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||Alpha Clayton|| The weak morning sun, barely cresting the horizon, dragged me from the deep, sated sleep I’d earned. My arms were locked around Claire, her small, steady snores a comforting anchor against the chaos of my life. I stopped trying to count the times we had made love. It was a blur of incredible sensation—a feeling that stretched far beyond the boundaries of this world. My chest hitched, my breath still ragged, and my cock stirred just remembering the weight and warmth of the perfect woman nestled in my embrace. My woman. She was everything I was, and the sheer possessive pride that she was mine alone made my heart pound. I was flooded with it: pride. Now, I just needed to finalize the Luna ceremony. That done, the knot of worry in my stomach would finally ease. I leaned down, burying my nose deep into her hair, drawing in her unique scent—jasmine, musk, and the lingering, sweet proof of our shared heat. My sudden hardness nudged her thigh. The desire was ins

||Claire|| “Girls, wait…” Roxy’s voice halted us. Val and I turned to face her. Roxy shifted nervously on her feet, her eyes darting between us. “I have something important to tell you before we go, Claire,” she stated, casting her eyes down. “What is it? Go on, you can tell us anything,” I encouraged, sensing her deep anxiety. “I have found my... my mate,” she started, the words barely a breath. “What?” The girls and I screamed in pure shock. “That is great news.” “Congratulations, dear!” We rushed to hug her, genuinely happy for Roxy. We knew how long she had waited, and finally, the Goddess had blessed her. “Gosh, Roxy, why didn't you tell us?” “Who is he?” “And where is he?” Val, Vivi and I questioned in unison. “Don’t freak out, girls,” she warned. “He is not from our pack.” We waited patiently for her to continue. Instead, she silently bit her lip, looking at us with fear in her eyes. Was he from an enemy pack? A rogue? Was she afraid we wouldn

||Claire||The ballroom was clear an attempt at opulent rustic: round tables draped in excessive satin and lanterns in the center that looked dangerously flammable. The walls were faux-rustic deep meadow with silver and gold accents a sign that too much money was spent trying to look humble.In the middle, a stage hosted a classic orchestra playing a tune so soothing it was actively putting my will to live into a coma.Conversations dropped to hushed whispers as we advanced. I was plastered to Clayton's arm, accepting nods and stares from various wolves."Alpha Prince Clayton," a voice boomed."Alpha Alan," Clayton replied. His voice was less a response and more the sound of a glacier deciding to move—cold, dark, and powerful enough to make my core spasm."Easy, girl," Hazel, my inner wolf, chuckled into our shared mind-link. "Stop having a full-body seizure every time our mate opens his mouth. It's embarrassing. (But also, I'm shaking too.)""Prince Clayton, lovely to have you here.

||Claire|| “That was sexy as hell. “ The moment Clayton’s eyes locked onto mine, a primal current arced between us. He didn't stalk; he moved with the focused, unhurried grace of a predator closing a trap. He claimed the space between us, one large hand cupping the back of my skull, and pressed his lips onto mine, devouring my very soul. It wasn't a kiss; it was a raid, a consuming promise. With every touch, the friction escalated, and the kiss became more demanding, more intensely physical. Before I could register the shift in gravity, he’d swept my legs off the ground, kicking the bedroom door shut with a decisive slam of his heel. A sharp, exhilarated gasp tore from my throat as my back met the cool, solid surface of the wall. Clayton wasn't slow or gentle—he was a hurricane in the shape of a man. His touch was a devastating mixture of sheer dominance and something far older, far more feral. His fingers clamped around my throat—not a threat, but a fierce leash—firm

||Claire|| Goddess, it’s going to be a long day,” I muttered, bracing myself as we neared the meeting area. “How are we doing this?” I asked Clay through our shared link. “Alphas give a rundown of their pack's progress over the months, their challenges, and finish with a solution to their problems,” he shrugged, his hand resting lightly on my waist, guiding me. “Basically, it’s a long, dull talk.” “Oh!” I nodded, understanding dawning. “Is there any way we can present our case early? I don’t think I can wait that long. My legs are trembling with anxiety.” “We can,” he said, giving my waist a reassuring squeeze. “They already know we’re here for a reason. That can’t be delayed.” I nodded once, grateful. We strode toward the conference hall. Reaching the double doors, Clayton pushed the room open without knocking. Every eye in the room turned to us. The Alphas and Lunas rose, bowing lightly to their Prince and Princess. I offered a small smile while Clayton simply gave them a