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Alpha’s Judgment

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His face goes pale.

“I—I wasn’t going to—! I mean, I would never—!”

I burst out laughing, giving him a light slap on the shoulder. “Relax, I’m joking. Sort of.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle, still unsure whether I’ll bite his head off if he so much as blinks wrong. He was clearly in love with my mate—and it’s obvious he isn’t over it yet.

I step back, nodding.

“You’ve got a lot to take in. But you’re not alone anymore, Caspian. You’re the Alpha now. Of this pack. Of your pack. I’ll make the announcement soon. But for now… rest. Heal. And prepare.”

He nods slowly, still stunned—but there’s something new in his eyes.

Purpose.

He might not believe it yet, but I see it.He was born to lead and now… he finally can.

****

The hospital air feels different when you’ve just changed someone’s life.

I step out of Caspian’s room, my palm still throbbing from the blood ritual. The hallway is quiet, still, and cold. Just ahead, the old doctor stands with his hands clasped in front of him like he’s
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  • Submission is Not My Style    The Wolf That Loves Her

    Seeing me rooted to the spot, Kali rises, the thin silk sheet sliding down her body, pooling at her waist —and I draw in a sharp breath. The sheer nightgown she wears leaves little to the imagination, draping delicately over the soft, feminine curves of her hips that sway as she moves toward me.It’s like I’m under a damn spell—one I have no desire to break.She stops just inches away, her glowing ember eyes laced with gold, brimming with desire. Her lips part slightly, lush and pink, begging to be kissed—no, ravished.“What did you just say?” I breathe as I fight to rein in the animalistic instincts of my wolf to take her right here and now.Her lips tug up slightly, her dark lashes fluttering softly to meet my gaze that is riveted solely on her.I swallow thickly when she closes the minuscule distance left between us. Her addicting scent floods my senses and derails my thoughts.“You heard me,” she purrs, biting down on her lower lip—and gods help me, I follow the movement like I’m

  • Submission is Not My Style    Before the War Begins

    Kali’s going to be pissed when she finds out I took revenge on her behalf—but I don’t care.I made a promise to her mother, and I intend to keep it: protect Kali with my life. That includes eliminating any threat—past or present.Besides, her mother was right. Kali’s tired. She’s carried enough pain for too long. Fought too many battles. She deserves peace now. If I have to be the monster to give her that, so be it.As I step out of the hospital, the fresh air hits me like a slap, but it does nothing to clear the rage burning in my chest.Because I didn’t kill Logan.I’m halfway to shifting, ready to run and burn off some of this heat clawing under my skin, when a sharp pulse of energy jolts through my head—a mind-link.Fury.“Alpha. You’ve received a letter… from the Alpha King.”I stop dead in my tracks.What the hell?“Why would a letter from him be sent here? This isn’t even our territory.” I grit out through the link, already moving faster, boots striking hard against the gravel.

  • Submission is Not My Style    Alpha’s Judgment

    His face goes pale.“I—I wasn’t going to—! I mean, I would never—!”I burst out laughing, giving him a light slap on the shoulder. “Relax, I’m joking. Sort of.”He lets out a nervous chuckle, still unsure whether I’ll bite his head off if he so much as blinks wrong. He was clearly in love with my mate—and it’s obvious he isn’t over it yet.I step back, nodding.“You’ve got a lot to take in. But you’re not alone anymore, Caspian. You’re the Alpha now. Of this pack. Of your pack. I’ll make the announcement soon. But for now… rest. Heal. And prepare.”He nods slowly, still stunned—but there’s something new in his eyes. Purpose.He might not believe it yet, but I see it.He was born to lead and now… he finally can.****The hospital air feels different when you’ve just changed someone’s life.I step out of Caspian’s room, my palm still throbbing from the blood ritual. The hallway is quiet, still, and cold. Just ahead, the old doctor stands with his hands clasped in front of him like he’s

  • Submission is Not My Style    The Monster She Needed

    I barely touch the damn food.Every muscle in my body is wound tight with rage—rage I’ve been nursing since the moment I stepped foot into Red Night Pack territory. My hands twitch at the memory, and my jaw is clenched so tightly it’s a miracle my teeth haven’t shattered. My mate—Kali—was on her knees, being screamed at and shoved around like a worthless mutt by some pathetic excuse for a woman.She slapped Kali and before I even registered my own movement, she was dead.I snapped her neck so fast she didn’t even get the chance to scream. No warning, no second chances. Her body hit the ground with a dull thud, and the silence that followed was… satisfying. The crowd gasped, mouths hanging open in shock, but all I saw was Kali—frozen, trembling, trying to stand tall despite everything.The screaming didn’t start until the shock wore off—wails about how I had just killed their “future Luna.”I didn’t give a damn. If anything, I smiled because there is no future for anyone who raises a h

  • Submission is Not My Style    The Price of Freedom

    “But… werewolves don’t fall sick like that.”She gives a bitter chuckle, one that doesn’t reach her eyes. “No. They don’t.”I wait, heart pounding.She looks away, speaking slowly. “After you escaped, Diana planned to torture me as punishment—to lure you back. Logan tried to reject me. He wanted to sever the bond so he wouldn’t have to feel the pain I was about to endure.”I stare at her, horrified.“But I didn’t accept it,” she continues, her voice now hard. “If I had, he would’ve been free. So I refused. I made sure he felt everything."My mouth parts in shock.“He begged Diana to stop, said he’d feel it worse than me. She laughed in his face and reminded him it was his punishment for not ‘taming’ you. And then…” She shrugs. “He collapsed from the pain. Passed out cold. His body couldn’t handle it.”She laughs. A cold, heartless laugh that surprises even me.I look at her—really look—and for the first time, I see it: the strength, the quiet vengeance, the hard-earned wisdom.“You’re

  • Submission is Not My Style    Scents of the Past

    As we walk deeper into the Alpha house, I nearly gag.Ugh.The place reeks of them—Diana’s cloying scent still clings to the walls like decay. Grace’s scent—bitter and spoiled, just like her—lingers in the air, mixing with the faint musk of Travis.It’s nauseating. Overpowering. Suffocating. Instinctively, I move closer to Jack, pressing against his side like I want to crawl under his skin. And gods, I really do. He doesn’t say a word, just lets me cling to him.Thank the Goddess for his scent—clean, woodsy, and darkly intoxicating. It slices through the stench like a blade, grounding me, keeping the bile from rising in my throat.“I swear,” I mutter, half-laughing. “If I breathe this in for one more minute, I might start throwing up Grace’s name.”Jack chuckles, deep and amused, then leads me toward the glass doors that open into a wide garden. It overlooks the entire pack territory, bathed in silver moonlight. The view is stunning—if you can ignore the underlying rot. He holds the

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