EPILOGUE

A year has passed since the day the king of alphas bonded with his mates. In the crook of their necks, the three proudly showed a big white wolf surrounded by two black ones, and above them a full moon. The mark was beautiful.

What they learned a few months after completing the matebond was that every alpha in all the damn world felt like they now had a king. Someone with godlike power, who now commanded over them.

The alpha of the alphas, used to having that role, wasn't happy. When he tried to summon the three alphas, he had the unpleasant surprise of having to be the one to go into Darkmoon.

He tried to intimidate what he called "the little puppy", but when Ryan looked him in the eye, Ice's golden eyes showing, like two intense suns, and unleashing all of his aura on the man, commanding him to kneel, the poor alpha of alphas bowed and get his knee on the ground, getting dirty his white expensive pants.

Now, a year later, nineteen-year-old Ryan cradled his 6-month-old daughter, Sele