LOGINKyler stopped, unable to finish. Nathan, in a desperate attempt to guard his borders, had signed a restrictive covenant with Windspire—but he had left a fatal gap in the trade-laws. He had only restricted sales to large-scale rivals, leaving the small, independent traders free to sell.He suddenly felt that Theo was a terrifying predator. The young Alphas of this generation are formidable hunters.Theo raised his glass, the crystal clinking against Kyler’s with a sharp, metallic ring. "Uncle Kyler, don't blame me for not marking the danger for you. Nathan has already tasted the dirt once, and his footing is treacherous. When he falls a second time, his entire pack-structure will crumble. At that moment, the Regalcrest inventory you’ve hoarded for him will become nothing but dead weight—scrap metal in a cold warehouse."Kyler tilted his head back and drained his glass in one aggressive gulp. "Thanks for the scent-warning, Theo."Throughout the entire encounter, Theo never lowered his h
Thea nodded in agreement, her eyes bright with a matchmaking spark. "That's right. Ms. Fletcher possesses a rare and youthful grace, and our Alpha is truly a specimen of superior genetics. You two..." She extended her two thumbs, mimicking a perfectly aligned mate-bond.But Theo’s gaze suddenly flashed with a lethal, silver coldness, his eyes cutting through the air like a predatory strike. Thea instantly fell silent, her scents of confusion and grievance swirling around her. Was there any other second-in-command as selfless as her? Not only did she answer every pack summons to act as his driver, but she was actively trying to secure his lineage. Why was he bristling as if she’d insulted his honor?Theo looked at the flowers on the table, and his radiant Alpha-glamour vanished, replaced by a shadowy frost. He signaled the attendant with a sharp flick of his wrist. "Clear the den. Remove the candles and the blossoms."Thea muttered under her breath, "But the atmosphere was perfectly ca
Thea was dumbfounded, her retort dying in her throat.Theo let out a soft snort at her dazed expression. This time, he did not surge ahead to leave her in his dust, but adjusted his stride to walk side-by-side with her, their shoulders nearly brushing.They arrived at the pre-booked suite. Inside, a round marble table groaned under the weight of exotic delicacies and treasures. Candles flickered, and the air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, creating a romantic, den-like atmosphere more suited for a mating ritual than a negotiation.The guests had not yet arrived.Thea looked at the arrangement with growing confusion and nervously reminded him, "Theodore, these blossoms carry specific biological messages. I fear they are inappropriate for a territorial parley."Theo tilted his head, feigning the innocence of a young pup. "Oh? Do you speak the language of the flora, sister?""The Platycodon grandiflorus signifies eternal devotion—the long wait for a mate. And lavender... it
Thea shook her head, certain of his destiny. "Theodore, you are a born conqueror. You would never have such a vulnerable moment."Years later, Theo would indeed stand at the apex of the global hierarchy, a legendary figure whom the world viewed with reverent fear. How could such a predator ever know distress?Theo gazed at Thea, his eyes darkening with a deep, ancient hue."Thea... in truth, I have walked through the valley of the outcasts before."Thea looked at him in astonishment. The boy’s eyes shone like twin stars, untainted by the grime of the world. She smiled softly. "Theodore, every wolf has their season in the rain."In her opinion, Theo was still at that tender age where young pups, oblivious to the true scent of sorrow, would forcefully howl out fabricated pains.But the next second, Theo’s voice dropped, becoming dangerously low and hoarse, vibrating with a frequency of raw agony. "I was utterly broken," he whispered. "Shamed beyond words."His expression was instantly v
She assumed he had simply bungled his attempt to look his best. "Go, wash the filth from your skin. I will refine your appearance and ensure you look like an Alpha beyond reproach."A dark, subtle smirk curled Theo’s lips. Who said I wanted to look like a prize?"The moon is high; there is no more time," Theo stated, his voice regaining its command. "Trustworthiness in one's word is a more vital scent than a handsome face."Before she could protest, his hand clamped around hers, and he began dragging Thea toward the main hall, leading her straight into the heart of the pack-gathering.Thea felt a wave of confusion clouding her senses. "Theodore, your blood-kin has arranged a potential mate-link for you today. You should focus on your courtship; leave the pack’s labor to me.""The hunt for progress never sleeps. After we offer our respects to the Great Alpha, we depart immediately," Theo stated, his voice carrying a low, command-frequency vibration.Thea glanced at his grotesque, ashen
Thea’s expression turned lethal.She slammed the car into reverse, the screech of tires silencing the two guardians instantly. She pulled up flush against them, her gaze cold enough to freeze blood."I am a business partner to your Master," she stated, her voice carrying the razor-edge of a dominant female. "He pays the tribute, and I provide the kill. You see me exhausted every day because I run the hard trails. Do you truly think there are canaries in this world who survive through such brutal labor? If I were a pampered pet, my claws wouldn't be this sharp."The two guards lowered their heads, their heartbeats fluttering in fear. "Our apologies, Ms. Thea... we were merely barking in jest.""Your jest lacks teeth," Thea countered. "It insults my honor. You insist on crediting my pelt for what my instinct earned. That is a slur against my capability.""Deeply sorry, Ma'am. Truly."Thea, sensing their submission, chose to spare them. She drove onward into the heart of the estate.The
Nathan dismissed Victoria's parents with a few curt words, his werewolf impatience showing. In the werewolf - family context, dealing with in - laws' pleas was a tiresome chore. Then, he dragged his heavy steps into the house, his werewolf gait sluggish.As he passed by Isabella's room, he didn’t i
Nathan’s face turned ashen as he snarled at Isabella in a low voice, his werewolf fangs slightly bared in his anger, “Isabella, your sister is this sick, and not only do you not care about her, but you also want to take me away. Who’s going to take care of her if I leave? Are you seriously trying t
"I don’t feel sorry for you one bit."Isabella wanted to scream in hysterical fury, her werewolf instincts howling for release, but her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to throw a tantrum. Instead, she shot him a cold glance, her werewolf eyes filled with disgust, before turning to stare out the windo
Isabella looked at him innocently, her werewolf - enhanced eyes wide and her face devoid of any guilt. In the werewolf world, maintaining a facade of innocence could sometimes be a strategic move.But Nathan stormed up to her, grabbing her arm roughly, his werewolf strength making his grip tighten







