and shift, but underneath me felt so cold and rough. My
That was the first question that penetrated my thoughts. My drowsy eyes glanced around,
dug into my eyes immediately. I didn't want to read meaning into the smiles on Malicia's face o
her, Luna Lupa... She never failed to rub her disteate toward me
my family
ing be trapped in here. Next two weeks is my eighteenth birthday
y other pack Alphas and members also came to join in the celebration of
chosen mate. He's the only one that actually cares for me in
way he cares for Malicia. Aga
nto that. Alpha Riccardo, my father,
n in this awful world. My eighteenth birthday is next
er? Just a few
e is
ell cut me off my thoughts.
ext thing, I heard the sound of an opening l
yesterday. The same messy brown hair guy, and no
, but he still looked handsome with his pale and fl
that he's our enemy. He stopped at the entranc
in the air, three
rone room. The king
e talking about King Vin
ing?" My instinct taunted m
me a cold smirk. And my eyes wide
about him, and believe me, no
his facial muscles
ode in and roughl
I yelled, struggling, bu
aven't gotten my wolf yet. But that still
me to that vicious king
are going to regret
guy smirked, tauntingly, ea
d me a wicked smile before his
here I don't know, but one thing, it's wh
with. Someone that has the mind to boldly kill his father at
ext thing, my knees were pushed to the ground with tw
raid to gaze into that bl
The third person from t
o fast. There was a dead silence, enough
closing behind me, yet I couldn't bri
through the air like a sharp sword, autho
be told who th
respond. One of the men immediately grabbed a handf
lp. But the moment my gaze fell on the man sprawled
en eyes seemed hypnotic. I gulped, my gaze sweeping over his face-chiseled f
ale skin and sharp pointed nose. My eyes lingered on his full, inviting
awn to a bloodthirsty monster? I mentally
nd I almost flinched. His au
ontact, my trembled mouth moved befo
as a deafening silence. Slowly, I nervously p
dropped. I really wanted to lo
. He's a monster!!" I scolded mysel
his time I flinched at the coldness in them. The lines in his foreh
ds on my shoulder were tight, holding me back. So in the end, I h
rward, and my breathing hitched. He's not