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Ignacios ran a hand through his jet black hair. It was frustrating to know that his brother's return was less than a day. The letter replayed in his mind like a broken gramophone.
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Dear Elder Brother,
Tis the time to reclaim what's mine. What you've foolishly slip through your fingers belongs to me now. I gave you a chance, I knew you would fuck it up somehow. I should have claimed her years ago, you knew I wanted her, yet you let your anger get the best of you and made her suffer for things she have not committed. You sir, is a disgrace to our family's name and should be shunned. After you've received this letter, in three weeks time I shall arrive. Prepare yourself Ignacios, there will be blood.
Sincerely Yours,
Felix Santilliano.
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Ignacios let out a growl pacing around his office, Felix is now coming back for Lyra, and something about it made him boil. Ignacios felt losing something precious. But why? He hated Lyra, no, he loathed her. Lyra's parents orphaned two children and made them suffer. He blamed her for everything. He was forced to mingle with her by Alpha Stylinson. He hated every moment he had spent with her and still does. Those childhood memories was nothing but rubbish.
He knew she was his mate, even before when the festival came, he felt the pull and didn't like it. He needed to find a distraction, and that distraction was Lois. He spent time with Lois, purposely rubbing himself against her, so Lyra would know.
The day he discovered Felix's intentions towards Lyra was also the day of the festival, he forced Felix not to go, he wanted to make sure if Lyra was indeed his mate. And indeed she was, he was outraged. How could the moon pair him with the likes of hers?
But now that Felix was coming back, he felt feral, animalistic. Like a mother bear protecting its cubs, he will do everything not to lose.
He calmed himself. 'Tis only the mate bond, nothing special.'
He shrugged his shoulders and sat on his office chair and started working. He couldn't concentrate, he was antsy and tired.
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Lyra
Hombres Lobo****** Deep in the woods, where even the strongest of men feared to enter, lies a pack built upon the omission of a history that started it all. There she lived, naive and hopeful. Her saccharrine smile and gray eyes, a beacon of hatred as she was...
