“It’s nothing. Are you catching a scent, Dominic?” Freya asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of a shift.“I’m perfectly fine. My senses are sharp. Stop hovering like an omega. And when you find the time, ensure Vanessa learns the etiquette of the High Court. I don’t want her causing a territorial dispute at her bonding ceremony,” Dominic remarked, his voice dropping into a low, frustrated growl that made the air vibrate.Vanessa stood frozen, her inner wolf pacing with agitation.Why is my bloodline always the target? she thought, her teeth belling in a silent snarl.As the mountain mist thickened, shifting into a relentless, icy downpour that smelled of pine and ozone, I realized I was without a cloak. My bangs plastered against my forehead, dripping into my eyes. I lifted my leather satchel over my head, a pathetic shield against the wrath of the Cheshire Pack skies.Through the curtain of the storm, a shadow materialized. He didn't walk; he prowled with the predatory gr

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"I can’t keep stalling. The pack hierarchy demands blood or gold, and right now, my coffers are dry. If I want to sit at the high table of the Moon Council, I have to sacrifice a piece of the Stone territory," Dominic muttered, pacing his study like a caged beast."Territory is just dirt if you don't have the strength to hold it, Dominic. Think of the future," I countered, my voice flat as I watched him struggle with his own greed."You’re right. AetherTech is bleeding out. Without an influx of resources, the pack will starve by winter. Even a minor trade agreement with the Draven Pack would keep us dominant for a decade," he admitted, his eyes gleaming with the desperate light of a failing Alpha.I didn't argue. I just waited for the inevitable surrender. My phone vibrated against my thigh as I stepped out of the manor. It was a message from Dominic, the ink barely dry on his decision.[The transfer of the twenty-five percent stake in the Ice Hockey Division starts today. I'm calling

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"Will you mark me with this? For the pack to see?" Peter asked, his baritone dipping into that dangerous, velvety territory that always made my inner wolf stir."…Okay," I whispered after a heavy beat, my heart hammering against my ribs.Wasn't this supposed to be a strategic alliance for the hockey merger? Why is he treating these ancient rituals like they're the only thing that matters? I wondered, my pulse racing. My palm was starting to sweat as I took the silver band and slowly slid it onto his finger, the metal cool against his burning skin.Peter didn't let go. He laced his powerful fingers through mine, lifting our joined hands toward the light of the Moon Hall, and snapped a quick photo with his device."Alright, let's head to the estate. My Luna, it’s time to move your scent into the Draven Alpha den," Peter said, his tone thick with a playful, possessive anticipation.While I was composed in the back of the Alpha Vehicle, Peter was busy on the pack-link. He posted a photo o

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