Soulmates were the last thing on Lauren's mind on that night, but fate decided to be an angel and just dumped hers without a warning.
What was even more baffling was that her soulmate was a werewolf, and an alpha at that.
Lauren didn't feel disgus...
Y'all, why did I even start adding emojis to my titles. It's hard to stop now that it's been over 29+ chapters. Da heck.
Fun fact: I HATE SPICY SHIT. It's not like, I was traumatized with demon spice when I was a kid (or was I?) but I can't handle even toothpaste mint spice. Also as a bonus fact about me, I gag immediately when I brush my tongue. I think it was this recent Monday I actually vomited from brushing my tongue, screw gag reflexes. It's one of the times where I envy porn stars who trained their gag reflex.
I just fucking realized why Lucy looked so familiar. She's almost the carbon copy of Lauren's really old puppy, Nino. Here's a fucking picture.
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If Lucy wasn't answering her name yet (I trained her to respond to her name, I'm so awesome) I could have named her Nina or Nana instead. DAMN IT. Everyone's already used to calling her Lucy too. SMH DAMN IT WHY WAS THIS BURIED IN MY USB FILE UNDER SCREENSHOTS -------
Several dozens of well-built and handsome men lined up infront of the gates of one of the major packs in the immortal councils. Each one wore different expressions, some looked determined, some looked bored and some looked very curious. But in the end, they all shared one particular goal. And that was to steal awway the Eclipse Luna for themselves.
Their rankings varied, however each one was above the Viscount rank, being in the upper part of the society. In the regular public, they would be treated with massive respect and politeness. However, not one servant had ran out to greet them and lead them into the pack.
"I say, isn't Karla going too far? To actually refuse entry towards this many alphas is just her asking for a beating." One of the relatively young men mused with a smirk. He wore the standard noble outfit, looking more like a man from the medieval times rather than being born into the 20th century.
His servant rolled her eyes at him, "It was our fault for not sending a message earlier on, Young Master. Alpha Karla doesn't have the duty to check and accept every challenge that comes her way."
Brad clicked his tongue, he was one of the Marquis ranked alpha's. Albeit he was only second to a Duke and third to the Royal pack, he was still used to being generally respected.
