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thinking; it was a twin thing, a connection we shared with no other than amongst us. He always felt guilty after sleeping with that she-wolf; I knew he wanted to go back in time and erase that day from exist

e-wolves. As hypocritical as it was, sex became an outlet to let out our frustration one way or another. It wasn't like we ever forced a

n love with her because she was the only she-wolf he ever slept with but wasn't admitting it in fear of his mate showing up. Little did she know that she was his whore, well concubine, to put it respectfully. On the other hand, I slept with an array of she-wolves, b

of our mate. Over the years, we had been advised to a take chosen mate, but we denied it; even if we had to rule alone, we would do so but wouldn't take a chosen. The luna queen crown belonged to our mate and her alone. If it were up to us, we wouldn't even ascend until our

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wolf announced our presence; father and mother dismissed the cour

alty was ass-kicking hard, but these protocols were needed. If we used to give someone an inch, they would tak

down to her level. Queen Diana, our mother, was a tiny she-wolf, but she raged hell when needed; there was a time

ad said from behind her, grabbing his mate by the arms and snuggling

tween them. But when dad turned eighteen a year before mom, his wolf confirmed mom as his fated mate. To say they were happy would be an understatement. The celebration was tremendous, from the pictures in the archive Kayden and I have seen. When looking at love like that, how could we take a chosen mate? And, deep down, we know our parents didn't want us to take a chosen mate either. On numerous occasions, Mom said that she wanted us to experience what she and dad felt because nothing can compare to it, even if they were harsh as monarchs, that never