Mated To A Werecat 38 Epilogue Third Person Point Of View & Mysterious's Point Of View

Days go by and now everyone, whom have died during the battle, will be laid to their final and eternal rest. The rogues that had survived are now in prison, sentenced for life until further notice. Those that died have also been buried but they don't get a ceremony that packs do for their pack-mates.

Max had said his speech when the moon was at its peak and fullest. Now everyone was drinking, eating, and partying from dusk till dawn, celebrating those who have been sent back to the moon G.o.ddess in honor of their bravery and strength in protecting them. Max walks away from the party and looks out at the waterfall where Iris and Lucius had fought. His dear mate's body had magically vanished in thin air, somewhere far from here, and he didn't know exactly where.

A hand landed on Max's shoulder, snapping out of the trance he was in. He turned to see Aiden giving him a small smile.

"Where could she have gone?" Max asked.

"I don't know. It is strange, but I do know something," Aiden said.

"And what's that?" Max said now turning to face the waterfall once again.

"Iris wouldn't want you mourning for her this way. She wants you to be strong. If not for her, then do it for Zephyr," Aiden said.

Silence fell between them as they listened to the party in the distance and nature that surrounded them. Max sighed and turned to head back to the party.

"You're right," Max said.

Aiden smiled once again and c.o.c.ked his head in the direction of the party.

"Come, lets return before everyone starts believing that their alpha had went missing as well," Aiden said walking towards the party.

Max nodded and followed Aiden back to the party, where everyone kept celebrating the night away as the sun rose in the horizon between the tree line of the forest, ending a chapter in everyone's life as well as starting a new one.

***

Sitting on my throne, a body of an unconscious female was dragged in. She was injured, but nothing too severe from what I can see physically.

"Sir we have found her in the river," my guard said. "What should we do with her?"

"Take her to the healers to get her wounds treated," I said.

They bowed and took her to the healers. My current mistress, whom was a guy, seductively sat on my lap, his plump a.s.s on my already hard b.o.n.e.r.

"That dear is Iris Lace, Luna of the Filtrian Pack," my little minx said.

"Is that so?" I said holding him by the waist. "Tell me hat you know of her."

"Well, she's a werecat, the last of her kind to be exact. She's mates with the current alpha, Maxwell Collins, since Lucius Lyons rejected her. When Lucius rejected her, he was stripped of his alpha t.i.tle and banished from the pack. Also she has a son, but he's an infant. He's very cute and cheerful too," he said grinding on me in a desperate manner.

Giving what the wh.o.r.e wanted, I ripped off our clothes and slammed my large c.o.c.k into him raw without any prepping. I thrusted into his tight channel fast and hard, not allowing him to adjust to my abnormal size. He bleed from being overly stretched out in such a manner and killed him in the process as I came hard into him.

d.a.m.n that sucks. He was a good lay. If I remember his name correctly, it was Leeland. But I do have Iris. Maybe I'll get what I want, I though as I dispose the body that once was my little wh.o.r.e.