Desired By The Alpha

who stood outside of the main tent spoke with an undertone of pity in his vo

?" The other man's lips contorted into an acrid grin as he listened

ing member of the Eastern pack's werewolf pack!" The first guy sent a scornful glance in the direc

not know. At the front door, there was a tall guy standing in the way of the visitors. As he took up a writing

nt. There were four werewolf packs located on the outskirts of the town, and the Northern pack was said to be the most well-known as well as the most pros

p that was conducted once a year at one of the werewolf packs ma

o clueless that I didn't even know the Alphas' names. The explanation was uncomplicated: I dwelt in the heart of the tow

hat the females who were around me would look down their noses at me and reprimand me for something that I had d

ny would only serve to coerce the werewolf females, who would be picked by the males of the four most powerful packs in the area, into participating

d the females chatting

who will be taking

rly be heard to be brimming with enthusiasm.

a Asta

s by it. Who doesn't have a connection to this individual? Alpha Asta Moore was the head of the Southern werewolf pa

e was startled when she realized that she had just spoken it in an extremely loud voice, and a hint of blush came on her cheeks as a result

hought was a funny joke. It was obvious that they had overheard the dial

ghout the werewolf community as a notorious killer who had committed the act of killing his own mother when he was a teenager. Nobody understood

ng lady gave a shrug. "My grandfather was there fo

lpha Asta Moore! When it came up again, t

a member of the Western Pack's Beta strid

ecause I had a fear of Asta. I had been forewarned of his ferocity by more than one account, and the m

the concept, but I immediately brushed it off and took a few deep breaths to settle myself down. I couldn't help but quiver at the thought. How did this