Author's note: this is from Duke's point of view

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I was nervous to visit the home I grew up in and I was glad that Serina came with me.

Well, she didn't know where we are going. I told her it's a surprise, and I was glad that she accepted it as such.

The drive from Munich was around seven hours long, so we made a stop in Liechtenstein overnight.

I planned for this, and I booked us the presidential suite in a luxury hotel that provided a majestic view of the snowy mountain peaks.

We had a romantic dinner with delicious food and candles, which ended with slow dancing.

The night was spectacular, filled with Serina's sweet sounds as her pussy milked my cock to the last drop every time.

I can never get enough of her, and I feel overwhelmingly lucky that her stamina and desire matches mine. Yes, she is made for me.

Over the years, I spent many hours daydreaming of how things will turn out when we start dating, and I imagined many sweet and romantic moments, but this maddening passion was outside of my expectations. Just thinking about her makes me hard, and every touch turns me into a lustful savage.

Before I got a taste of Serina, I didn't realize I'm this horny.

Once we move in together, I'm confident that we will spend at least a month confined in the bedroom. Probably more.

After a passionate night, Serina and I had breakfast in bed, and we were back on the road.

The drive was not boring. Besides the splendid Alpine scenery that was broken by the occasional town we drove through, Serina was telling me about an elf called Zeiroi who is staying with them, and she is teaching him things.

I liked that she was excited about something, but I didn't like that it was about someone (who was not me). Yes, I knew that there were no romantic feelings involved, but unreasonable jealousy swells inside me whenever another guy is next to Serina, no matter how innocent it is.

I thought that the inexplicable possessiveness related to Serina was a sign of me going crazy, but after hearing Serina's story about werewolves and my father, I believe that I'm just fine. Half-werewolf, but still fine.

My phone beeped, indicating that we crossed the GPS coordinates I was looking for… the property that was eleven years ago under the name of Damiano Testa, the core of the Bluemoon pack.

At that time, the property spanned more than 10 square kilometers.

Other than the secluded mansion which I called home that is in the middle of a forested area, there are a river and two lakes, and it also includes a small town which Sergio explained to me was inhabited by werewolves of the Bluemoon pack. Some chose to live in secluded areas, but most of them were in the town, or close to it.

It was fascinating to finally realize that the town was filled with a community who didn't just work for my father, but they were his subordinates. The werewolves trained, worked, earned money, and it was all part of the cyclic system where my father granted them the freedom to live on his land, but when the need arises, he would ask for their services, and they would comply.

Now that I think about it, it reminds me of a feudal system with common folks, warriors, and a few upper-level lords that helped my father govern as the king on these lands.

After my father passed, due to the size of the property, they couldn't find a buyer for the whole thing, so they split it into smaller chunks and sold most of it on auctions.

I managed to get more than 85% of the original property; the mansion and the town included. I'm negotiating to get the rest of the land which is located on the North and is mostly covered in difficult-to-cross mountain terrain.

I was lucky that some of the largest parcels were still in the hands of the government. They were happy to find a buyer because they didn't want to invest in maintenance, so they asked only for a negligible amount of money, and no other conditions. It was a great deal for me.

The mansion found its buyer on the first auction. The new owner wanted to transform it into a hotel, or some kind of nature's retreat. Series of unfortunate events occurred shortly after the renovations commenced, and he backed out of it, stopping all payments and the mansion went to the bank who left it neglected. Well, now it's mine.

I can imagine that those 'unfortunate events' were staged by various creatures, and I fear that they will give me a hard time also. That's why I did this purchase low-key, and I don't want to start remodel until we figure out security.

While driving through the land that was now mine (and Serina's), my insides became jittery.

I was not sure what to expect. Sure, I saw photos, but there was no guarantee that those were fresh or that there was no further damage due to hooligans or neglect.

After a half-an-hour long drive over the bumpy road, through the forest, we reached the town and I'm not sure if I was breathing while taking in the sight that appeared in front of me.

There were no people on the streets.

I slowed down the car to a crawl and observed several houses on the right with wooden panels nailed over the windows, an obvious sign that no one lives there.

Big windows of shops were empty and dirty, with no light from inside.

It's a pity. I remember it as a lively place.

There was a bakery on the corner where I used to hang out with my friends. I forgot the name of the owner, but I remember that his bocconotto and puff pastry were melting in the mouth. After filling our bellies, we used to sit on that sidewalk under the display window and drink sparkling lemonade.

A bit further down the street was a butcher shop where I came with my mother to personally pick ingredients for our numerous barbeque parties. My mother always loved doing things on her own. She was kind and caring and everyone wanted to get closer to her. I can't imagine that someone wanted to kill her.

My attention went to Serina. Her warm personality reminds me of my mother, and I will not allow her to suffer the same fate.

Sergio told me that my father trusted his people, and he didn't see the betrayal coming, but I will be different. I will protect Serina. None of this makes sense without her. She is my everything.

Serina looked through the window of the car with a small frown on her adorable face. Should I tell her that this is ours? Nah… I decided to hold off on that reveal.

The confusion in her expression told me that she doesn't understand why we ended up in this rundown place after a night in a luxurious hotel.

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