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"Why bring up Tuesday Gilbert again?" Briggs Whitlock snaps, his jaw clenching as he stares across the wooden dining table in Whitlock Cottage. "Are you two even on the same rank, Joxie?"

I tap my thick, calloused fingers against the oak table, my broad shoulders rolling in a slow, indifferent shrug. "Are you sure you weren't the one who dragged her name into my breakfast first, Briggs?"

Briggs chokes on his breath, his eyes flaring with pure, golden wolf-frustration. He rubs the back of his th
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  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   28

    "My wolf is completely silent, Mother, but that doesn't mean my hands forgot where the pressure points live," I say softly, keeping my heavy thumb pinned into the base of Lorelei Whitlock's skull.Lorelei lets out a long, ragged sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as the blinding migraine behind her eyes instantly starts to dissolve. She sits on the low wooden stool inside Whitlock Cottage, her slender fingers relaxing against her apron. "Joxie, sweetie... where in the world did you learn to press like that? My head hasn't felt this clear since before your father left for the Northern Territory Patrol.""I used to work the tension out of Grandmother Pearl Whitlock's shoulders every night back at Whitlock Hollow," I answer, maintaining an even, rhythmic pressure against her neck. "Her joints were always stiff from the damp mountain air."Lorelei smiles, a tear glinting in the corner of her eye. "My sweet, brilliant girl. I spent ten years taking herbs from old Chester Pike down at Mercer's

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   27

    "Why bring up Tuesday Gilbert again?" Briggs Whitlock snaps, his jaw clenching as he stares across the wooden dining table in Whitlock Cottage. "Are you two even on the same rank, Joxie?"I tap my thick, calloused fingers against the oak table, my broad shoulders rolling in a slow, indifferent shrug. "Are you sure you weren't the one who dragged her name into my breakfast first, Briggs?"Briggs chokes on his breath, his eyes flaring with pure, golden wolf-frustration. He rubs the back of his thick neck, trying to rein in his Alpha temper. "Tuesday is shooting for an elite officer rank inside the Davis Alpha Residence. And you? Entering the Northern Territory Trial with your non-existent wolf grades is completely pointless."He pauses, dropping his voice into a stern, gravelly hum. "With the time you're wasting pushing iron, you should enroll in a basic pack-tactics class. It would save you from getting your bones broken."Despite his constant disappointment in having an unshifted, plu

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   26

    "Take the bus, Joxie," Tuesday Gilbert calls out, her voice dripping with fake sweet concern as she stands near the glossy black carriage parked outside Mooncrest Iron Gate.I halt my heavy stride, my plus-size shoulders squaring under the weight of my canvas bag. I turn my head, my dark eyes dropping into a cool, lethal glare as I look at her behind her expensive dark spectacles."No, thanks," I say, my voice raspy, low, and cut with pure ice. "I prefer my own feet."I turn on my boot heel without waiting for her reply, stepping onto the dirt path toward the Mercer's Corner Market bus stop at a steady, unhurried pace.Josie Bell scurries up beside me, her breath coming in fast, nervous puffs as she matches my broad steps. "Queen Joxie, wait up! Goddess above, you just walked away from Tuesday Gilbert! Do you even know who her family is?"I pull out my silver transit pass as I reach the wooden bench under the Mooncrest Pack Roads sign. "Sort of.""Are you two... related?" Josie blinks

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   25

    "Is this complete joke of a document all you brought me, Headmistress Birdsong?" Vice Principal Mr. Booker snarls, his claws scraping against his heavy oak desk in the Academy Administration House.He tosses the parchment signup roster for the Northern Territory Trial directly into my face, his yellow wolf eyes flashing with bitter disdain."Out of forty elite purebloods in the Wolf Biology Wing, only three signed up? And why in the Goddess's name is Joxie Whitlock's name on this paper? She is a scentless human from Whitlock Hollow! She has no wolf, no pack standing, and no right to represent Mooncrest Academy!"I stand straight in front of his massive desk, my broad shoulders squared beneath my simple tunic, my face an unreadable mask of stone. I do not flinch under his heavy pressure."The Northern Territory Trial is open to every registered student at Mooncrest Academy, Mr. Booker," Headmistress Birdsong replies smoothly, stepping up beside me, though her hand twitches near her bel

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   24

    "Joxie, spill the details right now, girl! Do your pack parents own a secret gold mine in Whitlock Hollow or something?" Josie Bell asks, her eyes practically bulging out of her head with unrefined jealousy.I don't say a single word. I casually reach into my coat pocket, pull out my brass phone, and swipe my thumb over the glass screen to unlock it. Right before Josie's wide eyes, I tap the screen and accept two direct digital token transfers from my mother and father—Lorelei and Sterling Whitlock—totaling ten thousand pack credits. My movement is so unbothered, so completely nonchalant, that it leaves her standing beside my desk with her mouth hanging wide open in pure shock."Holy Goddess above!" Josie gasps, clutching her chest as if she might faint right on the timber floorboards of the Elemental Science Hall. "I am going to rob your phone token! How do you just sit there acting like your parents didn't just toss a small fortune into your lap while mine yell at me over a ten-cred

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   23

    Grandmother Pearl Whitlock sits frozen on her worn leather sofa, her pale eyes fixed on Celt Hawkridge as he stands tall in the center of the quiet living room. She grips his dark leather sleeve with trembling, calloused fingers, her voice barely a whisper against the heavy air."Joxie brought over a heavy sack of fresh game meat and mountain herbs to see me first thing this morning," Grandmother Pearl says, tears welling in her eyes and trailing down her wrinkled cheeks. "Only, she didn’t expect to run into her foster mother... Maureen has always been harsh, never having an ounce of warmth for my poor girl because Joxie was born without a wolf scent. She said such bitter, cruel things about Joxie being a scentless bloodline disappointment, so the child didn’t even stay twenty minutes before Maureen drove her out the iron gate."Grandmother Pearl’s grip tightens on Celt’s arm, her breathing shallow and ragged. "She was deeply wounded, Celt. That is the only reason she didn't bring thi

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