Alpha's Secretary
NE - RESU
n the darkness of the thick forest. It was ghost quiet
harp razor teeth with saliva dripping off of them, long
ing over, into the thick forest cutting throug
ation, where a glowing river was flowing turbulentl
ments he jumped out of the water, he was now in his Human form
olfsbane to weakened him before he was killed with the silver bullet
h is located in the deepest place in the Wood, the cricket is now silent
k hid behind the trees to know if it was true the al
me
d members of the pack walked up to him, with cla
anded a cloth to the alph
ny powers running in the alpha's body, his aura was st
the whole wood,
lead you" the alpha said in a low tone th
mansion" the alpha a
pa Tyler was also an alpha who fell in love with human
giving birth to Tyler Jac
itch woman the first moment she set her eyes on Jack he emphas
a, she uncast the spell away after the birth of Marcus, Jack was very an
kes Marcus the CE
S TYLE
ty where only alpha, werewolf, and demons came together to have a meeting or
e closer to the building it's cast with dark magic, grandpa wa
Tyla, with a flash he was already in his roo
running at full speed upstairs which
move fast upstairs even if he was old witho
to the dark room
hat was going inside but it was blocked. No one can
is dead in the w
d Marcus Faxon, he stared emotionlessl
ich was just the length of
olomon is betrayed gamm
ith gritted teeth hearin
into my Pack after betraying me and my pack" he sai
the blood war he was given a mate but he felt it was not his mat
ill be killed in the blood war. If Luna wants a fighting war with t
r mother was a witch and you inher
arcus roared, and immediately his fang came out long and sharp, he
m" grandpa Tyler growled as Sol
elcome back Alpha" Tyler grinned, put
e members now
uman form bowing their heads which they don't dare to raise without
couch, crossing his long straight leg. He can r
all rise"
ght?" He asked, and they all started mu
d and they became
growled and
ta mack stay
reabouts of Deliana?"
death, he was now
He bellowed his fist on the la