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with a naked woman beside me. Intricately carved wooden nightstands bracketed the bed, and a large double-door wardrobe across the room bore the same design. I got up on my feet and moved towards t
skin. My wolf Drakon also sensed it, and since then, it has become edgy, temperamental, and capricious. Some days, it completely shuts out from me, whereas on other days, it creeps and squirms
k. I find this hugely liberating. Nothing diminishes anxiety faster than action. The action here refers to females kn
to guess if she was just in deep sleep or passed out because of the cessation of her movements. Red
asms she passed through, through the passaging night, but my monstrosity took ov
paperwork for a new business plan. My eyes fell upon the m
billionaire, heir of the biggest archaeology company, and dealer in Anc
s", I s
elight, but Richtor- my beta and Mar
fness. My hands clutched tightly on an envelope in the drawer, fingers and knuckles as white as a ghost, drained out of the b
inging with it a set of unfortunate events. A black-veiled mage, reeking of unworldly powers, took my Anna away from me and sent her to the gates of hell for eternity to suffer, to be dipped repeatedly into the solitude of darkness. My people and I were also cursed and became the most terrific form of a werewolf, a ghost wolf on every
with my hungry cock deep inside her core. She moaned, looking at me with her widely opened hazel eyes. My hands clenched around her wrist to hold her in plac
ice inside my mind. I released that woman. My body also released itself of
d thought, she grabbed her clothes and ran away from m
tacked on my desk, meetings with employees and scouting, touring through our
cky enough to lay our hands on his ornate combat sword." Richtor filled in as we were walking through th
rest of their lives. As for all the remaining witnesses, keep them under your nose. If anyone tries to run away, then set for a hun
ind already pondering the wa
g nostrils, "Today is a full moon day. I will be in the dungeon before
what I meant, his head s
on the dungeon wall. My olive skin was deeply tanned, showcasing my bulky, muscular, sculpted body. My crewcut dark hair on top of my square
connected the chains to the metal wall behind me. My bones were breaking down and resettling, stretching my skin like rubber to accommocontrolled spasms, trying to break through the chains, trying to escape. It was an instant transformation into the Ghost wolf, but the pain at that moment was enough to take life as if hundreds of glass shards we
angerous, the deadliest predator among werewolves, with no control and mercy. A deathly green
unding air as deadly waves, constantly echoing through the dungeon
and kill, rampage everything around, taste blopower to my muscles and bones. A powerful urge to destroy these shackles coated my senses like an obsession. I know that my
e scent o
and with a quick snap, I broke free from the shackles binding me to the walls of the dungeon. I rush