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ALPHA Magnus Andersen 5
“Are you trying to kill yourself, Cain?” Rafe Kensington’s harsh voice slices through the damp night air before his hand even touches me.My throat burns under the punishing squeeze of his blood-slick fingers. Cold rain washes down my face, but the heat pressing against my chest is scalding. My back smacks hard against the ancient trunk of a silver birch tree at the edge of the Nightfall Territory, my heels digging into the muddy earth.“I was handling it,” I force out, my voice coming through his grip in a bruised rasp.“Handling it?” Rafe leans in, his piercing icy eyes glowing with the dangerous inner pulse of an Alpha wolf. His teeth are bare, sharp and lethal, snapping at the humid air between our mouths. “You were five seconds away from letting a rogue tear your throat out in the brush, little omega.”My heart thumps violently against my ribs. Not from terror. God help me, it isn’t terror that makes my blood race and my wolf whine low in my chest. It’s the intoxicating scent of
ALPHA Magnus Andersen 4
"You shouldn't have come back to the Silverfang Keep tonight, Cain."Rafe Kensington's voice cuts through the pitch-black shadows of the forest, deep, possessive, and dripping with an alpha’s authority that makes my blood run cold. I freeze on the gravel path, my breath catching in my throat as his tall, imposing figure steps into the pale light of the full moon.I stare at him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast. Three weeks. It's been three long weeks since he shoved me away at the Nightfall borders, telling me to run and never look back. But here I am, standing right on his pack’s throat, wearing a tight black tunic that hugs my chest, my hair swept back, trying to pretend I belong in the high-stakes world of modern werewolf royalty."I don't need your permission to walk near the Bloodmoon Court, Rafe," I bite out, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my palms sweat. "I'm not that helpless omega you can just order around anymore."Rafe takes a slow, predator
ALPHA Magnus Andersen 3
“Damn it all to hell.”Beckett curses viciously into the damp night air, kneeling on the wet grass outside Silverfang Keep.I stay crouched low against the heavy stone wall, scanning the tree line. “What happened?”“Ripped my fucking pants on some silver-edged barbed wire buried in this useless backwoods brush.”Beside me, Sterling sighs heavily, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles in the dark. “And why do we care?”“Because these are brand new, you brainless brute,” Beckett snaps, shooting him a glare.Sterling exhales a puff of white mist and turns his head toward me. “Why the fuck do we keep bringing this pampered pup along?”“Try me, and I will claim you like a bitch in heat,” Beckett growls, which causes Sterling and me to snort under our breath.“You lack the raw weight to pin anything, little wolf.”“Then I will tear out your throat and mark the corpse.”“With what claws, pup?”I clear my throat, my voice low and authoritative. “If you two are done posturing like un
ALPHA Magnus Andersen 2
“You have three seconds to explain yourself, Cain,” Rafe grumbles, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that vibrates straight into my jaw as his large hand clamps down around my windpipe. “Before I decide to snap your slender neck right here.”Every instinct inside me screams to shift, to let my wolf burst through my skin and claw at his face, but the absolute dominance rolling off him in waves pins me to the spot. His arctic, silver-tinted eyes drill into mine through the slit of his black wolf mask, his massive, broad-shouldered frame blocking out every bit of light in the VIP den.He isn’t crushing my throat completely, but the raw Alpha strength humming under his calloused fingertips tells me he could crush my trachea with a single flick of his wrist.“I—no, my name is—” My breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping my lips as his thumb digs into the sensitive skin right under my jaw, tilting my head back.“Let us try that again,” Rafe purrs, his voice dropping into a smoky, dangerous re
ALPHA Magnus Andersen Alpha's Possessive Claim- 1
“Are you lost, little wolf?”The deep, rasping growl vibrated straight through my spine before I could even make out his shape in the shadows.I froze, the thick scent of pine, ozone, and predatory dominance hitting my nose so hard my lungs seized. Feet rooted to the dark oak flooring of the VIP den, jaw hanging open, I watched three shifted wolves and their mates writhing in a mass of fur, claws, and raw heat on the velvet lounge ahead of me.Remember why you are here, Cain. Remember what is at stake. Remember—No. Whatever plan my brain was trying to stitch together vanished the moment a guttural whimper echoed from the couch, followed by the wet, rhythmic slap of sweaty flesh and the distinct snap of alpha power filling the air.To say I was out of my depth standing in the middle of Silverfang Keep’s most explicit underground den, wearing a obsidian mask and a tight leather harness that exposed my chest, watching male pack mates lock in heat around me, was the understatement of the
ALPHA Magnus Andersen 32
"The Frostfang Capital glitters under the northern moon, but I only care about the heavy weight resting against my collarbone," Magnus Andersen says, his dark Alpha voice rumbling low through the silence of the private loge at the Moonsong Grand Hall.Our pup shifts in my arms, his dark hair soft against my neck, his small wolf ears twitching in his sleep. He looks like me, but I know he carries his father's fierce Crown Alpha blood inside his chest."Quiet now, my little wolf," I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Your father is about to take the stage."The massive braziers surrounding the central platform dim, leaving only a pale beam of silver light cutting through the grand chamber.Magnus Andersen steps into the light, his grand cello rested between his knees, the polished wood reflecting the moonbeams. The entire assembly of pack elders and warriors goes dead silent. He wears the formal leather and silver armor of the Andersen Silverclaw Royal Pack, the neck left
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