After closing the restaurant for the night, Ellen climbed into her rusty old Motorbike and began the drive back to her residence.

She just needed 15 minutes to travel there from her home, which was situated in close proximity to the eatery.

The town of Yorkshire, Sun Rock was a prototypical example of a tiny college town, and it was typically teeming with life during the academic year. Despite this, the town was noticeably quieter than usual since it was Spring Break.

Ellen had been working at the restaurant since she was fifteen years old and had basically grown up at Brown's, either playing in the office by her mother or grandmother's feet or hanging around the kitchen and pantry from the time she could walk.

As a result, she was completely familiar with the route home from the restaurant.

Follow Downtown for almost two miles, pass through the historic mill, and then pull into the driveway of the house where she spent her youth.

She and her brothers still inhabited the family's traditional style home, which had been passed down through the generations from her grandmother to her mother to her and her brothers. Rio, Katie, and Doris had moved out quite some time ago, opting to have their own bachelor pads; however, their youngest child, Kent or Joan, was still living with her at home while he completed his master of science at NJU, which was located nearby.

However, he was spending the night away from home at the home of a friend in order to prepare for an exam. He would be the second Brown in history to graduate from college, and while Doris was endowed with a natural brilliance, Joan was incredibly intelligent and diligent, and he was dead set on attending Yale as soon as he finished his undergraduate degree, after which he would practice law.

As Ellen got closer to the driveway, she put the vehicle into park and slowed down. The moment she pulled in and her home came into view, she abruptly on the brakes and came to a stop.She yelled out, as a person suddenly materialized out of nowhere, ricocheted off the top of her automobile, and slid to the ground below.

She jumped out of her vehicle and ran towards the head of the line. She looked down and saw a gigantic guy slouched over on the ground. As she got closer, she noticed the man was completely nude.

She took a whiff of the atmosphere. "Lycan!" she shrieked out loud in shock.

She quickly reached for her handbag, extracted her phone, and began dialing Rio's number. It did not send her call to voicemail immediately; rather, it rang a few times before doing so. "Rio! Where are you right now? Please make your way over to the home right now! I believe... She yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice trembling, "I ran over a Lycan, and I believe I murdered him!"

Her breath caught as she heard a deep sigh. "Wait a minute, I believe he's still alive! But anyway. I'll get right back to you! She hurried back to the guy, tossing her phone into her handbag .

Stranger, a voice from deep within her murmured. Her typically stoic inner wolf let out a low growl when confronted with the strange individual.

At least, according to her mother and grandmother, she had a much closer connection to her Lycan ancestry while she held the position of Carl within her tribe. After all, it was a component of who she was. She has, throughout the course of her life, not only learned to tame the she-wolf, but she has also learnt to listen to it as if it were a second set of instincts.

She got down on her knees and examined the figure that was lying on the ground. She took another breath in an effort to determine the nature of the odor. A trip to the boardwalk is comparable to having tangerine juice, kosher salt, sweets, and fried bread. She stood there, dumbfounded, as the vision that the odor conjured up for her seemed almost real, with the roar of the ocean in her ear. She mused that it was strange.

"Yum?" That response had never been seen from her wolf in the past.

She put her hand on him in an effort to rouse him up by jolting him. After shifting back from Lycan form, he was normal temperature and heated, which explained why he was in his human form. She felt tingles of heat go through her own body as a result of touching his bare flesh, and she almost sprang back in astonishment.

Despite this, she maintained her grip on his shoulder and continued to shake and squeeze him.

"Hey.you! She yelled, "Mister!" at him. "Wake up! What exactly are you doing in this room? You aren't one of us, are you? This area is considered to be part of Sun Rock! She turned him over so that he was lying on his back. Even if he didn't get any medical assistance, the fact that he was a Lycan would cause his body to recover far more quickly.

When she finally saw his face, she bit her tongue and tried her best not to let out a gasp. She could see that the Lycan had black hair, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and seductive lips from where she was standing. He was really gorgeous. His chest was covered in a soft Doris of black hair, and there was a line going down his tight six-pack, tempting to what lay below. His chest was beautifully defined and muscular. Ellen became self-conscious and turned her head aside, but not before she stole a quick peek at his imposing physique. He let out one more sigh as his eyelids momentarily opened, exposing his eyes to be a brilliant greenish tint.

"Hey! Are you awake?" she inquired.

The guy opened his eyes, but neither of them seemed to be focused on anything.

Ellen took a moment to stop and collect her thoughts.

There was no way that she could call 911 because the police and the ambulance would ask her a ton of questions that she wasn't prepared to answer, such as why a naked man was in her driveway and how he was healing so quickly after being run over. She squared her shoulders and came to the conclusion that she would need to take him in for the time being and work things out afterwards.

"Okay, if you're able to stand up, let's get you inside the home. Is that all right? What exactly took place?"

He gave the impression of nodding, but the glassiness in his eyes did not change. "Hurt. can't see...," was all he could manage to groan. "Drugged."

She said, "You were drugged, right?"

"Alright, then, you're welcome to blow off some steam in my place."

She assisted him in standing by putting her shoulder under his left arm.

" The guy was probably around 6 feet tall and towered over her diminutive physique,. His upper torso was strong and tight, and the muscles on his shoulders were clearly defined and bunched together. As they made their way toward the home, she did her best to steady him despite the challenges she faced.

She had quite the challenge on her hands getting him up on the porch and propping him up against the door so that she could unlock it with her key, but she managed to accomplish it. Because it was impossible for him to climb the stairs to the second story, she led him to the guest bedroom that was located on the ground floor.

She pushed him off of her and into the bed, and then she turned on one of the lights that were next to the bed.

She was stunned when she saw how much more attractive he was when she looked at him in the dim light of the lamp. Even though his eyes were closed once again, she was still able to make out all of his features, including his tanned complexion and the light stubble that was forming on his powerful jaw. Something in her was hypnotized by the sight of him, and as a result, she tenderly touched his face with her palm while simultaneously removing a speck of dirt.

She was startled when a strong hand grabbed hers, and she instantly retreated, but he was much more powerful. He dragged her to the ground and turned her beneath himself,.

Ellen let out a gasp when his nose brushed across the place beneath her ear, and he took a long breath. He mumbled something nonsensical about "you" and "almond cookies." She attempted to talk and pushed to get out from beneath him, but he was able to quiet her by pressing his lips to hers as soon as she opened her mouth to speak.

At first, she did not move since the shock rendered her unable to do so. But very quickly, hunger and fire swept through her body, and before she knew it, she was giving in completely and kissing him back with all of her passion. His tongue glided over hers and began to consume them while simultaneously searching for an opening. As soon as she opened her lips, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, which was pleasant and warm, searching for hers among the other tastes.

The woman felt hands slipping beneath her shirt and pulling the cups of her bra down. Large, warm hands caressed the globes of her breasts, gently massaging them while fingers played with her nipples until they transformed into firm tiny buds. He moved his body so that he was cradled between her legs as she felt something firm push against her hips. His bare and swollen penis was pushing against the seam of her pants, demonstrating that he was standing completely upright.

Ellen's stomach let out a low, pleasurable growl, and she reflexively thrust her hips upward in response to what he was saying. After moving his hands away from her breasts, he trailed downward, along her tummy, and his fingers awkwardly clawed at the buttons on her trousers. He then moved his hands back up to her chest. She was becoming agitated, so she pushed at his hands and unbuttoned them herself. He jerked her hands away and then slipped his own beneath the thick fabric and her underwear, his warm fingers searching for the moist folds of her sex that were hidden below. When he found that she was already wet, he let out a deep, savage roar as he resumed his ferocious attack on her lips. He pushed a finger inside of her and found that she was already wet.

Ellen was startled back to reality as she heard the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. She expletives, "Fuck!" as she tries to shove the guy away from her. She braced her hands on his chest and then summoned all of her might to push forward, despite the difficulty of the task. It is clear that she took him by surprise since he flipped over so swiftly and then crashed back down into the ground with a resounding thud.

"Ellen! Where have you been, Ellen? Doris' voice could be heard coming from the main hallway. It sounded like someone was running up the stairs.

"Ellen, what exactly took place?" Rio called.

Fuck! Ellen attempted to brush her long, black hair back into some form of order while simultaneously buttoning up her slacks, straightening out her bra, and finally buttoning up her blouse. She yelled, "I'm Coming!" as she hurriedly exited the guest bedroom. "I'm coming!"

Doris was hurrying down the staircase when she came dangerously close to colliding with him. Ellen! He yelled as he grabbed her by the shoulders to save her from falling. "According to Rio, you contacted them in a state of panic and said that you had murdered someone! What exactly took place?" Brown eyes filled with worry and anxiety

"Ellen, there you are!," they said. Rio yelled as he made his way from the kitchen into the main hallway of the house.

"Why are you all hanging around at this place?" Her tone was harsh and her voice was raised when she inquired.

"You leave that message on my phone, and then you don't call back? ", she said. What was it that we were meant to be doing?"

"Er...sorry about that, I got sidetracked."

When Rio saw that she was blushing in response to his look, his eyes widened and his nose wrinkled. His eyes continued to sweep her from head to toe. Doris, however, interrupted him before he could say anything further.

"Explicate to us what took happened! Where is the person who you knocked down? "

She gave a little nod in response. "No, no.ok.just he's drugged." She heaved a sigh before recounting the events that had transpired, at least up to the point when she had brought him inside the home.

"A Lycan? Here? They are not permitted to enter your land without first obtaining your permission, are they?" Doris asked. He was one of her totally human half-brothers, yet he was also familiar with how Lycan society functioned despite this fact.

"Typically, yet it seems as if he was drugged before being maybe put here. Ellen spoke her internal monologue as she thought aloud, "He was nude, which makes me assume he changed to escape the folks who drugged him, and then he went off."

"Where can I find him?" When Rio inquired.

She went on to explain that she had placed him in the guest bedroom.

"Is he dangerous?" Doris inquired while wearing an anxious expression on his face. "Did he make an effort to harm you?"

Ellen assuaged his concerns by assuring him, "I believe he's too weak to accomplish anything." Rio gave her a knowing glance, and she returned it with eyes that were filled with begging silence. "Doris, if you could kindly uh...go and fetch him some clothing, that would be very appreciated. I'd say he's about the same height as Rio, but I'd say his chest is a little bit wider."

, "Check out my former room." Doris gave a quick nod before rushing up the staircase.

Rio looked to his sister for advice. "Too weak, huh?" He took a whiff of the atmosphere surrounding her. "I know you think you can keep a secret from me, but I can't. Not when you have a strong odor of sex and-"

She raised her palm to her mouth and said, "Shush!" "Would it not be possible if... I'm alright, he didn't injure me. Rio gave her a puzzled look as she stutteringly attempted to explain what had just happened. Let's not do it right now, all right? I'll explain later." She contemplated to herself, "If I can discover a reasonable explanation for this..." Except that I've completely lost my mind since I haven't had sex in so many years.

"Fine. Let's go have a look at this individual, shall we?"

They proceeded into the bedroom together, and once they were there, Rio turned on the main light switch so that he could have a better look. The enormous guy, who was still nude, had managed to pull himself up onto the bed in some mysterious way, and he was now lying on his back with his eyes closed.

Rio inched closer and peered over the top of the guy. "Huh," Rio said. "Oh, mother of god! He looks like..." Rio gradually shifted his head in the direction of his sister. "Ellen, are you serious? Don't you recognize this person?"

She gave him a glance in return before shrugging her shoulders.

"Just identify him for me," she demanded.

"Pleased to meet you, Carl Baker. The Carl Baker, businessman worth a billion dollars, chief executive officer of Melissa Corp., and King of Gauteng."

Ellen gaped at her brother. Her gaze turned to the bedridden guy. "Never!"

Rio frowned. "That's Carl Baker.One of the richest guy in the wrold . He pulled out his phone, tapped it, and gave it to her. "See?"

The gorgeous guy in a suit with a serious look was the same person in bed, albeit he was clean-shaven and had his hair slicked back. OMG!

"Ellen, you and him...?"

She blushed. "It... "I don't know...argh!" She grumbled. "Null! Contact his folks! Call the High Council."

"Have you ever met him? Or Liaison? It would be quicker than the Council."

"Actually." She recalled the ball. "His sister is cool. Nancy!"

She spotted the invitation between invoices and trash mail. A long-lost Lycan surfaced a few months ago. Ellen couldn't recall why she was exceptional. She was an orphan . Since she wasn't a pup, the clan hosted a welcome ball. Rio made Ellen RSVP last minute. She met the guest of honor at the ball, though she didn't realize it at first. Ellen left abruptly and couldn't say goodbye.

"Invited..." True Mate...etc. Yes! Paula. Paula's surname."

Her brother entered the name onto his phone's browser. "Nancy Paula, This webpage has her number. Is it her?"

Ellen pouted. "Call her." "I'll ask her."

Rio dialed a number and gave his sister the phone. Ellen held the receiver to her ear when the phone rang.

"Hello?" A woman responds.

"Hi.

"Nancy? Paula?"

"Yes, she answered.

" I'm not..um. Ellen Brown."

"Huh?" She hesitated. "Oh, Ellen! Remember? I'm sorry, I've been wanting to search you up, but I didn't see your name on the RSVP listso-"

She smiled. "Sorry for not saying farewell. I bailed out my brother," she said. Katie was arrested on ball night for fighting at a dive bar to defend a girl from an ex-boyfriend. Ellen shrugged. It cost her several free lunches to appease the local PD.

Nancy said, "I guess there are more important things than a ball." Nancy wanted to meet up with Ellen, but she had a family issue. "But I'll call you soon, ok?"

"Wait! Keep talking"! Ellen cried.

"Why?"

"We found him, I guess. My driveway was invaded. Your head was impaired. He's safe, but he must have moved to escape."

Stillness. Nancy requested her address. "I'm coming."

Nancy Paula-Feli remarked, "So, Barbie," as her town vehicle left The Woods, the Pretoria clan's Las Vegas residence. "Describe Ellen Brown," She rolled up the window to talk to the driver privately.

Barbie Woods, Carl's Executive Assistant and Human Liaison, halted. "I'm taking stock." Barbie was awake at midnight. Rickey, the clan's Beta, didn't want her to attend since she was 6 months pregnant. Rickey stayed behind in case of emergency.

Nancy was seven months pregnant, but no one else could go. She was the only one Suck rock knew and welcomed in. Nancy decided to call Barbie and Rickey during the 45-minute journey to Ellen's place.

"Okay, let's go. Annice Brown's daughter Ellen. Her mother died two years ago. " Barbie said.

Barbie said. "Unfortunately, that's all we know. Sun rock has no known Beta, Liaison. Since she's young and unmarried, she hasn't designated an heir."

"Why wasn't her name on the ball list? I googled RSVPs."

"She didn't RSVP to Nancy's coming-out ball, but she showed up regardless, "

Lycans worldwide lived in clans based on their locality. As Lycan puppies were uncommon, clans greeted them with an unique ritual. Even with Lycan couplings, their race had reproductive troubles, and humans had exclusively human progeny.

True Mate pairings always produced Lycan offspring, even if one parent was human.

Nancy's human mother was Lexus Bert's True Mate. Lexus died in a vehicle accident before he could introduce Nancy to the clan, so she assumed she was human and an orphan after her mother died. As a Private Investigator, she was following a mark at a Lycan nightclub when she began swaying uncontrollably. Her Lycan origins and parents were disclosed. She was greeted with a ball as Carl's half-sister and True Mate offspring.

Nancy remembered meeting her there. She was hiding in the restroom when a bunch of Lycan ladies insulted her and her mother. Ellen supported her despite not knowing her, and the two became good friends. Unfortunately, Ellen was called away before they could exchange numbers, and Nancy couldn't hunt her down. Plus, recent events diverted her from attempting to contact her buddy.

"She recalled me and revealed information she knew. "She said she discovered me online in an old PI listing,"

Nancy said. Carl reportedly arrived in her driveway inebriated and in wolf form. I wonder if he was drugged, kidnapped, and converted into a Lycan to escape."

Rickey's voice was strained "That's probably why he didn't contact Erica." Carl's bodyguard was Osborn Erica. Carl had gone to one of his favorite bars, Andres, but hadn't checked in for four hours. He headed to the pub but neither Carl nor his phone were there. Rickey went to Andres, interrogated the personnel, and learned Carl departed with a lady, returned alone, and proceeded to the lobby. The concierge last spotted Carl leaving the hotel. The hotel and Andres management wouldn't allow him study security video without a warrant. He wasn't ready to file a missing persons report.