If you had the chance to escape from your bullies and from your unholy home... Won't you grab it? Avara endures nonstop bullying at school and at home, with no one to care. One fateful day, a school trip to the museum changes everything. She gets chased by her raging bully, Stella, who's desperate to harm her. To escape her wrath, Avara slips into a restricted museum room, only to be startled. There she finds a portrait of a beautiful queen who looks exactly like her! A janitor, who shows up, sees Avara and happily shares the tale behind the queen, revealing she is a Luna from a werewolf kingdom, said to be missing for centuries. Now the werewolves hold a century-old hunt for her successor. To the janitor, it's just a myth. But to Avara, this has to be real. Desperate to escape, Avara does the most childish thing and writes a letter to the werewolves, hoping for a response. To her shock, a reply arrives from the supposed nonexistent kingdom, inviting her over. Hopeful, she runs away from home, only to realize that the reply came from Stella, not from the werewolves! Scared, Avara flees into the woods, getting chased by Stella. Just when she thinks she's doomed, she sees what looks like the shadow of three men up ahead, feeling relieved. As she draws closer, a force pulls her through a magical portal, tossing her right into the arms of these men. Stella was gone. Like out of existence, leaving Avara confused. She soon gets herself together at the sound of the men's groans, but freezes at what she saw. Their eyes... It glowed under the moon. And their ears were long and furry. Their figures weren't human.
That's when it hits her. They're werewolves!
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"You cooked chicken instead of the Alpha's favorite bloody heart? You are done for!" Adira laughed, but her mockery faded when the three Alpha Kings walked in, their pheromones flooding the room, thick and suffocating. They ignored the bloody hearts and stopped at my table. Alpha Jay leaned in, his nose grazing my neck, sniffing me deeply before picking up the chicken. "Who made this?" he growled, his voice vibrating through my core. As he ate, his eyes never left my lips, undressing me with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Under the table, Alpha Hugo’s hand slid up my thigh, his rough fingers teasing the hem of my dress. "You taste delicious, Avara," he whispered, his fingers brushing against my wetness. Adira watched in horror as the Alphas ignored her food and feasted on mine, their bulges pressing against the table, signaling who they really wanted to eat tonight.
