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The Castle Palace..

"No Papa, I won't marry Ishaka!" Tahira screamed at her father as he just told her the worst news she had heard throughout that day.

With a deep and calm voice, King Cashito asked his daughter, "Who would you have yourself get married to?"

"To someone I love" Tahira said. The palace throne started making rattling sounds, and when it did, it meant only one thing; the king was loosing his temper.

Tahira noticed that look in her father's eyes, she knew he was about to loose it, but, she still stood her ground. That was the only way she could get herself out of the situation.

"Do you realize who Ishaka is?" The King asked again.

"I know, he's the strongest Alpha wolf in the pack. I know he's the greatest warrior we have, I know he has proven himself beyond reasonable doubts that he's worthy but, that isn't the kind of mate I want Papa." Tahira said.

"You must marry Ishaka, and that's final." The King said.

"I will not marry Ishaka, Father!" Tahira screamed and turned to leave her father's presence.


With a deep and reverberating voice, The King Shouted his daughter's name "Taaaaaaaaahhhhhhiiiiiirrrrraaaaa!!"

Tahira turned to notice that her father had shifted form. He had already changed from his human form to a gigantic alpha wolf. The castle walls were dripping with stones like it were about to collapse. He growled so loud that any other werewolf would have trembled in fear. Including the almighty Ishaka, but, Tahira was no ordinary werewolf.

*WARNING* mature content!!

The Were in The Wolf

Vampire Lord Laurent leaned back in his throne, his eyes never leaving Lady Ophelia's face. "And so you became Lady Ophelia, the noblewoman," he said. "But why did you feel the need to deceive me, of all people?" 


Lady Ophelia took a deep breath, knowing that this was the most difficult part of her confession. "I was afraid that if you knew the truth about me, you would reject me," she said. "I was afraid that you would see me as beneath you, as unworthy of your love and affection." 


Vampire Lord Laurent's expression softened, and he leaned forward again. "Lady Ophelia," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I am not so shallow as to reject someone based on their birth. I care about you, not about your title or your family. And I want to help you, to support you, no matter what." 


Lady Ophelia's eyes filled with tears, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who truly accepted her for who she was. 


The kiss