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last update Date de publication: 2026-09-24 01:06:49

"Dimitri," I greet, pressing the receiver to my ear as I sit up straight. "Did you manage to bypass the wards on the Volkov Borderlands?"

"Cain," Dimitri Volkov's deep voice rumbles through the speaker, heavy with the cold chill of his distant northern territory. "I bypass whatever I want. But you sound out of breath. Were you running drills in the courtyard, or is your wolf still acting unhinged?"

I clear my throat quickly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My inner wolf snaps inside
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  • ALPHA Magnus Andersen   24

    “The Keep is getting crowded, Rafe,” a smooth, aged voice observes quietly.I keep my eyes fixed on the darkening mountains, watching the shadow of a solitary hawk soaring above the canopy. “She’s pack, Silas.”“You’re certain her presence won't prove to be a distraction?” Silas Kensington asks, his tone measured and calm as he steps into the room.“She’s family,” I growl, my inner wolf stirring beneath my ribs, sending a sharp wave of heat through my veins. “She’s not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re implying.”“I wasn’t implying anything of the sort, Rafe,” Silas replies easily. He leans his hands on the brass head of his walking stick, his sharp eyes reflecting the twilight through his spectacles. “The evidence we uncovered regarding the northern border dispute… it proved useful, did it not?”“The proof that we found,” I correct him, turning around slowly and taking a sip of whiskey. “Though I still have my doubts about how deep it goes.”“Jameson is obviously deeply entwined

  • ALPHA Magnus Andersen   23

    “You’re early, Marlowe.”I don't look up from the leather-bound ledger resting on my heavy dark-oak desk, but the scent of mountain pine and crushed juniper arrives seconds before the gentle, mechanical whir of the wheels rolling across the stone floor of my study.“Pfft. I was bored with the Volkov Territory,” Marlowe says, her voice lacing through the quiet space with a dry, teasing purr. She stops her wheelchair right beside my desk, grinning as she looks up at me with bright, sharp eyes. “Trust me, Rafe, a little time near the frozen borderlands goes a damn long way.”I chuckle, setting my pen down before dropping to one knee to wrap my arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace. “It’s good to have you back, kid.”“Good to be back,” she murmurs, hugging me back tightly before pulling away with a theatrical wink. “Now, where’s the real greeting? Are we drinking or what?”I rise, dusting off my jeans as I stride across the polished flagstone toward the crystal decanters resting ne

  • ALPHA Magnus Andersen   22

    “Put some ice on that lip before it swells to the size of a grapefruit, Jameson,” I growl, wiping a smear of dark blood from my knuckles as the heavy iron doors of the holding cell slam shut.My inner wolf is still clawing furiously against my ribs, thrashing in the dark boundaries of my skull. He wants gore. He wants to tear out throats. He wants to drag the two trespassers straight out to the tree line of Silverfang Keep and let the border patrols feast on their bones.Instead, I just stand here in the damp, torchlit basement corridor, my chest heaving as I adjust the leather straps across my forearms.“You really think dropping their pack ranks and locking them in guest quarters is going to stop a rebellion?” Beckett mutters, leaning his spine against the rough stone wall. He tosses a small silver blade into the air, catching it effortlessly by the hilt. “They’re old-blood alphas, Rafe. They don’t respect mercy. They respect a severed head mounted on a pike at the edge of the Blood

  • ALPHA Magnus Andersen   21

    “Hey, Rafe.”I keep staring at my phone screen, watching the little typing bubble flicker beneath his contact name before disappearing into nothing. He started to type a response after I completely shut down the link connection, then ended up backing out.Fuck. I’m way too wrapped up in this.“Rafe!”I scowl as my eyes snap up. Beckett is grinning at me, that dangerous, unhinged glint dancing in his irises that always means he is itching to stir up chaos, blood, or outright violence in the pack house.Calling me “Rafe” instead of my formal title is his juvenile way of testing my patience.The most infuriating part is that it actually gets to me.Not because I care deeply about being called the Enforcer outside official pack ceremonies—titles have their place in ancient traditions, sure—but because I know he is deliberately trying to be an absolute dickhead. That alone rubs me the wrong way.“Did you ever consider growing past the age of twelve?”Beckett taps his jaw in fake contemplat

  • ALPHA Magnus Andersen   20

    "Keep your guard up, Cain!" Gael barks, swinging a heavy oak training staff directly at my ribs. "I know the border patrols have kept us both insanely busy, but I have been dying to ask you how your Blood-Rite initiation went!"Heat instantly floods my face, burning right to the tips of my pointed ears. I barely manage to parry his strike, the loud crack of wood echoing across the dirt training yard of the Whitmore Underworld House."Oh, it was..."I got bent over a stone altar in the middle of the Nightfall Territory ruins and claimed so brutally that I almost lost my sanity. Oh, and it was my first time ever taking another male wolf."It was... fine," I mumble, my cheeks throbbing with a fiery flush. I stumble back, lowering my staff.Gael stops his assault, leaning on his weapon while wiping sweat from his brow. "Look, do not answer if you do not want to, obviously. But, uh, what the hell happened to you that night? I do not mean to sound like a prick, but when you stumbled back to

  • ALPHA Magnus Andersen   19

    "Dimitri," I greet, pressing the receiver to my ear as I sit up straight. "Did you manage to bypass the wards on the Volkov Borderlands?""Cain," Dimitri Volkov's deep voice rumbles through the speaker, heavy with the cold chill of his distant northern territory. "I bypass whatever I want. But you sound out of breath. Were you running drills in the courtyard, or is your wolf still acting unhinged?"I clear my throat quickly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My inner wolf snaps inside my chest, defensive and alert at the mere mention of my altered state. "I was reading over some territory logs. Nothing to worry about. What did you find out about the Blackthorn Citadel?""Nothing good," Dimitri mutters, the sound of heavy snow gusts faint in the background of his line. "Rafe Kensington has locked down every border patrol from the Crownmere Heights clear to the Redgrave Quarter. Something big is moving through the Obsidian Court, Cain. If you are still thinking about tracking h

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