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In the woods, Lena sat with her legs crossed. Her eyes were fixed on a spot as she continued panting. Moments passed, but she has not been herself. After running a great distance without stopping, she felt as though time would erupt and she would lose it all.

With a gasp, she released her breath through her lips, repositioned, and then scanned her surroundings with her gaze. She mumbled, continuing looking around, "I can finally depart from here after having enough rest—"

She closed her eyes tightly, attempting to preserve the face of the body she saw laying in her father's house while she relived everything that had happened there. "That picture!" She took it out and hurled it straight to the ground. “It's this face! It was him!” she clutched her palms to her chest. “What…what is he doing there?” She realized that the room was frigid and covered with blood.

Right then, her heart began to sink into her stomach. “Wait! My father…..” she shook her head, not trying to even think about it. “He can't! That's not possible!” she licked her lips.

“If you continue this journey, I won't be of help…” her wolf muttered and her nose wrinkled. “It isn't a joke!”

"Fine, then I shall take a nap before continuing." She laid on the floor, her head resting on the bag she was holding. "That man in there can not have been slain by my father, right?" she asked her wolf, expecting to get a positive response.

Her wolf barked angrily. "What were your expectations when you noticed it was the man in the photo? Was it a dream?”

She shook her head. "But I still cannot believe it. That Don must have done it to implicate my father for murder." She exhaled and nibbled her lower lips. “Father can't do that. He didn't do it.”

“Stop distracting me!” her wolf retorted.

She hissed. The agony of knowing her father actually murdered the man is one she would rather not experience. However, the blood is no longer fresh—it has all dried up. And his face is worn out, indicating that he was not slain lately. Then it indicates one thing: his corpse was being cared for there to prevent deterioration.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she reflected on what had transpired. "It would have been preferable if you were alive to answer my queries. I do not want to think you did this—so let it be that you were framed," she whispered and swallowed gently.

She remembered the happy times she had with her father and the brief time she had with her mother before she passed away, and her eyes closed in agony. She can not erase them from her memories due to this experience.

“That door! I suppose my father was the only one who was aware of it." she shook her head. "Whoever handles the corpse must have known about it—then I will know whether my father was innocent or not." She sniffed and wiped her cheeks.

She drifted off while still thinking.

~

Following Lena's scent, Alpha Dante dashed out of the palace. He hurriedly walked, growling inside, "I will find you again like that night—you will not be able to break out of my captivity."

The Alpha Don was out for a stroll for the first time, and as a result, everyone who saw him bowed respectfully. It did not matter how many he would pass; his main goal was to capture Lena and imprison her in his chamber.

His wolf warned him, "I can not be outside the mountain on the full blue moon."

He winked. “Sure! I have that in mind." He must make sure that, when the full moon rises, he locates Lena and takes her up the mountain with him. Tonight, he will f*ck as many women as he wishes. A lot of them will plead that he forgives their honeypot—while still wanting to be f*cked till they pass out.

Lena will keep an eye on him because she is both his mate and slave.

Entering the woods, the scent increased, rushing into his nostrils like ever. He inhaled it all and smiled sluggishly. “She has a sweet scent. I also need to know if her dampness is as sweet as this.” he kept walking deeper into the woods, still trailing the scent.

He noticed her sleeping soundly on the floor only a few feet away.

"I think you should relax for tonight's duties..." he whispered and walked closer. He recognized that the individual approaching her was male, so he stepped aside to find out more about his plans. “Omega rogue!” he sniffled.

A loud growl of jealousy from his wolf as he watched him from behind, seeing how he continued licking his lips while examining her body in further detail. “That's my slave, and she belongs to me alone. I possess her and everything in her.” his fist clenched.

Taking cautious steps towards Lena, he carefully grasped the rogue by the neck and drew backward, making sure he could not see his face. His hold was so painful and firm that the rogue was unable to free himself.

He carried him to a concealed area of the woods and pinned him there. With his claws jabbing through his flesh, he growled, "How dare you crave for her body?" He spun around to face him, startling him, saying, "You dare not share my slave with me, renegade."

Upon noticing his sparkling eyes, the young man closed his eyes. He understood that he was the Alpha Don and that no one who displeased him would get away with it. Despite being a vicious Alpha, he nonetheless prioritizes his people.

“Your Majesty!”

"Do not let me break you into bits..." he yelled, releasing him and taking to his heels at that instant.

He turned back to face Lena, who was sound sleeping.

"Why does she seem more attractive while she is sleeping? As my slave, your honeypot should be the sole attractive thing in you," he chuckled, looking at her.

The clock kept ticking and everywhere became dark. He sat down next to Lena this time, who yawned and opened her eyes. "Welcome back to the real world!"

His icy tone poured into her ear. Her pulse skipped a beat, and as she carefully turned her neck to the side, she noticed that he was looking directly into her eyes. She went dumb. Her limbs became numb. The night she found her after the plane crash hit her brain….it wasn't funny at all.

"How will I punish you?" his voice shattered the quiet between them.

She gulped hard, unsure what to say—but unable to remain silent.

“Did you find the corpse?” he asked again.

This time, she had an answer but was not sure whether to say it or not. If she does, he may use it against her; if she does not, she will still be punished—even if the twenty-four-hour period has not yet expired—because he caught her fleeing.

“Female!”

She turned to look into his intense golden-orange eyes, which sparkled like lightning. She quivered, mouth gaping. As she struggled to get the bravery to speak to Him, she felt a burning sensation all over her body. Although the temperature was not high, her body appeared to be on fire.

She then began sweating intensely.

Looking at herself, she was covered in fur, her claws were visible, and her tail was wagging. She wasn't sure what was going on with her, not until a bright light shone on their faces—it was the full blue moon and she was going into heat.