In the Embrace of Alpha Dexter

Just one day after the envoys from Moonshadow arrived, I noticed Alpha Albert taking more calls and becoming visibly anxious. My room door burst open. Luna Eva stood in the doorway, her eyes piercing. "Get out now!" she commanded, her voice sharp. I flinched. Without much fuss, I followed her. In the living room, Alpha Albert sat on the large sofa, his face grim. Madison stood beside him, arms crossed. Her expression showed cold satisfaction. I knew this was going to be bad, even before I got there. As soon as I entered, Madison pointed at me directly. "Father, Mother, we don't need a long debate. It's clear who is most suitable to be sacrificed. Her." Her index finger pointed straight at me, as if I were an inanimate object that could simply be discarded. Luna Eva looked at me. Her arms were folded across her chest, her expression impeccably cold. "Why waste time?" she said, more a statement than a question. Alpha Albert didn't look at me. His eyes were fixed on Madison. "But,

I clutched the remaining scraps of fabric over my chest, turning slightly to face him. "I am not trash, Alpha," I said, my voice forced and steady. "These scars are proof that I can survive. If I could endure years of torture in my own pack, I can handle anything you command of me here." Dexter stepped forward. His leather boots struck the marble floor with a heavy, intimidating thud. He stopped directly in front of me, leaving so little space that I could feel the heat radiating from his massive frame. He didn't speak immediately. His dark blue eyes swept over my face before dropping to my shoulder, exposed where the dress had been torn away. His large hand rose. I remained still, refusing to flinch even as my instincts screamed of danger. His rough fingertips brushed the skin at the base of my neck. Slowly, he moved his fingers, tracing the line of my collarbone before sliding down toward the cleavage hidden by the tattered fabric. I held my breath. The pressure of his touch left

The ritual began just as the first light of dawn struggled to touch the horizon. Dexter brought Ruby to a stone altar in the heart of the forbidden Moon Shadow forest. Four massive torches flared with eerie blue flames at each corner of the altar, casting a harsh, flickering glow over Ruby’s pale face. Dexter stood before her. He shed his cloak, revealing a torso covered in the jagged battle scars of a warrior. He looked down at her with eyes that showed no mercy. "Lie down," he commanded. Ruby obeyed. Her back pressed against the ice-cold surface of the stone. Dexter stepped closer, wielding an ancient dagger carved from dragon bone. "To break the seal, I have to shatter the defensive walls your father built. It’s going to feel like your body is being pulled in four different directions at once," Dexter warned. Without warning, he sliced his own palm and let his blood drip directly onto Ruby’s solar plexus. Instantly, the blue flames in the torches roared six feet into the air.

Back in Silvermoon, Harper and Madison were spending time alone in her room. As soon as the key turned in the lock, Madison lunged at Harper Scott, pouncing on him and driving him onto the bed. She let out a low, husky laugh as she gripped his collar, pulling him in until their faces were only inches apart. "I missed you, Harper," she whispered. Madison didn't wait for a response. She crashed her lips against his in a rough, hungry kiss. Her hands moved expertly, popping the buttons on Harper’s shirt one by one until the fabric slid off his shoulders. Harper wasn't holding back either. He returned her kiss with equal intensity. His hands slid down to her waist, squeezing firmly before he yanked at her thin dress, tearing it right at the shoulder. ... Madison leaned against Harper’s chest, idly running her fingers through his hair. "That brat has been gone from Silvermoon for a month now," she said suddenly. "I wonder what’s happened to Ruby. Is she even still alive, or is she ju

Dexter gave a cold wave of his hand. Ten Moon Shadow elite warriors immediately moved into a circular formation, surrounding Ruby in the center of the arena. These men had no idea that Ruby was the Alpha’s fated mate; in their eyes, she was just a girl from Silvermoon whose endurance was being tested. They attacked with full intensity, having no intention of holding back. A massive warrior lunged from behind, aiming a fist directly at the base of Ruby's neck. Ruby didn't even turn around. She relied on Lilian’s instincts, which were now working ten times sharper than before. She ducked with impossible speed, letting the punch whistle over her head, before spinning to strike the warrior’s knee with a brutal heel kick. A sickening crack echoed, and the man collapsed. The other nine didn't wait. They charged simultaneously from every angle. Ruby surrendered her consciousness and let Lilian take over completely. Her movements became aggressive and feral. She clawed the chest of one warri