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102) You are in the Crimson Pack
102 You are in the Crimson Pack
Selene
Alpha Damien had three inner warriors.
Each one of them was powerful enough to be considered a calamity on their own. They were all black wolves, pure black, the kind that carried death in their fur and terror in their aura.
Any one of them could wipe out more than a hundred trained warriors alone, without breaking a sweat. They were different in temperament, in fighting style, and in presence, but they all shared one terrifying similarity which was absolute loyalty. They would give their lives for their alpha without hesitation, and they would erase anyone he pointed at without a second thought.
And unfortunately for me, I had met all of them.
If you could even call it a meeting.
Watching them cut down my warriors like animals led to slaughter was not a pleasure. It was a memory burned into my soul, one that followed me across lifetimes when I was about to be killed by their Alpha.
The first was a man, huge, built like a living fortress. He didn’t need a sword. I had seen warriors rush at him with blades raised, confidence blazing in their eyes, only to be crushed seconds later. He fought with his fists alone, breaking bones, shattering skulls, tearing through armor as if it were paper. In terms of raw physical strength, he was the strongest among them. A monster wearing the shape of a man.
The second was their beta, Damien’s right hand. Unlike the first his weapon wasn’t just his body, it was his mind. He was terrifying in own way. He could devise a simple plan, one that seemed harmless at first glance, but it will lead an entire enemy force straight into their graves without needing to lift his sword. And if a fight did break out, it only made things worse. His swordsmanship was flawless, clean, and efficient. Fighting him felt like struggling against inevitability.
And then there was the last one.
The woman standing in front of me now.
Out of everyone who followed Damien, aside from Damien himself, she was the one I could never forget. During the war, she had been disturbingly casual as she slaughtered my people. As if people’s lives meant nothing more than an inconvenience to her. And her little pet only made it worse.
My gaze flicked to the white cat resting lazily in her arms.
That thing was no ordinary animal.
I had seen it transform on the battlefield, its small, harmless body twisting and expanding into a massive lion, crushing warriors beneath its paws, tearing through lines with terrifying ease. It had been a nightmare made flesh. Just like Lucas and the white fox, it was also a beast. Inferior to them, but still powerful, and deadly, with a frightening healing ability that made killing it nearly impossible.
Combined with the woman’s own fighting skill, they were devastating. That was why she earned the title Androphonos, the Slayer of Men. She had taken down warriors twice her size in the blink of an eye, her movements so fast and precise that death came before fear could even register.
They were all dangerous.
But what made it truly horrifying was this simple truth,
Even with all their strength, all their brutality, and all their legend, Alpha Damien still surpassed them.
If all three of them turned on him at once, he would erase them within minutes.
That was the kind of monster he was.
That was why the world feared him.
And that was the man I had slept with.
But what was she doing here, in the Mooncrest pack?
I looked at her carefully, truly studying her for the first time. She stood relaxed. And just as I was studying her, I could tell she was doing the same to me, eyes sharp, and calculating, missing nothing.
intly on the floor earlier suddenly moved. The moment
Before either of us could speak, the women who had been el they saw her, their hesitation vanished comple Successfully unlocked! uine joy as they rushed toward her all at once,
throwing themselves into her arms.
“Master” they said almost in unison, voices warm and affectione
They hugged her tightly, clinging to her like kittens, and one of them even pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Instead of pushing them away, the woman laughed softly, indulgent, and kissed her back without hesitation. Then, as if it were the
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most natural thing in the world, she leaned in and kissed the other four women as well, brief, but intimate kisses that made their faces flush red with embarrassment and happiness.
I stared at the scene in front of me.
Same sex relationship?
In the Mooncrest pack, relationships like this were frowned upon, whispered about behind closed doors, treated as something shameful. Yet here they were, openly displaying affection without fear or restraint, as if such rules had never existed in the first place.
The woman finally chuckled, a lazy, amused sound, and gently held the five women.
“Girls, girls,” she said teasingly. “I know you want attention, but have something important to take care of.”
She glanced at them with a fond smile. “You’ll give your master moment alone, won’t you?”
The women hesitated for only a second. They glanced at me, before quickly turning back to her and nodding eagerly, desperate to please her.
“Yes, master.” They echoed in unison.
“Good girls,” she said approvingly.
She kissed each of them once more before they finally filed out of the room, their laughter and soft voices fading as the door closed behind them.
Silence settled in the room.
Her white cat leapt down from her arms and landed gracefully on the counter. It looked at me briefly, eyes sharp and intelligent, before stretching lazily and curling up, closing its eyes as if it sensed no hostility from me at all.
And it was right.
I felt none.
Just like I didn’t hate Damien, I didn’t hate them either. What happened in the past was not their fault. My warriors and I had invaded their territory because of Adrian’s command. We fought and we lost.
It had been a fair fight.
I was not someone who cried over defeat, nor someone who blamed others for winning honestly. I only sought revenge when people cheated, when they used deceit and betrayal to kill me.
This was not one of those cases.
My gaze returned to the woman, and for a moment, we simply watched each other.
She was the first to break the silence.
She smiled, as if this meeting had been expected all along.
“Lady Selene Bloodrose,” she said smoothly. “To answer your question…”
Her eyes gleamed slightly.
“You are in the Crimson Pack.”
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