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her tiny waists tightly. I gazed, from beneath my lashes, over to her, the lady in my hands; her face was mystically perfect, the kind that could rule a man's fantasies, her hair swept back from it in a glorious, g

ttention. My nose, a barrel of smells, differentiated the smell of alcohol from the one I was inhaling now, this smell, I'd deduced, was of an intoxicating fragrance, one that enticed and drew me. Th

ntoxicating fragrance filled my senses, coming from the lady in my arms. With a se

is lady. "Mate," my wolf yelled. She immediately rose back up to her feet as she ran off, I turned and watched her disappear into the darkness. I wanted to

line to my Lyman ancestors, I am a prince who is thirsty for research, thirsty for knowledge and this thirst had made him to come to the Nightfall pack to watch closely the way of lives of werewolves. My ma

r distance, my legs called unto me- to run after her. I felt ordered by the force and I couldn't say no to the attraction as my legs moved as I followed her in her tracks. As proverbs would have it, one could not run faster than his/her shadows, but this was a differen

path, a path that led into a building, one that was made from poor constructing materials.

he

clouds of sweats as I gulped

d to no one but myself,

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has been induced. I stretched my gaze and looked over and saw two people, a man who I kn

girl, you are now making her to look like your mate when she

y what I said earlier about you being my mate and I just wanted t

anted to find out." the lady prodded and continued, "It means she is a fu*king sl*t who is jealous of the

p this case?" Ga

I deserve as your mate," she argued

guing about was the lady who had bumped into me. Not only that, she was nobody but a pathetic wolf in the pack. I sighed and turn

olf. But I had to manage- not to complain about my mate because I knew that she would add to

no

goal to tell her

oing to ac