The First ThreatThe great hall of the Blackthorn fortress was packed.The stone walls, carved with the snarling visages of long-dead alphas, seemed to lean inward, amplifying the voices that clashed like steel in the air. With each breath, the smell of power, rage, and expectation suffocated me, burning my lungs.I sat in the far corner, flanked by guards, the healer hovering anxiously behind me. The feeling made my stomach turn, but my hands automatically touched it. My kids were silent, as if they could feel the storm coming.Damien stood at the center of the hall, his crimson gaze hard, his shoulders rigid. He was every inch the Alpha King tonight, a shadow of power and blood. But even his aura could not eclipse the tension simmering in the chamber.Because three rival alphas had come.And they hadn’t come for peace.The first was Alpha Roran of the Ironfangs — massive, scarred, a brute of a man whose pack thrived on violence and mercenary work. His golden eyes gleamed with gr
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