Chapter 496: Always War

No one in their right mind would ever pray to be in Griffin’s shoes. He stood stiffly outside the chamber door with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched so tight it might crack while Violet’s moans reverberated through the corridor.

"Oh goddess... Oh yes...!"

Just his luck as the moaning hit its breathy crescendo, a group of Novas—young trainees in pale robes—rounded the corner with scrolls in hand and curiosity in their eyes.

Perfect.

"It’s uh... an intense prayer session going on in there," Griffin said dryly, catching the mix of curiosity and awkwardness on their faces.

Then, as if the moon goddess herself had a twisted sense of humor, Violet mewled again.

"Roman... mmh... yes... fuck—!"

Griffin saw the realization dawn on the Novas like a bolt of lightning. Faces flushed, they exchanged wide-eyed looks and scurried off, whispering furiously among themselves.

Griffin dragged a hand over his face and muttered under his breath, "Blessed be the holy fuckery of my life."

At this rate, their cover was going to be blown soon.

And yes, they were hiding in a temple dedicated to Selene, goddess of the moon, tucked deep in the outskirts of Aster City, the last place anyone would think to look.

Not in a place filled with incense, meditating priestesses, and chants for purity.

Which, clearly, they were ruining loudly.

Although that seemed contradictory since werewolves were, after all, deeply carnal creatures. But even so, the Moon Mother, head priestess of the temple, could not turn them away. Not when mates were involved.

the goddess of the moon, had forged the bond that tied them. It was sacred. It was

had to be kept. A temple was a temple. A pleasure house was

done the rest. The East pack was home to the most devout temples, and the moment the Moon

if summoned by his thoughts, Mother Thessara

placing one hand to his forehead

however, was known as the High Mother. Though the seers and healers served distinct functions within the temple hierarchy,

woman’s gaze shifted to the sealed door, behind which

just like

so

stretched by your Alpha,

"Yes.. Oh goddess..."

my name. Let the whole temple know who’s fucking

front of the priestess herself, Griffin wished the ground would split open and

was about to combust. Mother Thessara, however, didn’t so much as blink. Her expression remained serene, as though

his neck. "The fever rages strong with

was probably her

managed a tight-lipped

said, turning

moans and obscene declarations slowly fading, though not nearly fast

with grace beside him, her

off this wing," she said with a voice as calm as water. "No one will disturb them until

relief. "Thank you, Holy

gave the smallest nod, then continued

and reverent in its beauty. The air smelled of morning dew and crushed

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