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Meum Miraculum

Meum Miraculum

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Chapter 1 Prologue > Dreams Beyond The Pack

Word Count: 2319    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

when humans didn't know about the creatures that now openly live among us. To me and my father who I had gotten my passion of reading from, it seemed like a much greater time. Now all of us hu

completely

The Beast. No one would ever dare attempt to rebel against him, for he was much too powerful. Seldom seen, he kept to himself. I myself in my short 17 years had never seen him. Most humans had never seen him, but despite that he had ruined our lives, for there was a rule for all humans that he ha

d the lives of all the humans for something he had never even experienced. It was said he never would, for he was m

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k. It had proven to be very useful over the many years I spent in school, but today was the first day of summer break, the end of the torturously

filled with prideful werewolves who thought they were much better then us human students, who there ve

aces around the world that were not ruled by wolves, and I planned to practise there, after ten long gruelling years of post secondary. My mom though didn't understand that, she was a pessimist who always said I would never get permission from our alpha to stay in the free state, after college, she believed him letting me out of pack territory was

as very odd because Knight wasn't very social, he tended to skip anything which involved socializing only adding to the long list of reasons he was called a beast. The mating

aring in anger, she was angry and as usual it was my fault. My father knew better then to anger her. My da

you want to wear to the ba

y biting into my l

her dainty little nose begin to turn red in anger. To my relief my answer seemed to appea

uspiciously her eyes probing at me, pressuring me to crack an

stare enviously, I was going to miss them, but perhaps some time alone would benefit my parents, make it easier on them. Having an unmated child no matter their age in the hous

t." My dad said his voice cracking s

king my dads eyes widen knowing my mom always lived upto her promises. After my mom had completely cleaned my room and me and my da

dried my hair quickly, pulling on a soft creme sweater and dark jeans before stumbling down the s

only to see somebody we were unfortunate enough to call a neighbour approaching. He was a pack warrior, and absolutely like every other high positioned pack member loved by the unmated females. Unfortunately he seemed to enjoy the fact that I wasn't vying for

g, and I struggled to not cringe. Luckily though before I had to endure the awkward small talk my friend pulled up in her cute little blue car be

her a grateful smile while panting a

e beat. Marina chatted animatedly about her boyfriend, and I tried to pay attention, trying to give her the be

es and trying on thousands of dresses we had finally found a beautiful blue number for Marina. While she purchased that in the very long line I told her to meet me in the adorable cafe and book store at

olved around their mate, and since humans were rarely allowed to publish most books were about mates. In a way they were very romantic, besides the fact that their m

ieve in love at first sight, love was not loving someone for their looks but getting to know them, falling in love with their personality their odd little quirks, and loving them despite their imperfections, and that was only found in human romance books. Werewolves were big on romance sin

e that had passed by and before I knew it Marina was there dragging me out while scolding me when I

, a very soft pink that was off the shoulders and slightly trailed behind me when I walked. It was absolutely stunning, but nothin

ld be at the ball, over dinner and the dr

ast try to be excited ab

id defensively I knew I was a prude

bit back while aggressively bit

Marina said, and I gulped realizing she was right there was a 30% chance there was a psychotically possessiv

iatrist traveling the world, volunteering at orphanages around th

owing my parents my dress, I went to bed thoroughly exhausted from all t

rsized mutts claiming I was theirs and rippin

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