appears just as bad as I do. Ophelia. She's gone from me.
"You ever brave enough to ask Emily out, wimp." I said back to Ivan. Mom clearly did not know about Ivan's liking toward Emily. She glared at Ivan and said "we'll talk about this later." "Good luck, she's angry you didn't tell her." I whispered to Ivan. He slightly pushed me, I laughed at him because his cheeks looked like a tomato. We reached the front of the Pack House. Everyone was lined up Alphabetically of their family name. Kat was still uneasy, she's been the most uneasy ever since I stepped out of the car. I still don't know what it is. Maybe She feels like danger is about to happen. How could any danger happen, we were a strong Pack. The Royal family was coming so that meant that we'd get help from them if a attack were to happen. Maybe I just really need to go on a run.
The werewolves had gained control of the earth long ago, and we humans had been reduced to their status as followers in the once-leading civilization. Although I was raised in this hierarchy, I still enjoy reading about the earlier eras when people were unaware of the species that now coexist peacefully with mankind. It seemed like a much better period to me and my father, who had inspired me to read. We humans were divided into packs at this point. My family was a member of the Crescent Moon pack for many generations, and just like the other humans, we were ranked lowest among the wolves in the group. entirely under the control of wolves. A similar set of laws was established by the government, although each pack had subtle variations based on the Alpha, the leader. Although it was claimed that we lacked a president or monarch to guide us all together, in a roundabout way, we did. The guy in charge of us all is none other than Alaricus Knight, also known as The Beast. Because of his immense power, no one would ever dare attempt to rebel against him. He was a recluse and was seldom seen. In my brief 17 years, I had never seen him myself. Even though the majority of people had never seen him, he had destroyed our lives because he had established a rule that could alter our course in life permanently. Werewolves have mates-soul mates, if you will-who they genuinely fall in love with at first sight or scent. Regardless of their relationship status, it is stated that a human can never deny a wolf their partner because a wolf cannot exist without their mate. It was said that the beast was close to 400 years old and had never had a partner. Nevertheless, he had destroyed everyone's life for something he had never even experienced. It was stated that he would never be able to have a partner since he was just too nasty and evil, and maybe that was true. Whoever could love the beast, after all?
Bianca's life takes a drastic turn when she's forced to work as a maid to the captivating mafia boss, Leonardo De Luca, to pay off her father's debt. As she navigates the intricate web of Leonardo's world, she's drawn into a complex dance of power, passion, and deception. Between serving coffee, attending college, and fighting off Leonardo's advances, Bianca must confront her own feelings and the reality of her situation. But as she becomes more entwined in the mafia's world, she realizes her heart is totally captivated. Will she find a way out, or forever be bound to the mafia?
What will occur after that, then? Not just one Alpha will follow me. Let me have two. I scream. I guess these individuals like to play poker with my life a lot. Alex said, "No one will come after you, Ava," and I slumped against the marble. Also, why is that? I queried. My eyebrows furrow as I gaze from Alex to Isadora and back to Alex. "Because once you do your job properly, there won't be any more Alphas," I say. I do, however, rely on Isadora to make things plain. "What does he mean?" I inquired about her. When she continues, "Once you deliver us the blue moonstone, we will harvest its power to immortalize Alex, and once that is done, we will destroy the stone, thereby destroying every Alpha in existence," her eyes turn silver and gleam forever.
For Amanda, a 24-year-old college student, it's only a one-night affair. Her mother is determined to use her infant father to improve their precarious situation after she sees him on the cover of a magazine labeled as a billionaire and a Casanova. A 26-year-old billionaire named Derek has had strong sexual desires ever since his encounter with Amanda. Having a baby is not at all important to him, and he has no interest in keeping a woman. He first denies knowing about Amanda's pregnancy until Amanda's mother threatens to ruin his reputation. Will Derek consent to the union? Will Amanda continue to be pregnant despite being rejected? Will she be able to handle it when he calls her names and tells her that he doesn't want her?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
After a one-night stand with Gavin Russell, the Powerful and cold alpha CEO, Iris Green was smitten and she thought there could be something between them after realizing they were fated mates. Her hopes were crushed by his harsh words, "I don't eat the same food twice." Broken, she returned to her city to manage her family business but soon realized that a seed had been planted. Giving birth to a set of twins, she could not endure raising them alone, when they looked exactly like him. She sent one of them to Gavin with a note, "Dessert after supper." Gavin frowned when he received the parcel, from his son. He sent people to fetch that blondie but it was as if she disappeared from the face of the earth. Of course, the Green family was mysterious and she was the new head of the family. She only gets seen whenever she wants to be.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.