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2,702,718	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702544}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	❤️‍🔥The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger	Lyla You'd think not having a wolf is the worst thing that can happen to anyone, a cruel game played by the moon goddess that marks you as different, weak and unwanted … because it is a constant reminder that you're incomplete. But, have you tried enduring an endless, intense monthly heat cycle – a nightmare that begins when my body betrays me every month, turning me into a walking beacon of arousal – Try putting yourself in my shoes every month when my body would scream for a mate that doesn't exist, with a scent so thick and sweet that it makes everyone around me turn their heads in disgust – except the humans who think I look really beautiful at that time. My monthly heat cycle wasn't just unbearable, it was a curse that earned me a well-deserved title of a 'Wolfless deviant'. Do you know what is worse? My parents… the very people who should care, protect and guide me – have cut ties with me and they look at me like I was a stain on their perfect family portrait – a punishment, a defect they can't erase. A deviant they wish they could forget. So, if you think you're going through the worst of luck … try living with this fire burning brightly inside you: alone, unloved, unwanted and a walking embarrassment. Then maybe, just maybe, I might listen to your complaints. But until then… My name is Lyla Woodland – the first-born daughter of Alpha Logan Woodland and Luna Vanessa Woodland of Blue Ridge Pack and this is my reality. Every. Single. Month. *** I jolt awake, my body is drenched in sweat, with the sheets on my bed tangled around my legs like vines. A familiar fire coursed through my veins, pooling sweetly at the lower part of my abdomen. I felt my woman core clench and release, sending courses of oxytocin all over my body and I knew instantly what was happening… My heat, again! I lay there, gasping for breath as frustration and helplessness – emotions I was familiar with tease at the edge of my already frayed sanity. "Not again," I muttered, staring up at the ceiling. At only 19, I've suffered 3 years of being abandoned by my family and I should be used to it but on days like this, I miss them. Another wave of desire surged through me, making me moan – unable to stop myself. "No, no, no," I muttered, stumbling out of bed. "Not now, please, not now." But my body didn't listen, it never does. I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a reflection of myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl staring back at me. Wild, dishevelled hair, framed a face with flushed cheeks – a stark contrast to the composed, controlled, daughter of an Alpha was supposed to be. But this is what I always become during my heat – a creature of want and desire. "I'm not really a werewolf, am I?" I whispered to my reflection, failing at an attempt to make a joke out of my situation. "Not without my wolf." "Lyla!" My nanny's voice, sharp and patient cut through my haze of thoughts. "You'll be late for school. Again." ~~~ The walk to school was torture… every time a man or a woman passed me, I would feel a strong urge to run after the person and demand they touch me inappropriately. By the time I arrived at school, I was a mess. My underwear was soaked and my warm juices were flowing down my thighs, sipping into my socks. I could feel eyes on me as I hurried through the corridors. Some humans turned to stare and I know they were confused by their sudden attraction to the school weirdo. The few werewolves I passed, wrinkled their noses in disgust. They knew what was happening to me. The walk to my locker felt like a trek to the White Mountains. I could feel my pheromones seeping into the air, the scent of my heat thick and sweet, impossible to mask. I finally reached my locker and tried to remember the classes I had this morning. When suddenly, someone slammed the door of my locker, almost missing me by a hair's breadth. When I looked up, it was Marissa – my tormentor and her friends. She was a gamma's daughter but from another pack. I ignored her and opened my locker again but she slammed it back, forcing me to stare at her. "I thought you'd have the decency to stay home when you're like this. You never learn, do you?" Marissa sneered. "Are you hoping someone will put you out of your misery?" she added with a cruel laugh. "Maybe you think parading around like this, would make some poor idiot take pity on you, is that it?" "I don't want trouble, Marissa," I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the ground, my cheeks burning with humiliation. "I just want to get through today's test and be on my way home." "And have us endure the entire day soaking in this nasty smell of yours? Who do you think you are, Lyla?" she came closer to me, her eyes flashing with anger "Have you forgotten who calls the shots in this school?" I didn't answer her, I grabbed a random textbook from my locker, closed the door and started walking away quickening my pace, but the snickering followed me, growing louder as I tried to escape. I finally made it to the end of the hallway and had successfully opened the door when without warning, a cold splash hit me from above. Someone had hung a bucket of ice on the door. I gasped as icy water and ice drenched me. Behind me, the hallway erupted into laughter as everyone brought out their phones filming. I whipped around to see Marissa and her minions standing in a corner with satisfied smiles on their faces. "What?" Marisa shrugged, feigning innocence. "I thought you might need cooling off… a lot is going on within you, right?" I stood there, dripping wet and mortified. The heat inside me, clashed violently with the chill of the water, my clothes sticking to my skin. My vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall. I wanted to scream, to lash out but all I could do was stand there, frozen in place, wishing I could disappear. Marissa came to me again, her nose wrinkling with disgust "I thought all that ice would drown out your stupid scent… but I was wrong, Perhaps, what you need is the strong scent of coffee." "What did I ever do to you?" my teeth chattered as I asked. "Existing, Lyla," she responded with a smirk "You never should have been born.". Then she reached out for a cup of sizzling, hot coffee, and removed the cover. I cringed, taking a step back…I wasn't like other wolves, I didn't heal fast, if I allowed her to pour the hot coffee on me, I'd scald and get burns. She backed me to the wall, her eyes filled with amusement, just as she raised her hands to empty the liquid on me, a hand reached out and snatched the cup away from her. The laughter had died down and the air in the hallway seemed tense. When I looked up, my heart pounded as my father, Alpha Logan Woodland, came into view. He snatched the cup from Marissa and threw it inside the recycling bin. Marissa turned, her bravado faltering when she saw him. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snapped. She hadn't expected anyone to intervene much less someone like him. "What's it to you?" My father growled, his eyes flashing with annoyance "I'm her father and I won't tolerate anyone treating my daughter like this." The other students backed away, fear flickering in their eyes including Marissa whose eyes widened with surprise. "Touch her again and I promise you, there'll be consequences," My dad warned, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "I don't care who your parents are or what pack you belong to. This ends now!" For a moment, gratitude surged through my heart and I clung to it. This was the first time in three years I had seen him. "Dad!" I said tentatively. "What are you doing here?" My father whipped around; his brows drawn in disgust. "You're a disgrace," he said bluntly "This –" he gestured to my dishevelled appearance and the lingering scent of my heat "– this is exactly why you're an embarrassment to this family. You're so weak that you cannot stand up for yourself." I flinched, his words cutting deeper than the taunts of my classmates. I thought he was saving me. "I didn't ask for this," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I didn't choose to be like this." "I guess the feeling is mutual," he hissed "I wish I never had a daughter like you." The crowd had dispersed now, at least the humans had – just a few werewolves, lingered. My father tossed a white envelope at me, his gaze narrowed in disappointment. "Tonight is the annual Werewolf Pairing Gala and you will attend," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "Invitation came from the Lycan Leader himself and since your sister isn't of age, you will represent us. You will behave yourself, keep your head down and try not to embarrass me further." "Tonight? I whispered. "Dad, please. I can't. Not like this." "Then should we disobey the Lycan Leader because of you?" he snapped. "Prepare yourself, we leave in two hours." Chapter 2: The Gala from hell Lyla I stood at the foot of the grand stone steps, my heart hammering against my ribs. The pack house loomed over me like a fortress, its cold walls whispering memories of a life I had been cast off from. I couldn't believe three years had passed since that fateful night when my parents had sent me away in the dead of the night. I had felt like a thief, banished without explanation or warning and nothing but a thousand dollars, clutching a single bag that was my clothes forcing me to vow never to return. But now I was back. I swallowed the knot in my throat, steeling myself. I didn't want to come, but my father's command was not a request. The annual werewolf gala was tonight and I was to attend. I had no choice. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy oak door, and the rush of familiar scent filled my lungs, bringing with it a flood of childhood memories both painful and good. I had barely closed the door when my mother's voice reached me. "You're late," she hissed, her eyes narrowing as she took in my appearance. Her sharp eyes flicked over me as if she was inspecting something unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe. Beside her, my sister, Clarissa, gazed at me with a look that was somewhere between pity and disdain. "I see you still haven't learned to control yourself during your heat," Clarissa scoffed. "Father, it's not a good idea for her to go like this. She reeks…". "You think if we had a choice, I would have driven four hours to go and get her," My father hissed "The invitation had stated that every family must send a representative that is 18 and above and ripe for mating. I had no choice. She was never an option, to begin with." I flinched, "I'm sorry," I began but my mother cut me off with a sharp gesture. "Save it," she snapped "We've been doing so well without you and we want it to remain that way. Just remember, you're here because we had no other choice. Don't disgrace us today. If you cause a scene, or so much as draw unwanted attention… we will remove your name from the family register and disown you. Do you understand?" I wanted to tell them that none of this was my fault but I nodded instead, my throat was too tight to speak. The last remnants of any affection my family had for me had vanished a long time ago buried under shame and disgust. I had never been enough for them, not without a wolf, not with the monthly humiliation of my uncontrolled heat cycles. "I understand," I whispered. "Good," my mom said coldly "Clarissa will lend you something from her wardrobe. You might want to also fix that stupid hair of you…" She turned to my sister "Give her one of your wigs too. It's enough that she's emitting pheromones, showing up with two giant silver streaks in her hair will make everyone think she was adopted." "Okay, Mom," Clarissa nodded and indicated that I follow her. I bit my tongue, feeling the sting of tears behind my eyes but refusing to let them fall. I followed Clarissa, my hands trembling as we went. An hour later, one of the pack warriors dropped me off in front of the grand ballroom, my father had been too embarrassed to do it. I smoothed my dress and headed towards the ballroom. The sound of laughter, music and clinking glasses grew louder with every step. The scent of power, strength and pure werewolf dominance filled the air as I reached the entrance and the moment I stepped inside, I felt it – the weight of hundreds of eyes turning in my direction. I felt like a lamb among wolves. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck, my cheeks flushing against my will. My body betrayed me again and my pheromones spilled into the air announcing my presence like a siren's call. I heard the whispers before I saw the faces. "What's that smell?" everyone turned, their noses wrinkled in disgust. "Is she… in heat?" "No control at all. Disgusting? She should be locked up and not here. Or is she trying to snag a mate with those smelly pheromones?" My fingers dug into my palms, my nails biting into my skin as I willed myself to remain calm. If I just ignore them… everything will be fine. But then, a sharp voice cut through the murmurs and I saw Cassidy Thorne step forward, a mocking smile on her perfect lips. "I didn't realize they let mutts attend this year," Cassidy drawled loud enough for everyone to hear. Cassidy Thorne – was the epitome of werewolf beauty and elegance. Everyone dreamed their daughters would be like her… there was a time when I wanted to be her so badly. "I suppose they'll let anyone in these days." Laughter rippled through the crowd and I felt my composure crumbling. Murmuring an apology, I forced myself to look away and moved to a quiet corner of the room, my hands shaking. I hated how powerless I felt, how my body betrayed me every month turning me into a joke among the very people with whom I should by birthright associate. I pressed my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing and fight back tears when I felt a strange prickling sensation at the back of my neck. Something from across the room caught my eye. Across the room, a man stood alone, dressed in black from head to toe, melting perfectly with the shadows. His gaze was fixed on me. He had amber eyes, that were sharp and piercing like molten gold. He was devastatingly handsome, with chiselled features and an air of quiet strength…but more than that, there was something in his gaze that I couldn't place. For a moment, the noise of the ballroom faded and all I could see was him. There was something about his eyes that held me captive – curiosity and …something more... My heartbeat quickened, not out of fear but out of a strange, unfamiliar longing. Who was he? Before I could dwell on it, a shadow fell over me. I turned to see a young Alpha, Darius standing in front of me, his lips twisted into a sly grin. He has taunted me since I was a child and was the first person to spread my wolfless situation when we were 16. All this was because I had rejected the offer to be his girlfriend when we were 12. He still bore malice against me. "Well, well, if it isn't the Woodland disgrace," Darius sneered. He was with a group of his friends, all dressed impeccably. Their eyes were gleaming maliciously. "What's the matter, Lyla? Couldn't find a better place to hide?" My throat tightened and I tried to edge away but Darius moved closer, blocking my path. His friends closed in on me too, forming a circle around me, all of them wearing identical smirks. "I see you're having a little – heat problem," Darius continued, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Maybe we could help you with that, hmm?" My pulse raced with fear. I knew that look in his eyes. I tried to step back but Darius grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Please," I whispered, "Just leave me alone." Darius laughed and held my chin "I see someone is getting feisty here. Have you forgotten your place? How dare a deviant like you speak in my presence!" "Get off me!" I shouted, my voice trembling with both anger and fear. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with the musky scent. It made me nauseous. "You know," he said reaching to twirl a strand of my hair around his finger "Some might find your condition – intriguing. All that heat, with no way to satisfy it. I bet you're just dying for someone to help you out, aren't you?" "Don't touch me," I shrieked looking around desperately, but no one was coming to my aid. His hand moved from my hair to my waist, and I felt panic rising in my chest. I tried to pull away but I found myself leaning into his touch, biting off a moan. My body wanted this… I wished he could run his hands up and down my engorged nips peeking from my dress already… "Don't act like you don't want it," he whispered "I can smell it on you." His hand covered my bosom, roughly squeezing it, drawing another illicit moan from me. "Please," I breathed, barely able to keep my voice steady. "Let me go." Darius's grin widened but before he could say another word, a low dangerous growl cut through the air, freezing everyone in place. Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally... Lyla For a moment, nobody moved. Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease. "Who the hell was that?" he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl. I didn't answer. I didn't know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn't felt in years. My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there. I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn't find him. He was just here a few seconds ago. The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma. One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again. It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked. I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out. My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time. "What's the matter, Lyla?" feeling a little… needy?" Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again. "I bet you'd do anything to make this stop, wouldn't you?" My breath hitched. I could feel my heat intensifying. Darius' voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur. 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Pathetic." Another boy stepped forward and ran his index finger on my lips. I gasped with want, and opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I could stop myself but I couldn't. I ran my tongue up and down his finger, moaning. The boy's voice dripped with false sympathy as he turned to his friends. "I bet she'd do anything to make this stop. Isn't' that right, Lyla? Do you want me to…". I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I tried to escape. I could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn't look back. My only thought was to get away, to find somewhere – anywhere – I could breathe. I collided with a solid wall of muscle and staggered back. I looked up, an apology on my lips but the words died in my throat. It was the amber-eyed man. His gaze locked onto mine with a mix of curiosity and something darker. Up close, he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power and authority. A collective hush fell over the room as everyone turned to watch. I could feel their stares and a sickening dread pooled in my stomach. My eyes drifted to his signet on the third finger of his left hand and I gasped. He was a Lycan leader, but not just any Lycan leader. He was the Lycan Leader of the White Moon Throne – the highest rank in the werewolf world. My heart pounded as I realized the gravity of the situation. I was standing before the most powerful man in my world, with the scent of my arousal in his face. I trembled, expecting a reprimand or worse. I knew the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially in public. My condition is seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath of the White Moon Throne council. The Lycan leader's eyes were intense, a deep amber that seemed to see right through me. But instead of condemnation, his gaze held something else. He reached out, pulling me up from the ground with surprising gentleness. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice sending shivers through my already hypersensitive skin. His touch was electric, his hand warm against my arm and my breath hitched again as I struggled to find my voice. "I – I'm fine," I stammered but my body chose that moment to betray me again. Another wave of heat crashed over me, stronger than before and my knees buckled. I sagged against him, my vision blurring as desire overwhelmed my senses. The Lycan leader caught me, his grip was firm. Our bodies were impossibly close now and I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent – earthy, wild and dangerous. I glanced up at him, my cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race. Time seemed to slow. The room faded away, the whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this strange, charged moment. His eyes darkened, a flash of something raw and primal crossing his features. I couldn't look away. I was drawn to him in a way that defied reason, an attraction so powerful it made me forget where I was and who I was supposed to be. The Lycan leader's head dipped lower, his lips just inches from mine. My breath caught in my throat and I found myself leaning into him, wanting – no, needing – him to close the distance. My body craved the connection, the relief only he could provide in this moment of my longing. But before our lips could meet, a voice cut through the haze. "Lyla?" I blinked, snapping out of the trance. Nathan, my childhood friend, stood at the edge of the gathering, his eyes wide with shock. What's going on here?" he demanded coming closer, his voice filled with concern. Nathan's gaze flickered to the Lycan leader and his brows arched with recognition. His expression shifted instantly to one of respect and immediately he bowed low. "My apologies, Alpha Ramsey. I didn't realize…". I barely heard the rest of the apology. All I could focus on was Ramsey's arms still wrapped around me, his touch burning through my dress, searing my skin. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face, couldn't ignore the way his fingers lingered on my waist as though he didn't want to let go. The Lycan leader – whose name I now know to be Alpha Ramsey - gaze remained locked on me, but whatever connection had sparked between us was abruptly severed. His expression shifted, hardening into something unreadable. In a swift motion, he released me and I stumbled back, catching myself just in time to avoid falling. The heat of his touch lingered and I felt my heart twist painfully as I watched him turn away without another word. He moved through the crowd, his posture rigid, his presence commanding respect from every werewolf in the room. No one dared to approach him, not even Nathan who stood frozen in place. My legs felt weak as I watched Ramsey leave. The moment had passed and I was left reeling my body still burning with unfulfilled desire. I had never felt anything like this before – this pull toward a man who was as dangerous as he was mesmerizing. My mind spun with the implication of what had just happened with the realization that Alpha Ramsey… The Lycan leader had looked at me as though he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Chapter 4: My wolfless mate... Earlier that evening… Ramsey I sat in the back seat of the car, staring out of the window with a bored expression. The city lights blurred past and the muted hum of traffic filled the silence. I loosened my tie, dreading yet another event I didn't want to attend. Werewolf galas, paring ceremonies, and these absurd gatherings were nothing more than charades – a parade of insincerity wrapped in fine clothing and forced smiles. I've always hated these events. As the Lycan leader, my presence was often demanded and that was one of the things I hated about my position. I hated how everyone would become desperate, vying for my attention, eager to impress me, with fake smiles, and fake handshakes and then the compliments annoyed me as well. Although I was the most powerful man in my world, the leader of all werewolves and Lycans, the title brings power as well as isolation. To me, our world was filled with a lot of pretences starting from the fake moon goddess who doesn't care about anyone, never lifts her finger to help her children and the overrated stupid, mate bond. I leaned back and sighed, running a hand through my dark hair. "Another night wasted," I muttered under my breath, already counting the minutes until I could leave. As the car pulled up in front of the grand ballroom, I glanced at the large building with distaste. The bright lights and red carpets were nothing more than a façade, a mask hiding the true nature of those within. I felt the familiar surge of irritation. I didn't belong here -not with these people and not with their shallow traditions. The door opened and my grandfather, Eldric stepped out of the car with the energy of a man half his age. His eyes were still sharp and commanding and they were currently glaring at me who hadn't bothered to make a move out of the car. My grandfather had insisted on coming with me to the gala because he was convinced I wouldn't show up and he wasn't wrong. "Is this necessary, Grandpa?" I asked, my voice filled with annoyance as I finally exited the vehicle. "I've got more important, pressing issues on my table than stand around while everyone tries to kiss my ass." My grandfather raised an eyebrow, unfazed by my sour mood. "As long as you're the Lycan Leader, you have responsibilities, including this one. And until you bring a mate home, you'll keep attending pairing ceremonies like this. It's tradition." I rolled my eyes. "Tradition my foot," I scoffed. "You know damn well I don't care about that. I'm not some lovesick puppy waiting for my fated mate. And I don't need you commanding me around like I'm still a child. I'm the Lycan leader, remember?" My grandfather scoffed, his gaze piercing into mine. "Until you find your mate, you're not complete as a leader. You should be ashamed to call yourself one. I was already married when I was your age," he huffed. "This is not a command – it's a duty and you must fulfil it. Now, go in. I'll be waiting for you. So if you're planning to leave… bad news son." I clenched my jaw, swallowing my retort. There was no winning with him when he got like this. Without another word, I turned on my heel and strode into the ballroom. As soon as I entered, the room fell silent. Heads turned, and whispers rippled through the crowd until I could feel the weight of every gaze on me. I hated it. The constant scrutiny, the veiled attempts to gain my favour – it was all so exhausting. I made my way to the far side of the room, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction. But it wasn't long before a stream of young alphas and betas approached me. I endured the endless greetings and mechanical conversations with a polite but distant smile. I nodded and exchanged pleasantries but my mind was elsewhere. This was my routine – a show-up, I had to endure and leave as soon as decently possible. I was already planning my exit when something strange happened. A scent. Faint at first, but unmistakable. Sweet, warm and wholly unfamiliar. It cut through the heavy perfumes and colognes of the gala, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. I stiffened, my senses sharpening as I scanned the room. My wolf stirred inside me, restless, urging me to find the source. Then I saw her. A young woman, standing awkwardly by herself near the back, her cheeks flushed and eyes wild. She looked out of place in the polished crowd, her aura paled in comparison to the poised and composed werewomen surrounding her. Her long hair fell in dishevelled waves and her dress clung to her as if she'd just run a marathon. It was a baby pink that reminded me of a homeless Omega that tried once to seduce me. But it wasn't her appearance that caught my attention. It was the undeniable scent of her heat, radiating off her in waves, filling the air. People around her had their noses wrinkled in disgust – I should be disgusted too but my wolf growled instead, running around in happy circles as it echoed the one word I'd dreaded and run away from for most of my life. MATE!!! My eyes locked into hers and for a moment, the world around us seemed to blur. The noise of the gala faded and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, quickening with every breath I took. The girl's scent was intoxicating, pulling me against my will and my wolf – Lax pushed forward, eager to claim what was his. But then, the voices of some people nearby snapped me back to reality. I watched as a group of people kept sneaking glances at the girl, their faces twisted with disdain. "Why can't she control her pheromones? How pathetic!" One of the complained. "Guess that's what happens when you don't have a wolf. No wonder she can't find a mate," the second one laughed. "Wolfless deviant, she doesn't belong here." My jaws tightened. Lax growled with annoyance at the insults hurled at our mate but I forced it back, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. So, this was her – an outcast, a wolfless werewolf, who couldn't even control her own body. A deviant… From all the thousand girls the moon goddess could have given me as mate, she chose this? What a joke! My eyes narrowed as I watched her, the pull of the mate bond thrumming under my skin. I didn't want this; I didn't want her. I wasn't big on fated mates but a mate without a wolf was useless, weak and would only tarnish my reputation and set me up against the people I rule. I couldn't accept her or accept the bond. Thankfully, she isn't aware so, it'll be smooth. The world was already watching me, expecting too much and I couldn't afford to tie myself to a deviant, someone who would never understand or fulfil the role of my mate. I turned away to leave but Lax – my wolf growled in protest, begging me to cross over to where she was but I pushed it down. She was nothing more than a complication and I had no time for complications. I cast one last glance at the girl across the room, feeling a strange mix of regret and relief. She would remain an outcast, a deviant with no place in my world. And I would continue to be the leader, unbound and free of the chains of fated bonds. 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2,701,780	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Read next chapter	Born into a society where girls were undervalued and often oppressed, her parents hid the fact that she was a girl to protect her from harm. However, after her parents died, she was adopted by a king and sold as a sx slave to the ruthless Beast King. ===== UREKAI: In the days of old, the Urekai stood out as the strongest and most powerful beings in the world. The ancient tongue called them 'fearsome beasts' for: Like werewolves, they could transform into beasts. Like vampires, they consumed bld. And walked among humans with no one the wiser. The ageless, peaceful, selfless beings preferred to keep to themselves. Despite being feared and distrusted, they never responded with aggression. They granted passage to any species wishing to enter their lands beyond the great mountain and welcomed everyone. But five centuries ago, an unexpected species attacked the Urekais during their one night of weakness. The humans. While protecting his people, Grand King Daemonikai lost control of his mind, going feral. Becoming a danger to the same people whom he had given everything to protect. Although it seemed impossible, the Urekais managed to capture their king's beast form, imprisoning him in a secure cage, ensuring he could never escape. But, consumed by hatred for humans, the Urekai plunged themselves into darkness. Becoming the fearsome beasts others had always feared them to be. Wearing their monstrosity with pride. HUMANS: After invading the Urekais, a mysterious virus outbreak struck. No one knew where it came from, but many speculated their attack on the Urekais brought it on. While most males eventually recovered after a long struggle, the virus proved fatal for the majority of females. Survivors rarely gave birth to female children. Those left or born became scarce and sought-after commodities. In many kingdoms, greedy fathers sold their daughters to breeding houses. Some were forced into pleasure houses, existing solely for men's enjoyment. Some faced terrible abuse in exchange for protection. Even the wealthy and the privileged could not guarantee the safety of the females in their lives, as the mere sight of a female--be it an infant, a young girl, or an elderly woman--drew unwanted attention. Female children faced constant danger. They are not safe in the society. PROLOGUE HUMAN LAND: THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA. "It's a g-girl, your highness," Prince Garret froze. As he turned, looking at the palace healer, his hands resting on his exhausted wife's body, shook uncontrollably. He had secretly arranged the delivery months ago, and now they were hidden in one of the underground rooms in the palace, where his beloved wife, Pandora, was giving birth. "What did you just say to me?" Prince Garret hoped he heard wrong. Perhaps it had been a mistake. Please, gods, let it be a mistake! But the pity in the older man's face couldn't be disguised. The palace healer turned the little bundle. "The baby is a girl." Terror crossed Pandora's face as she adjusted herself to get a closer look at her baby. "No. Oh, the gods, please no..." She shook her head vigorously fresh tears gathering in her eyes. Tears welled in the healer's eyes. "I'm so sorry, your highness." "No!!!" Pandora cried out burying her face into her husband's waiting arms, sobs after sobs ripping from her throat. Garret felt numb as he held his wife. His first daughter, Aekeira, wasn't even four yet, and the king was already negotiating with the kingdom of Cavar to sell her to the highest bidder. Because, apparently, Navia 'could use more funds.' King Orestus might be Garret's brother, but he was a tyrant, and his word was law. Now, another girl child? Two daughters? Tears filled Garrett's eyes as he looked upon the crying bundle wiggling around in healer's arms. The world was not safe for either of his daughters. "I'll raise her like a boy," Pandora declared suddenly. The healer's eyes widened. "Are you suggesting we keep her identity a secret?" "Yes," Pandora affirmed, her resolve strengthening. "This child will never be seen as a girl. No one will ever find out!" "B-but, it's impossible to hide something like this, your majesty." The healer panicked. "The king will order our execution!" "Then, we take the secret to our grave." Pandora's voice was fierce. "I was unable to protect my first daughter, but by the Light-gods, I will protect my second." Too dangerous, but Garret was all for it too. This was their best chance to keep their daughter safe, and they would take it. "As far as we are concerned, the child I bore today was a male." Pandora looked at the baby. "His name is Emeriel. Emeriel Galilea Evenstone." Emeriel. It's a neutral name, and also means 'Sky's Protection' in the old tongue. Garret liked it. Fitting too, for their daughter would need all the luck and protection in the world. "I agree," Garret spoke aloud. With the plan fully in his mind, Garret swore the two other men in the room to secrecy. ******* That night, Garrett and his wife, stood by the baby's small cradle, watching their newborn sleep. Across the room, their three-year-old daughter, Aekeira, lay curled under a blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. "In all my years on this earth, I've never seen anyone bear two female children, Garrett," Pandora whispered, voice cracking. She glanced up at him, eyes glistening with tears. "I don't know what this means for us... or for them." Garrett placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Maybe it means they have a great destiny to fulfill." "Or a great sorrow in their future," Pandora's eyes drifted to their eldest, worriedly. "I'm so scared for them. How could something like this happen?" Perhaps you've been touched by the gods, my darling," Garrett said in comfort. "I really doubt that. Why me? Why us?" He had no answer to that. "If that's true," Pandora sniffled, brushing her fingers over the baby's soft cheek, "may that god always protect my babies. We won't always be here to do that." Garrett pulled his wife into his arms, holding her close, fighting to hide his own worry. Because, she was right. What were the odds of a couple in these times bearing not just one, but two daughters? None. Absolutely none. As he gazed at their sleeping children, prayer rose in his heart. Whatever god you are, please... protect our angels. Chapter 2 THE PRINCESS IN A 'PRINCE' DISGUISE Twenty-one Years Later PRINCE EMERIEL. "He's so pretty," a voice murmured. "It's the feminine prince," another one said. The third man had lst in his eyes. "No man should have hair that gorgeous." Prince Emeriel ignored them all as he moved from the palace grounds into the building, head held high. Just because he was used to the unwanted attention, didn't mean it didn't make his skin crawl. He might have lived as a boy all his life, but it didn't exactly keep him all that safe. Men of Navia would stick their phllus in anything with a hle, especially if it looked remotely feminine. But Emeriel's senses were always on high alert. Which is why he was probably the only twenty-one-year-old vi*in in Navia. That, and his sister, Princess Aekeira, always did everything in her power to protect him. To make sure his secrets remained tightly hidden. A carriage accident had taken their parents fifteen years ago, and King Orestus had adopted them. That tyrant made life a living hell for them. Emeriel entered the hallway to Aekeira's chambers when he heard it. Whimpers. Soft, pain-filled whimpers. That sound was coming from… Rage surged through Emeriel. Not this again! Determined, he stormed down the hall, and shoved the door open, unsheathing his sord. "Get away from my sister right this instant, Lord Murphy, or I swear to the sky I will cut you down where you stand!" Emeriel snarled. The minister of human affairs's face twisted with irritation, and he stopped thrusting. "Go away, little prince. You're ruining the fun." Emeriel hated the jab 'little prince,' but surely not as much as he hated being called a 'slight prince.' Over the years, Navians had given him a lot of names thanks to his small and feminine look. "Get away from her right now!" Emeriel strode purposefully toward the bd, seizing hold of Lord Murphy and pushing him away from Aekeira. With a satisfying thud, the old oaf tumbled to the floor. Aekeira rose from the bd, clutching her vulnerable body, her face red from crying, eyes tired and swollen. Emeriel pulled his sister into his arms, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Keira." "It was not your fault." "Why the hell would you do that!?" Lord Murphy rose angrily. "I won Princess Aekeira fair and square in the card game at the gathering last night. The king wagered with her and lost to me! I was supposed to have her for two hours at least!" Emeriel's eyes blazed as he whirled around, facing him. "If you put your hands on her again, I swear to the sky I will cut off your mle oran, Lord Murphy." "You will not dare!" "I'll gladly take whatever punishment the king gives," he stated with conviction, "but you will be without your manhood. Choose wisely." Lord Murphy's eyes widened, his hands flying protectively over his cr*ch, face reddening in anger. "The king will hear of this!" The minister snarled. Taking his clothes, he marched out of the room. "Oh, Em, why did you do that?" Aekeira's eyes filled with worry. "The king might punish you with the hot whip again." "I do not care. Let us go to my room." Putting his sord away, Emeriel could not even look his sister in the eyes, dangerously close to tears himself. Helping Aekeira into her clothes, he led her out, and down the hallway. That age-old guilt crept down Emeriel's spine. Aekeira always protected Emeriel, even when it made her the sole target. His sister never hated him, but Emeriel hated himself for it. Aekeira was always bubbly and always happy. But in times like this, when her body was viated, she mostly looked tired then. Weary of the world. Worried about the next aristocrat the king would hand her over to. Much later, freshened up, Aekeira laid on the bed, closing her eyes. "Em? My worst nightmare when I was younger was thinking I would be sold to an aristocrat in Cavar, but now, I almost wish that heartless king went ahead with it, instead of changing his mind," Aekeira whispered. "Please, don't say that." Emeriel held her hand. "That kingdom is a horror play. Anywhere is better than Cavar, sister. Well, except beyond the great mountain, of course." Just the thought made Emeriel shiver. The Urekai dwelled beyond those mountains. "Sometimes I wish I could leave this godforsaken kingdom." A single tear slipped from Aekeira's eyes. Me too, Keira. Me too. ** That night, after bathing, Emeriel stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection. His long, silken black hair fell over his shoulders, cascading like a waterfall. With his hair down like this, he looked like what he truly was. A girl. What would it feel like to live freely, like the person the mirror reflected? To not live in fear of the next man who might seek to take advantage of him, like they do his sister? Emeriel fantasized about marrying the man of his dreams. A protector. Someone powerful enough to keep him safe, shield him from predators, and sweep him off his feet with immense strength and love. All delusion. But a sweet one, nonetheless. Reality was far too ugly. Shaking it off, he crawled into bed and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him. . . The dream began as it always did. The man filled the doorway, hidden in the shadows. He was big, larger and more masculine than any man Emeriel had ever seen. Tall like a giant, he made Emeriel feel small, like a cornered prey. "Who are you?" Emeriel's drowsy voice came out shaky, filled with fear. "What do you want from me?" "You are mine," he said, voice deep as rolling thunder. "Meant to be on your knees for me. On your back. To be fked you so hard your legs quake. You were meant to beg for me all the time. Only mine." Emeriel's face burned with shock. So scandalized, he scrambled upright. "Y-you shouldn't say such improper things to me! It's wrong!" But the mysterious man stepped into Emeriel's bedroom, emerging from the shadows. As he did, his body shifted into a...beast. The most terrifying Emeriel had ever seen. A Urekai. "Oh gods, oh gods," Emeriel's breath hitched in terror, panic setting in. Of all the shapeshifters in the world, why a UREKAI!? He advanced with purpose. Its glowing yellow eyes bore into Emeriel, filled with hunger. Shaking his head fiercely, Emeriel scrambled backward. "No, no, no! Leave me alone!" he shouted, "Guards! Someone, help!" But no one came. The beast leapt onto the bed, got on top of Emeriel, trapping him under. Claws tore through his clothing, Emeriel's vulnerable female body was exposed to its yellow eyes. His powerful thighs forced Emeriel's apart...! Emeriel jolted awake with a scream. Body shaking and drenched in sweat, he glanced around the dark, empty room. "It was just a dream," he whispered, trembling. "Thank the gods. Just a dream." The same dream again. He'd had this dream for months now. He swallowed hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. "Why do I keep having such a scary nightmare?" It terrified Emeriel a lot. A Urekai? No one in this world prayed to meet a Urekai in their lifetime. Certainly not Emeriel. Yet, even with all the terror inside, the hotness of the dream lingered in his body. His feminine core felt different. Wt. What does this mean? Chapter 3 UREKAI Stepping outside the next morning, two warriors stopped before Emeriel. "The king summons you, my prince," One of them said. "Your presence is needed in the courtroom." Sht. That foolish minister wasted no time ratting on him. Emeriel let the way to court. It's just whipping, he will be fine. But, as he walked down the hall towards the door, it was eerily quiet. Something was wrong. The court was always noisy from the outside. Mutterings, murmurs, arguments were always expected. His worry deepened when the door opened, and all eyes didn't turn to gaze at him condescendingly. Instead, everyone's eyes were fixed at the center of the king's court. Emeriel's eyes followed theirs. Two men dressed in all-white apparel robes, with long, straight, waist-length black hair stood, appearing harmless. But a longer glance had Emeriel noticing muscles barely concealed under their robes, their slightly tipped ears, and their incredibly unnaturally handsome faces that were completely unreadable. He froze. Urekai. These ones looked expensive and aristocratic. Emeriel's throat went dry. No one prays to meet a Urekai face-to-face. "What do you say, King Orestus?" the Urekai with the long scar running from his cheek spoke. He looked the most intimidating. "No, this cannot happen," King Orestus protested, looking terrified, and doing a poor job of hiding it. The frown on Scarred Urekai's face deepened. Clearly, this was a being that did not take no for an answer. "You are mistaken if you think we are giving you a choice, human king," he said, taking a threatening step forward. The ministers of the court gasped, shrinking back into their seats. "Easy, Lord Vladya," the other Urekai spoke, his voice gentler. Imploring rather than commanding. The scarred Urekai, Lord Vladya, gave the king a hard look that would make any man tremble. "It is the least you can do, human king. Give us the princess, and we will leave quietly." "We are ready to pay for her," the other Urekai added, reaching into his robe and withdrawing a large bag of coins. Fear receded. The king's ears perked up with interest. "Money?" "Not just money, there are gold coins too," The non-scarred Urekai said. Everyone gasped, including Emeriel. Gold coins were rare and highly valuable. The Urekai continued, "All you have to do is hand the princess over, and this bag is yours." Wait… Princess? They couldn't possibly mean... The grand entrance opened again as two guards led Aekeira into the court. No, no, no, not my sister. Emeriel moved forward, but the guards who had escorted him stopped his movement. He bit his lip hard, trying not to draw attention to himself, but it was incredibly difficult. Surely, this couldn't be what he thought it was. It had to be a dream. There was no way the Urekai were here to buy his sister as a slave...! The two guards leading Aekeira to the center of the court, stopped a few feet from the Urekais. The terror on Aekeira's face mirrored Emeriel's feelings. "So, let me get this straight," King Orestus began, "All I need to do is sell her to you, and all this money is mine? There are no other conditions? Nothing else?" "Yes," the non-scarred Urekai responded. Lord Vladya moved forward, closing the distance between him and Aekeira, who was visibly shaking now. Cupping Aekeira's cheek tilting her head to the side to get a better look. He appeared utterly disgusted. "She'll do." King Orestus picked up his gavel and struck it hard on his desk. "Sold! From this moment on, Princess Aekeira belongs to the Urekais." "WHAT!?" The shout escaped Emeriel's lips before he could stop it. He ran toward the center of the courtroom and fell to his knees. "Please don't sell my sister to them. Not to the Urekais! Please, Your Majesty." The king gave him a bored look. "It's out of my hands now, Emeriel." It's out of his… Emeriel couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You can't let this happen. She's your niece too! How could you do this!?" He wasn't proud his voice turned the high-pitch of a girl's, as he practically screamed. But he didn't care. "You know a fate worse than death awaits her beyond the great mountain! How could you agree to sell her to them?" "As if he has a choice," Lord Vladya scoffed, his deep baritone filled with cynicism. Emeriel whirled around to face them, anger blanketing his features. But as he stared into those intimidating gray eyes, he couldn't bring himself to give in to his rage. He had read in one of the books that an Urekai had the power to take a life without physical contact. It might just be a rumor, but with his sister's life on the line, he had no intention of testing that theory. "I will go too. Where Aekeira goes, I go," Emeriel said, lifting his chin defiantly. Aekeira snapped her head toward Emeriel, her eyes widened in terror. "No! What are you doing, Em?" "I'm going with you," Emeriel stated firmly. Lord Vladya arched a perfectly shaped brow. "No. We have no need for you; we only need your sister." Emeriel stood. "I don't care. Take me too. If you leave me here, I will always try to come to her. I will cross the great mountains if I have to!" Lord Vladya laughed. There was no humor in the cold sound. "Without the rite of passage, the great mountain will swallow you whole. You'll never make it to the other side." "I'll take my chances," Emeriel vowed. "No! My brother is not coming," Aekeira interjected, before turning pleading eyes to Emeriel. "Don't do this, Em. I'm already doomed. I don't want you to face the same fate!" "If you come with us, you will be taken as our slave." Lord Vladya stated, pinning Emeriel with a stare. "Urekai do not care if you're male or female; you will serve in any way your master wants you. Whether it's in the mines or the cellar, on your back, bent over, or on your knees. If you agree to be our slave too, your freewill ends today." A shiver ran through Emeriel's spine. "Do you know what it means to be an Urekai's slave, little human? You're a pretty boy; you will not lack masters to service." Fear seeped through his core. If everything he had heard growing up and read in books were true, being an Urekai's slave was worse than being a human's slave. And my dreams... I should be running in a different direction...! But he steeled his spine. "Where my sister goes, I go." "We did not agree to get two slaves," the second Urekai said. "That is settled then," Lord Vladya continued as if he never spoke. Reaching into his robe, the scarred Urekai pulled out another bag of coins, throwing both on the floor towards the king. "We will take both." "Sold!" King Orestus banged his gavel again. Chapter 4 SOLD TO THE UREKAI Aekeira cried for over an hour after they left the courtroom. At first, she had been angry, shouting at Emeriel about his foolish decision. And then, she broke down, crying as if her heart had been shattered. Now, they were left alone in a tiny room on the boat. Emeriel remained quiet throughout his sister's breakdown, the weight of his decision finally sinking in. By the Light-gods, he was now a slave. Lower than a loborn. Lower than a carpet servant. And not just any slave, but a Urekai slave. Or many Urekai, Emeriel had no idea yet. He would serve those heartless, ruthless beings who despised humans. "You're a pretty boy; you will not lack masters to service." A shiver coursed down Emeriel's spine. They were going to vilate his body. What he had always dreamed of would finally coming true. Only now, it wouldn't be just one beast, it would be many. As many as his master wanted. Emeriel swallowed the bile rising in his throat. His breath seized as panic set in. "Breathe, Em. Come on," Aekeira appeared by his side, rubbing his back. "In... and out... come on, Em." Aekeira's voice was gentle, soothing, giving Emeriel no choice but to follow its sound. Aekeira continued rubbing his back. "Good girl. That's my girl." Two Urekai came in and forced them to take an unknown pill. Surely they hadn't paid all that money just to kll them before they even became slaves, right? Emeriel thought as she swallowed it. Minutes later, they both dropped unconscious on the floor. • Much later, Emeriel woke to the bumping ride of the carriage. His head woozy, his senses disoriented as he blinked several times to adjust his vision. They had been forced to take a pill. Rising, he walked to the carriage's wooden window and pushed it open. A gasp left him. They are in Urekai land. Emeriel could see dozens of them. But what had his jaw on the floor was the humans. There were plenty in sight. Many females nearly matching the number of males. Everyone knew the Urekais had acquired and held numerous humans captive after the war, but the sheer number he could see surpassed his expectations. And they were all slaves. Some were working in the fields, their weary bodies bent under the weight of their labor. Some were hauling heavy loads, their muscles straining with each step, under the watchful eyes of Urekai's. Some Urekais held whips, while some held sords. The sight turned Emeriel's stomach, making him sick. Is this to be our life now? Aekeira's grn of wakefulness echoed behind him and Emeriel quickly turned to his sister, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright, Kiera?" he asked, his voice hushed. Aekeira nodded, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we?" she asked, eyes scanning their surroundings. Their kingdom, Urai," Emeriel whispered, keeping his voice down so the carriage master would not overhear. Together, they took in the huge fortress in front of them. The carriage was headed straight for it. "This place looks highly luxurious," Aekeira said. Emeriel nodded. As royalty, they were well-acquainted with luxury, but this was on an entirely different scale. Which begged the question... Who exactly were the males who had purchased them? And if they weren't his and his sister's masters, then who was...? ****** They were brought into an empty room after passing numerous chambers and passages. "This shall be your quarters for now," a soldier announced. The room was surprisingly spacious and tastefully decorated. Not long after the soldiers left, the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears, growing closer with each passing moment. The door swung open, and an older human woman marched in. Accompanied by a younger human woman and three Urekai males. The older woman's gaze landed on Emeriel, and she did a double take. "You are one remarkably handsome male. I have seen a lot of pretty males in my time, but even I can hardly think of one who is half as pretty as you." Feeling uneasy, Emeriel took a step back, finding solace behind Aekeira, who spread her arms protectively to shield him from prying eyes. "Well, it's a shame you're not the one we came for," the woman said dismissively, turning away. "Prepare her, boys. Amie, get the bath ready." The three males closed in on Aekeira, beginning to undress her. Their hands removed her clothes, while another tended to her hair, undoing the knots. "What are you doing?" Emeriel asked, concerned. "Getting her ready for what is to come." The older woman didn't bother to look at him. "You can either stay or leave. I care not. But if you disturb me, I will have you reported to the soldiers and thrown into the dungeon." Numerous questions swirled in Emeriel's mind, but a shake of Aekeira's head silenced him. He watched helplessly as they undressed her, with the younger girl, Amie, preparing a large tub filled with water. Eventually, Emeriel decided to step out and explore, wandering the halls aimlessly. He followed one to a secluded passage that appeared hidden from casual glances. Voices echoed in the distance, so he moved closer towards them. "What shall we do with the boy? He was not part of the plan," one voice said. "I do not care, Lord Ottai. Perhaps we will think of something later." Lord Vladya's voice came. "For now, let us focus on the girl. The bad weather delayed our journey, I had expected us to return yesterday." His voice, chilling and authoritative, Lord Vladya added. "Time is running short; she must be in the forbidden chambers tonight." Forbidden chambers? Emeriel didn't like the sound of that at all. "Calm yourself, Vladya. That young girl cannot handle the beast," Lord Ottai added. "I do not care. They have made their bds, and they shall lie in them," Vladya said defiantly. A heavy sigh followed. "It would be heartless to send that girl in to service the beast without any inkling of what to expect. I know you have no love for humans, and frankly, neither do I, but we can surely do better than that," Lord Ottai reasoned. "Do as you wish, Ottai. Tell them everything or tell them nothing. I care not," Vladya stated. "Whether she lives or dies, I care not either. I shall throw in the pretty little prince next, and if he perishes too, I shall be on the next carriage to the next human kingdom to select another princess for him. That is the only aspect of this that concerns me." A silence fell after their exchange, leaving Emeriel's mind racing with fear and disbelief. Service the beast? Die? Chapter 5 YOUR PURPOSE HERE Emeriel was horrified. I must rescue Aekeira! We need to escape! "I know you are there, pretty prince. I can smell you," Lord Vladya's voice rang out. Emeriel gasped, frozen in place as Lord Vladya's imposing figure emerged from the door. Instinctively, Emeriel took a step back. Then another. Lord Vladya smirked. "I would advise against whatever thoughts are brewing in that little head of yours. You have no inkling of where you are, do you?" Emeriel could only discern they were in the tallest, most fortified fortress he had ever seen. He shook his head, his fear palpable. "You are in Ravenshadow," Lord Ottai said, coming up behind the scarred Lord. Ravenshadow? The Ravenshadow!? No, by the Light, this cannot be happening. "R-Ravenshadow Citadel? The home of the f-four grand rulers of the Urekais. The Whispering Abyss of great power?" Emeriel blurted out, unable to contain his terror any longer. Lord Ottai snorted. "That is what humans call it. We do not. But yes, you are correct. You are in the Ravenshadow Citadel, Prince Emeriel." "You do not need me to inform you that this is the most secure place in Urai, with vast lands in which you could get lost in if you attempt to escape." Lord Vladya smirked. "A vortex that would swallow you, never to be seen again. There is no escape from Ravenshadow." Emeriel heard their words, but his mind was consumed by a far greater fear. "The four grand rulers of the Urekais reside here?" Emeriel mused, dreadfully. "They do." Lord Ottai sounded mildly amused, drawing Emeriel's attention. Emeriel had no idea he'd said that out loud. Inching closer to Lord Ottai-He seemed the less intimidating and a preferable choice in that moment-Emeriel threw weary glances at the scarred lord. "I have heard rumors about Urekai." "What exactly did you hear?" Lord Ottai asked. "They are said to be deadly, unpredictable and almost feral in their actions." " Emeriel listed off on his fingers as he rambled. "Their mating habits are said to be as brutal as their killings, and while they have bldhosts, they prefer to drain humans' bld. And, after their king ran wild, they-" "Terrific. Just what I needed to hear," Lord Vladya added in a dry tone. Lord Ottai, still somewhat amused, spoke up, "I will leave the briefing to Lord Vladya. I need to attend to the council." What!? Please do not leave me with him! Emeriel almost shouted. But he bit his lips hard, restraining himself. Lord Vladya, however, did not hold back. "Think again, Lord Ottai. There is no way I will-" "Would you prefer Lord Zaiper handle the briefing then?" Lord Ottai asked quietly. A muscle twitched on Lord Vladya's jaw and he gave Emeriel a hard look, as if actually considering the option. Lord Ottai must have picked up on that, quickly adding, "You know you don't want that to happen. Besides, let us not forget the favor you owe me. Remember that?" Lord Vladya glared at him, and Lord Ottai offered a wolfish smile. "I believe it's time to collect. You do the briefing. Off I go." With that, Lord Ottai strode away, exuding an air of sophistication with every step. Finally, Emeriel and Lord Vladya stood facing each other. "Come." Lord Vladya began walking, and Emeriel fell into step behind him. "Forget whatever rumors may have spread in the human realm. Some may hold a grain of truth, but most are truly bizarre." Lord Vladya looked mildly annoyed. "However, I will not delve into the vast knowledge of our kind, for it is too extensive to cover. Instead, I will share the parts that pertain to your sister's presence here." Emeriel braced himself. "Five hundred years ago, and even before that, my people and humans coexisted peacefully. Grand King Daemonikai made sure of that." Grand King Daemonikai. The mere mention of the name had goosebumps spreading on Emeriel's skin, knees quaking in barely-concealed fear. One of the oldest Urekai to have ever existed, his reputation was known throughout the world, even to a child born in present times. He wasn't just one of the four rulers, he was the very first. The ultimate ruler. His power and strength were legendary. Some even suggested he couldn't be klled. That name, Daemonikai, was one that struck terror into the hearts of every species existing in this world. "His son, Alvin, made friends with a human prince." Lord Vladya continued. "During a conversation over a glass of champagne, Alvin, in a drunken state, told the prince the secrets of our people. The Eclipse Moon night." "A night when the Urekai were naturally stripped of their power and strength by the moon, right?" Emeriel asked, wondering if the rumors were true. "It comes every five hundred years, rendering you lots incredibly weak. Weaker than a newborn baby. Vulnerable to attack." The scarred Urekai stopped and eyed Emeriel, nodding before walking again. "What Alvin didn't know was the prince's father used his son to gather information about us. King Memphis had his eyes set on our land. To make a long story short, the humans breached our defenses and attacked us on the Eclipse Moon night, inflicting significant damage upon our kingdom." A shadow crossed Lord Vladya's eyes. "Many of our people were killed. The survival of the Urekai was largely due to the efforts of the four rulers, particularly Daemonikai." He looked distant, as if he could see that night playing out before him. "Daemonikai exerted every ounce of his strength to save his people. Sacrificed everything he had...knowing the consequences it would bring." Consequences? Emeriel suddenly felt bad. The humans regarded that night as a victory. Talked about it as a great achievement. But hearing it now, it was nothing short of barbaric. "After that night, everything changed," Lord Vlayda said. "Many Urekai lost their bondmates and children. Those who remained were hardened by the loss. Even our revenge did nothing to ease the pain in our hearts." "Your kind almost decimated the human population, forcing many into hiding." Emeriel couldn't keep the bitterness off his tone. "The Urekai took numerous slaves and nearly depleted the human lands of their females. And it did nothing?" As those chilling eyes once again stared at him. Emeriel snapped his mouth shut. "Then, Grand King Daemonikai gave in to his beast and went mad. His mind was completely lost, has remained so for the past five hundred years. The very people he sacrificed everything to protect are now in danger from him." Lord Vladya turned a corner. "The beast breaks free periodically, going on ruthless, brutal killing sprees. To prevent further loss, the beast is confined here in Ravenshadow." Okay... that sounded like a good idea. What was the problem? "But, confinement alone is not enough. Our inner beasts require two basic substance to survive: bl*d and sx," Lord Vladya surveyed Emeriel with a piercing gaze. "And that is where your sister comes in." Emeriel grew unease. He did not like where this was going. "Princess Aekeira will fulfill the beast's sxual needs. That is why she was acquired. As for you, since I have no use for you, both of you belong to the beast," Lord Vladya asserted firmly. "What?" The disbelieving whisper tore from Emeriel. "Surely, y-you can't mean that." "Tell Princess Aekeira to present to the beast. If she presents well, who knows? She might survive another day. I care little for the outcome." Emeriel collapsed to his knees, tears blurring his vision. "Please, Lord Vladya, don't subject her to this. To be a sxual slave? To a beast...the king's beast? My sister will die!!" He screamed, his words tainted with anger. Lord Vladya did not bat an eyelash. "Good luck trying to run away from Ravenshadow. For every attempt, you will be met with fifty lashes of the whip." With that, he turned on his heel, stridingpassed terror, and Emeriel surged after him, but the Urekai soldiers blocked his path. "Who do you think you are!?" Emeriel screamed. "Do you consider yourself so all-powerful that you can dictate the fate of living beings!? You are nothing more than beasts! You're a monster, Lord Vladya!" Lord Vladya halted at the doorway, casting a glance over his shoulder. "That is a compliment, human prince. And to you, it is Grand Lord Vladya." Emeriel froze. Grand Lord? As in, one of the four rulers of the Urekai, that GRAND LORD!? Holy light-gods, we're doomed. Chapter 6 SERVING THE BEAST The night had descended upon them. Aekeira's face turned pale upon hearing everything from Emeriel. She had not uttered a single word in hours. Instead, tears streamed down her eyes. Emeriel could hardly recognize Aekeira after the "treatment" Livia had given her. Aekeira was incredibly beautiful, well-groomed, and all dressed up in that scanty piece of nothing. He despised the purpose behind her transformation and dreaded the impending arrival of the Urekai guards, who would soon take her away. "Let us escape," Emeriel suggested urgently. "This place is vast, and-" Aekeira shook her head. "I cannot risk your life, Em. Grand Lord Vladya warned you about the severe consequences of attempting to escape. Moreover, if we're caught, they will undoubtedly discover your secret when they strip you down to whip you. It is simply not an option." Emeriel approached his sister and shook her firmly. "Pull yourself together, Aekeira! You will be forced to serve a UREKAI in its BEAST FORM! One that has lost its sanity and has remained feral for over five hundred years! You cannot subject yourself to such a fate! You will die if you do this!" he screamed. "We have no other choice!" Aekeira screamed right back, "I will not put you in danger, Emeriel. Can't you understand? You are my younger sister. Our parents risked everything to protect you, and I will do everything in my power to do the same. Not because you are a burden, but because I am your elder sister, and I love you dearly!" Emeriel bit his lip, struggling to hold back tears. "And who will protect you, Aekeira? Who will ensure your safety?" Aekeira's desperate arms grasped Emeriel, as she gazed into his eyes. "They must never discover you are a girl, Emeriel. Never! Neither the humans nor the Urekais must find out." The door swung open, announcing Livia's return, accompanied by the young girl, Amie, and another group of Urekai soldiers. "It is time. Let us proceed," Livia declared as her eyes widened. "It is inadvisable for you to touch her now. You do not want to leave your scent on her. Release her immediately." "What do you mean? What will happen if I touch my sister?" Emeriel asked, quickly pulling away. "The beast must not detect any other scent on her. If it smells a scent it hates, it may become even more brutal–might even tear her apart. That is why you must not touch her, Emeriel." Livia nodded for the men to escort Aekeira out of the room, and Emeriel followed. The journey was long and silent, involving a lot of twists and turns. They passed by human slaves and Urekai maids within the vast fortress, but as they approached their destination, the faces grew scarce, and the surroundings became eerily quiet. Fear and goosebumps crept over Emeriel as they entered a haunting corridor. A strange sensation fell over Emeriel, and the silence became almost deafening. It felt as though they were walking through a graveyard. "This is as far as we go," Livia whispered at the entrance of the hallway. You can proceed from here, Aekeira." Emeriel ignored the head maid's words about not touching his sister and gripped Aekeira's arm tightly. "Don't do it," he pleaded, shaking his head vehemently. Aekeira did not turn to look at him, as she gently pulled her hand away and continued forward. ** Back at their chambers, Emeriel began to pace. He scratched his arm, feeling restless and irritable. All he wanted was for his sister to remain alive until the next day. Whether she was wounded or in pain, it didn't matter, as long as she was alive. It might have been selfish of him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. But as he paced, Emeriel felt really, really strange. Hot. So hot. As if he was burning from the inside... ...... What happens next? 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2,701,735	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701727}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	SAVE UP TO 65% + FREE GIFTS 🔥	"Thought I was doing everything right with my old toothbrush, but then I learned about how many germs it might have. With Tao Clean’s UMMA Diamond Sonic Toothbrush, it's a whole new level of clean. It's not just about brushing – it's about knowing that brush is germ-free every time it reaches my mouth. What a relief!" - Kelly B. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐	SHOP_NOW	https://www.taoclean.com/pages/11-reasons-why-the-	Discover Weekly	https://www.facebook.com/discoverweekly001/	1,601	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	taoclean.com	DCO	Last For A Lifetime	https://www.taoclean.com/pages/11-reasons-why-the-umma-sonic-toothbrush-is-taking-the-dental-world-by-storm-in-2025	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481252619_1414377442892820_7412760813479541449_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PfuyZSTFhO8Q7kNvgGv7sS3&_nc_oc=AdjqpvkaHDpqk1w4cEYj9pXaAp9EWtVaYEwwQa7e6UYJAci0BSVJgqhFm9fF5Rel4ORpS12uQtlJpvOAcP1p-QwK&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AdNCgzxzORYEEUhxeqBjLlt&oh=00_AYAy2vmr1gxApheG84ikVaBpNEgsbUR52SeOpFOaU8YpEw&oe=67C5E85E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Discover Weekly	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,171	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701496}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	FREE SOLAR IF WE CAN’T LOWER YOUR BILL! 💡💰	Switch to Solar with Zero Risk! ☀️💰 If we can’t lower your current electric bill, return thousands in tax rebates, and provide a 25-year U.S. warranty, YOU GET THE SYSTEM FOR FREE! No upfront costs, no surprises—just savings and energy independence! 🔥⚡ Fill out the form now and see how much you can save! 🚀	LEARN_MORE	http://fb.me/	Emmett Solar & Innovation Advisor	https://www.facebook.com/emmettio.us/	169	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	fb.me	CAROUSEL	Switch to Solar with Zero Risk! ☀️💰 If we can’t lower your current electric bill, return thousands in tax rebates, and provide a 25-year U.S. warranty, YOU GET THE SYSTEM FOR FREE! No upfront costs, no surprises—just savings and energy independence! 🔥⚡ Fill out the form now and see how much you can save! 🚀	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482080265_1191023559413849_6948913846023372873_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=12NDFIMoGOQQ7kNvgHGoNOX&_nc_oc=Adhyaw6TM5Dty77TnUYQ40bHibcGA9deSVxUen9unmAf6b2pUIWNcKcRMLnVaBRO2SFJDTJYvxCHZf1SmrcA3mYW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A-smNnqtDfv7lql5Bfg4gJe&oh=00_AYCOcQUtnrY2oV0RJwzs_dLwl7wDHXgD2UGXAvpnKjim-A&oe=67C5CDFD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Emmett Solar & Innovation Advisor	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,701,416	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701414}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Stop overthinking and start living	✨️️️️️️️ Stop overthinking and start living today ✨️️️️️️️ 🎯 Boost confidence: Develop strategies for better decision making and self-esteem 💫 Eliminate negative thoughts: Learn how to identify and reduce toxic thought patterns ⌛ Live in the present moment: Become calm, happy, and trust your intuition	LEARN_MORE	https://mindway.app/start?qz=mw1	Your Personal Coach Sophia	https://www.facebook.com/61555143686071/	1,777	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	mindway.app	IMAGE		https://mindway.app/start?qz=mw1	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469952168_877260664259877_3990950328714330832_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MB5Pkda0fEIQ7kNvgH0FJJw&_nc_oc=AdjjqNTJGOAetMl30MA6Kz1GvbhU_A9x60B9oLAwx2IXaj4j8OnfQG-Rh93562PBTYMEJFAYg7BEO9PmW3U6VUuH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ar4Ds7Hbp4sfAH4A8l7G8qO&oh=00_AYAngYzDROsEGPgfQAsShNVNBBl2hNxxf6nrNiEFU3-_pQ&oe=67C5DAF8	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Your Personal Coach Sophia	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,701,719	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Ultralink Pocket [FREE INTERNET IN YOUR POCKET]	"📶📶📶 Stay Online Anywhere with UltraLink Pocket! Don't worry about the mobile phone without signals and the power on the journey. https://www.thexcoolhouse.online/ultralink-pocket"	SHOP_NOW	https://www.thexcoolhouse.online/ultralink-pocket	Çurvahouse	https://www.facebook.com/61573160177513/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	www.thexcoolhouse.online	VIDEO		https://www.thexcoolhouse.online/ultralink-pocket	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480860230_4031935767128472_7822599472820362132_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7K3NEc6hpD4Q7kNvgGBb8KN&_nc_oc=Adg14gexSitrrW947h1EhOQpwNExf_SgnW1qt30FJgAf7UhQVpwS8XawNZLegtVYA7Yt2MVDBukcPT7P_AkOH9Tv&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AmhqqEkckcUg6jND69PQYnZ&oh=00_AYB5_jdhIDS7MxcqJ5eNUsq2lijIDCeGboBALVEZd3-6dA&oe=67C5D8AD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Çurvahouse	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,701,872	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701517}'	No	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642		Get your dose of VICE on the first of the month THIS SATURDAY 🪩 80s✨90s💥 Electrofunk ⚡ Disco🕺🏾Today's hottest hits. All on one floor with MR. White behind the decks. 9pm/21+/FREE	MESSAGE_PAGE		The Blue Lagoon	https://www.facebook.com/thebluelagoonnightclub/	6,677	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480999266_659420413137082_2935274305067537686_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KcrcCppmwX4Q7kNvgE1__j8&_nc_oc=Adjmdzq21FYPYi6ETdyIwYqNkwNSdQcmbebfk1KCMwXtc5cvoXjlvWf9Bw34Y1B3s3N7cu-Jos57DTq8hKatO2qu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AuV_xyvXxYsBAk_NX5F-xdO&oh=00_AYD-qNhMUl4BUeb1EdifDkqciWMITBjWR2azy3o6gbvNmw&oe=67C5E8A0	PERSON_PROFILE	0	The Blue Lagoon	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,467	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702379}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	The newest fantasy RPG in 2025	Come and join us in this new RPG, where you can level up easily with free rewards and heroes🥰	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://itunes.apple.com/app/id6740899506	Eternal Saga	https://www.facebook.com/eternalsagaglobal/	177	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	itunes.apple.com	IMAGE		http://itunes.apple.com/app/id6740899506	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481088573_1153034896306339_3795161572568028356_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xJO3oolK2bkQ7kNvgEPApU0&_nc_oc=AdiBBEEywPPhGZrykrCkE4GQErg202pUjhBSLWcyNTfxnNyB7zcRs905gMpoYMTjQ3L955ziFJFBcAkoOL-e6Y_L&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AwY9GsN73HQlnmbsl02_8cK&oh=00_AYBEq9K48wR3QyMgU2s_IkNeTG8xGj3a-TYY3r3Zwcv0eQ&oe=67C5EC07	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Eternal Saga	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,701,710	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701496}'	No	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Concrete Repair: Starting at $249		GET_QUOTE	http://fb.me/	Voolt Certified Service Provider	https://www.facebook.com/61571038885556/	101	1969-12-31 18:00	Get Quote	fb.me	CAROUSEL		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/476148591_1329361054919486_5483794671170710935_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rCBfRd5THKoQ7kNvgEZ-f4k&_nc_oc=AdhZ4GZuUzwpmEMETRljfXvmtRnxn16heRqeARBbZaKkfK-Exn5lPjWwS1kMrFKmK9yBjhKgwE2_C1w37x5czaPg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmhqqEkckcUg6jND69PQYnZ&oh=00_AYDgNnX3DjF2gx4TXBjRoTX-9uGsPNbP3gmSVey2ynBpLQ&oe=67C5DB3C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Voolt Certified Service Provider	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,063	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701517}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642		March Madness Pet Photography Sale – Capture the Love! Your pet is more than just an animal—they’re family. They’re your adventure buddy, your couch companion, your best friend. And just like any family member, their moments deserve to be captured beautifully. Imagine looking back at a stunning portrait of your dog with the sun setting behind them, their fur glowing in golden light. Or a heartwarming photo of your cat curled up, staring at you with those deep, knowing eyes. These are the moments that make life special. And that’s exactly what I capture. This March, I’m offering a special discount on all pet photography sessions because I believe every pet owner deserves incredible images of their four-legged best friend. Why Choose Rising Storm Photography? Stress-Free Sessions – I understand animal behavior and know how to create a relaxed, fun environment so your pet feels comfortable in front of the camera. Expertise in Capturing Personality – Whether playful, regal, or goofy, I bring out the unique personality of every pet I photograph. High-Quality, Artistic Images – These aren’t just photos; they’re beautifully crafted portraits worthy of printing and displaying in your home. Outdoor & On-Location Options – From scenic outdoor backdrops to cozy at-home sessions, I work with you to create the perfect setting. March Sale Specials: 10% off all pet photography sessions Exclusive Bonus: Receive a set of five high-resolution, professionally edited digital images from your session, ready for printing and sharing Limited spots available—book early before they fill up Time moves fast, and our pets don’t stay with us forever—but their memories can. Let’s create something beautiful together. Bookings are open now through March 31. Email map@bookaphotoshoot.com or send me a message to reserve your session today. If you’ve ever thought about getting professional photos of your pet, now is the time. Let’s capture these moments while we can.	MESSAGE_PAGE		Rising Storm Photography	https://www.facebook.com/RisingStormPhotography/	302	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481187597_1194869938730187_3853749878499481570_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ovVXqUndwk8Q7kNvgFUJzpm&_nc_oc=AdgJdpySWShYoa1LDYsyTmkN_EZ45KpuTSdmJyI5oR8HMU6GPwdiXQYmWuM646Wemn7AjNoxwNfx7BB-a1eaSHDl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Asq8aemFCXgUB4iZSkxdvpp&oh=00_AYCFDO69vsjLsEZxfhYmKBEhtRGowTEQ3IzEQDoX_TEGsw&oe=67C5CE73	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Rising Storm Photography	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,410	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701496}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Contact us below	Contact us to learn more	LEARN_MORE	http://fb.me/	The Wyoming Reserve	https://www.facebook.com/61564686751012/	48	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	fb.me	CAROUSEL	Contact us to learn more	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/477782568_4072669869725877_8662210873812684109_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WYSGQQdXEV0Q7kNvgFQLX82&_nc_oc=Adj93Nij4mLbD3yoXlzWYeCtRyGMpMGiyOZdNQjE_EWWCAOUkiE2tI4UP4a94tn5gRcx_4jd6Ob0bd5gMunGgag-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AM8EbWupu4ht3bBJfv6U0qJ&oh=00_AYCV2Q9hawlljQdNFuYiaTAdb7CK7mnOtmEuwdGLlsRakg&oe=67C5C034	PERSON_PROFILE	0	The Wyoming Reserve	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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