She was his. No matter the desert, sea, forest or mountain between them. Ajax will always find her. Care for her and treasure her. Hold her tightly in his arms and love her for the many more years to come.
It was almost time. Ajax smiled out the window; his study was the highest floor in the building and overlooked a bustling city landscape. A city of werewolves that he will eventually rule. He shrugged off his suit jacket, cracking his neck. His temperament was getting worse; he had already fired three assistants in the past two weeks alone. At the age of 26, his wolf was unstable, and they both needed to express their dominance. Dominance over a preferably young girl named Rose. His Rose. He wondered what she would look like now. It was about time. Time for him to search the ends of the country and the end of the world if he had to, it was time to find his princess.
He lifted two fingers up and beckoned, within a few seconds, ten individuals dropped down on one knee before his presence. One of the individuals stood up, almost sarcastically he said "What do you need my little lord?"
Looking over his shoulder slightly, he grabbed the suit jacket he had discarded earlier and put it on. Inputting pressure, the air in the room felt heavy and all ten individuals felt the change in attitude. Their lord wasn't joking today.
"Brexter. I'm pleased to finally give you this order. Please initiate the operation to find your queen," Ajax's voice resonated deeply within Brexter.
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King's Rose
WerewolfRosanna, or Rose was at a lost. Ever since her parent's death she has been sent to live with a distant relative in a pack, away from her friends, school and everything she knew, forcing her to become independent, something she was never good at. Her...
