3

Motherfucker. Lupa Elda.

She was aware of the fact that she had not intentionally traveled to this location at this particular moment, and she was mindful of the fact that this was the case. Even if she had been completely inebriated, she never would have been able to overlook the fact that the person she was with was a dangerous psychopath. Even if she had been drinking all night and gotten drunk, she would not have been able to overlook the fact that the person she was with was a psychopath. Even if she had been out drinking all night and become drunk. He was known to be very aggressive, had a terrible reputation, and was feared, revered, and worshipped all at the same time because of these qualities. In some aspects, he was remarkably comparable to the Black Mamba snake. It was mostly due to the fact that he had faced an older Alpha male when he was only fourteen years old, which was a vulnerable age for a human being to do so, and that he had come perilously near to murdering an older Alpha male when he was just fourteen years old. A seasoned Alpha male who was also his father and who was also his grandpa. This man was his grandfather. This particular individual was his granddad.

If what Louve believed she had heard was genuine, then Lupa had been expelled from the pack rather than raised to the rank of Alpha male. The actions of the implicated persons had resulted in a rift inside the organization, notably among those members who were opposed to the choice to follow him. They had been successful in driving off competing packs and creating their own territory, which resulted in the foundation of their own pack, with Lupa taking on the status of the alpha male in their newly formed group. It was likely that the reason why this particular Alpha had not yet been beaten was due to the fact that his wolf had a propensity to grow hostile during conflicts. This was a theory that may help explain why this particular Alpha had not yet been defeated. And at this time, she was located in a position that was rather near to him. She couldn’t help but have the feeling that the whole world was laughing at her cost behind her back, and she couldn't help but feel humiliated about it. She couldn’t help but have the sensation that the entire universe was laughing at her expense behind her back.

To put it another way, since she was being held hostage by someone who was not in the slightest bit mentally stable, or, to put it another way, because she was being held captive by this person, her wolf ought to have been at least a little bit on edge. She was with someone who lacked any kind of mental composure at all, and it was affecting her. There was no justification for why she was so angry with Louve. It was unfair of her to behave that way. Never in a million years, under no conditions! Her wolf was able to identify him as having come from the bedroom since his smell was so similar to the one that was radiating from there. As a result, it felt compelled to have sexual contact with him because of this identification. Tramp.

Louve was willing to concede that the psychopath who had committed murder had a very appealing look. She believed that this was one of the reasons for his success. It seemed as if his severe expression and the incisiveness in his ice blue eyes were further contributing to the gravity of the situation. His washboard abs, chiseled upper body, and strong shoulders were all visible through his washboard t-shirt, which also showed off his washboard shoulders. His upper physique gave off the impression of having been sculpted. To put it simply, he was in very good physical shape. Louve wasn’t usually a fan of the highland style, but she found that she couldn’t help but admire the highlander’s physique. Despite the fact that she wasn’t a fan of the highland appearance in general. Despite the fact that she was not a fan of the highland appearance in general, she was drawn to the highland look specifically. In addition, her physical body as well as her wolf responded in a submissive manner to the power that was practically buzzing about him; he wore authority like it was a second skin. He was the leader of the pack. Everyone in the room was paying attention to him because he demanded it. In a manner that stands in stark contrast to his strict demeanor

It was not the person’s piercing eye that made her feel afraid; rather, it was the fact that it made her blood boil. His eyes had taken on the look of a glazed hunger, which both fascinated and horrified her in equal measure. His eyes had taken on the appearance of a glassy hunger. The fact that this was the case caused the wolf that resided inside her to howl with glee. The inborn need that had seized control of her was so strong that it was on the edge of making her feel uneasy.

Such an amazing and unexpected turn of events! It’s conceivable that she was affected by Stockholm Syndrome or anything like. It’s also plausible that she had something similar.

If his reputation as a rake was rooted in fact, her uncomfortable attraction to him would in no way lead her to respond to him in the manner that her body and her wolf wanted her to, as many other females regularly did. If his reputation as a rake was founded in reality, his reputation as a rake would be founded in reality. If his reputation as a rake was founded in reality In any case, she would not respond to him in the manner that both her physical self and her wolf wished for her to respond. Her father was the sort of person who was also the kind of person who would be characterized as dark, harsh, brooding, and intimidating, and he was a pain in the padded ass. Louve only answered his full-on alpha stare with one of her own, so conveying nothing about her love of him as a macho specimen. This is because she was simply returning his look with one of her own. Even if her wolf could be sleeping, she was still the alpha of the pack even though this was the case.

Lupa fixed his eyes on the lady who was standing in front of him with a curious expression. It had been explained to him that she was in a state of hibernation. When you take into consideration the fact that she was a tiny little thing and that she was with him rather than with her group, you most definitely have yourself a nervous deer. She was not with her group because she was in his company. But, there was no indication of fear on her face, nor was it wafting off of her like a cloud of vapor as he would have expected it to be under the situation. On the contrary, she was simmering with anger at the circumstance. It would seem that he had become used to the aroma of fear to the point that he was now rather startled by it.