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Tears prickled her eyes, but she blinked really hard, determined not to shed another tear about it. She'd cried non-stop three days after her visit to the hospital; she'd realized that crying does not solve a thing, except making her more miserable.

And now she's at home? It'll make her family very suspicious.

She has always been a cheerful person. More Smiles, More Kindness from life. That has always been her motto and it works for her. At least it used to.

She's a very happy person who wears a big smile on her face which, according to people around her, they say is very infectious. She believes in happiness.

After her visit to the doctor, she'd come back home to spend some more time with her family. Her homecoming is a surprise because her family knows how hard she works as a secretary to her jerk-boss in an agricultural company and how busy she always is.

They were most surprised that she got a month's leave from the office just to spend some time with them, but they are still very happy about it, so, they didn't question her sanity about her decision.

Her family has no idea their eldest daughter will be leaving this world at the age of twenty-six, after all her hard work to succeed in life.

As her eyes traced the moon and every star that surrounded it both the twinkling stars and the shooting star, Ismena made a decision then.

A list. She will make a list.

A list of everything she wants to do before she dies, and she will achieve everything on that list too. No way is she going to sit around waiting for the bitch to come calling in three months’ time, or even before.

She has a short time left on earth.

She might as well make good use of it.

KING'S TOWER, NATURIAH.

It is a full moon again.

"Yes, yes.... oh, yes!!" A female's scream of pleasure filled the air, followed by the sound of hard pounding. The slap of hips against hips so loud in the air, what's transpiring behind that closed door cannot be mistaken.

Alphose, Wolfariane's second-in-command, stood guard several feet away from the huge towering castle that is the King's abode, throwing worried glances at the building occasionally.

Alphose and a few other guards who are Cougars keep guard at the King's abode on full moon nights, because the other guards who are Werewolves have succumbed to the full moon.

To normal humans, it's just another beautiful night with a glowing moon up there, surrounded by twinkling stars. In Naturiah—especially in the Werewolf clan—it's all that and more.

A time for hunting and mating. When wolf-men have no control whatsoever and succumb to the basic needs of their animal.

Some, to hunt.

Some, to mate.

Especially to mate.

The wolf has taken over, wanting to be fed—to mate with females. To fuck. To dominate.

A mighty roar split the air as Wolfariane reached the pinnacles of pleasure and pain—again—followed by the screams of a woman who's riding out only pleasure. That is the fifth round of long hot sex, Alphose noted at the back of his mind.

Will it end here?

His question was answered when the sound of hips slapping hips began again, filling the air. This time around, even harder than the last time and he wasn't surprised.

Wolf-men are insatiable during the full moon. They hand-pick their full moon-partners who can match their appetite by their strength in battles.

The strongest Omega out of all Omegas—female wolves—always goes to Wolfariane, the King of Naturiah, before the other unmated Alphas choose theirs, and then, other wolf men.

Mated wolves have no need to choose any full moon partner. A plus for them.

Werewolves mate once in a lifetime. When they mate, they mate forever.

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