Excited whispers rippled through the crowd as the Frost Fang alpha and her betas made their way forward. I couldn’t help but watch her, curiosity tugging me forward.Elara was every inch an alpha. Tall, strong, and radiating authority, she moved with a confidence I envied. Her dark brown hair was braided like a warrior’s, and a jagged scar cut across her shoulder a mark of experience, of battles survived. She was everything I wished I could be.Her dress was elegant, yet practical, ending well above her ankles ready for action at a moment’s notice. Alphas always were. Prepared. Dangerous. Untouchable.In our pack, female alphas paired with male alphas, while some male alphas were forced to mate with female betas, thanks to the alpha imbalance. Wolves like me Ronan, Killian, Maris, and I had no shot at either. Maris’s haughty attitude couldn’t change that. We were all stuck at the bottom, scrambling for scraps of power we’d never taste.As Elara reached the stage, the clouds split, rev
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