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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Come together y'all."
He couldn't count them. He wasn't sure whether or not he could. The wolves were swaying towards them. Were they the wolves Lycaon talked about? He couldn't be sure. His heart was in his mouth. He obviously was the eldest, and the mates, even the pack was in his palms. He would tell what would be or not. Whatever he say would be the intiator of whatever they were supposed to be. Whatever their fates was supposed to be. He didn't have much time to think. There was nothing to think. He knew he was too weak for it. He looked towards Pelasgus, he simply wasn't interested. Twas littered all over his face. He didn't hide it. He had no idea what had become of his brother. He didn't use to be like that. He used to be great. He used to be a man of valour. He used to be a dean of affluence. He used to champion courses back then in the agora of the gods. Lycaon had simply ta
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"But he hadn't said it this way. He'd never been this way." She tried to be mute enough. She tried to keep it as a whisper. She didn't want to stir any of the guards. She was simply worried. Turned out that things wasn't working the way she had thought they would. She was disappointed by all. She was disappointed by Lycaon. He shouldn't had done that. He shouldn't had left them. He shouldn't had gone away for that long without leaving a clue or trace of his being. Who was going to take care of Darius? Who was going to stand a ground against the gaurds of these real wolves? Who was going to liberate them. Several questions were elevated in the zenith of her consciousness. She was obviously lost in the labyrinth of its complexity. She was trying to figure out the odds. She was trying to convert her rage into strength. She wished that she had enough guts to finance the rage. She would flourish to an ex
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. "Why sit all alone?" He looked closely at her. She obviously was indifferent and he could figure that out. He knew that she had all her rights to be vexed with him. He knew that he did more than what could had pricked her rage. He knew that he had stepped off his boundaries. He was yet trying to figure out what he was thinking before he did that to her. He didn't want to revive the odd thoughts. He didn't want to prune the odd thoughts. He didn't want to make mountain of a molehill, though the mountain had been stanced. His worries were quite inflected by the stanced rage. Twas as stanced as a salient sequoia. He had no idea what was rippling through her consciousness. He had no idea what was ripping off her consciousness. He had no idea what had her buried in thoughts. He couldn't really be sure. But a part of him thought that what he had done to her availed all her worries. He actually didn't know what
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"Huh?" He tend to get confused more and more and didn't seek light. He didn't actually enjoy the odds of being confused, but he loved to make meaning of it all by himself. He needed no help to make meaning of whatever he did not get. He loved to sort for it. He knew that he was not good at that, but he did owe It to being an Alpha. Being that, he would be able to do whatever he wanted, he opined. He didn't know what odds were supplanted. He seemed to take quite the numbers of delights in his confusion. There was this pull to it. He didn't mind and didn't care. He should, but he seemed not to be moved. Even he could not say what was responsible for the recent feeling. He hadn't thought of it before he started exhibiting it. It just came out of its own will and wouldn't stop. He wasn't willing to stop it. He had no idea what pleasure he was extracting from it. He hoped that he would understand s
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"Zeus!" He heard his name. He was standing on the earth and on the sea. One of his legs was on the earth and the other in the sea. He knew that the call he had heard would have an effect soonest. He was waiting for it. The call of his name meant that he who he was awaiting was right in the corner. He could smell that. He could sense. He wasn't waiting for it. He knew that he wouldn't have to wait forever. He knew that he wouldn't be stayed. Who dared to stay him? He was yet to see that kinda person. He was yet to know that kinda person. He was yet to meet that kinda person. Person? That should be a litotes. He hadn't seen that kinda god. He was matter-of-factly the father of all gods. He knew what he had done and would do and could do. He wanted the urgency to send a shrill through his spines and connect with the torn torrents puked by the waves of the sea he was having his left leg in. He had learnt his
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XXVII
Few Days Later... "What did they feel like?" "I won't speak ill of them much you know. They are very powerful. Super powerful, I tell you. I fought with all my strengths and flung them away many times. It is a great feeling having your foe subdued under you. But I actually needed a super power and I was given that power by some special persons." "Can I get the power too?" "Keep quite, Leng. What do you know about power?" "Don't shut her. She probably might be the person who would champion my course. Power is not gender bias. You have no idea if she would be an Alpha. First female Alpha." "Treas
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XXVI
"Arrrgggghhhhhh" He screamed. Twas kinda like a shriek that almost ripped off the robes of the forest. He felt violated and annihilated. He felt fooled and played. He was trying his best to be sane enough to ignore the odds of the things that are happening. He was trying to forget what he had seen. He couldn't help it. The more he tried, the lesser he seemed to control. The more he tried to be strong, the weaker he was. He had no time for games, but the pains wouldn't bid adiue to him. He had no idea what to do. He had no idea what would happen. He was hoping that he would forget it. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to be taunted by the feeling all his life. He was hoping that things would toss new ideas at him. He was hoping that the forest would whisper a solid fact to him and his sanity would be fleshened. He was wrong. He was wronged. He was a fool. He had been fooled. Even the pattering mad
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XXV
. "I'll tell you just few things." He walked about the pack. He was all-smile. He had no idea what pain had the best of the mates. He didn't care what they swimming through. He had no idea what route they were plying. He didn't care. Didn't make any difference to him. He could use different types of feelings and motives. He had had his chance and was doing the worst he could to achieve whatever aim he did have in mind. He didn't care what others did think about it. It didn't really matter to him. That was of no consequence to him. Twasnt something which did keep him worried. He had been dealing with several mates and he was sure at that moment how to go about dealing with them. He needed no extra periods or training to learn how to do that. He could do several other things for them. He could do those even without their consents. He didn't mind. He couldn't call himself evil. He felt like he was the
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XXIV
"What ya doing?" That was more to himself than to anybody. He was trying to put his thoughts right. He was beginning to feel bad for the action he had taken. He was beginning to feel bad for the steps he had taken. He didn't need that at that moment, and he did know that. There were quite the numbers of things he could just do on his way to the pack. He could use sundry thoughts other than those which had been hurting him. He had no idea how to tuck them in. He was trying as much as possible to ignore. He couldn't help himself. He did want to help himself, but twas simply to no avail. He was trying as much as possible to replace the taunting thoughts with a new and raw and fresh one. He needed a thought which would suit his worry and make him feel very safe and strong. He needed quite the numbers of emotions to feel. But he couldn't help it. He was beginning to regret the fact that he left the
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XXIII
"How fair enough it is." He was trying as much as possible not to have their eyes meet. He didn't know why. He should be feeling glad that he did work the magic. He should be glad that he did have his way around the odds. He should be glad that he finally ended the Centaurs. But he couldn't feel that at that moment. He felt as though he had been cheated. He was trying as much as possible not to get mad. He was putting his patience in a box and trying to sieve his options. Quite the numbers of ill things might had happened to him if he wasn't or hadn't been smart or something close to that. If he had been reckless, he could had been killed. If he didn't know how to make his way around things,he probably wouldn't be standing their to have a talk with them. He didn't know what to think at that moment. He didn't want to show to them that he was annoyed. He was trying as much as possible not to sh
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XXII
"Oh my..." Hadhis end come? That was one of the thousands of questions queuing in his subconsciousness. He was sure that he did have no answer to it. He wasn't obviously to determine whether or not he was yet alive. He needed to know what to do. He couldn't be sure what position that question took in his consciousness. He was only hoping. He couldn't had hoped better. He was thinking that time would make a pull of fate and prune the odds that he had been trying to ignore. He began to think about saving the Nymphs. He actually didn't remember when he did promise to protect them. He had tried to do his best. He couldn't had done it better. He was doing all he could. He didn't know how to go about it. He was trying to be sane. There wasn't much left in his thoughts. There wasn't much thing left for him to think about. He was only hoping that he would have something to look up to. He couldn't had made
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XXI
"How long more?" He wasn't sure who that was directed to. He couldn't be sure. His eyes were widening and his legs were lighter than he had ever thought. He was trying to process everything which happened quickly. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. He didn't know how to put up with the new development. He didn't know how to go about the thoughts. He hadn't thought about it that way. He hadn't thought that the Centaurs would come anytime soon. He didn't know what they were there for. He didn't know what urgency pricked their mercies. He couldn't really be sure. He was yet hoping that things would play out well and he would be able to count the odds. He was just hoping that things he did not instigate would be put in their right places. He was not left with an option of course. He was just looking to the development. He was looking to what would happen soonest. He was pulling and sweeping
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XX
"Two more coming..." There were still movements on him. Ruthlessly rhythmic. He was trying to be sane. He was trying to relate with what had been supplanted. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. He didn't know how to do that. He was weary of doing that. He needed time to think. He didn't know if he was yet living or not. He didn't know if he was yet breathing on not. But he could feel the pleasure reaching for the cleavages of his instinct. He could feel pain tearing his instinct apart. He could feel pleasure poring the pain. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to continue. He was held in the claws of indecision. He was put up to measure with the hate the odds had given to him. He was trying to make end of the sporadic spills. He just couldn't arrive at a sane pull. He didn't want the odds to end. He felt her hands on his chest. He felt boobs all over him. Strong surges were ruth
