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What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

Her friends giggled. Even I couldn’t stop my mouth from laughing at these girls. Yes, the warriors looked like they came out of a magazine cover titled Alpha Candy. One of them flexed his arms and kissed his biceps, knowing very well a group of she-wolves was watching. His eyes met mine and he winked. I immediately got repulsed. “Let’s go,” I said to Alicia. “Come on, a little while more,” she whined, staring at a warrior on the side with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at his warriors with disgust.

My wolf, Blaze, stirred, howling happily, his excitement deeply resonating with mine. “I want to go home.” Blaze demanded, his voice laced with urgency. “I wish to see Kitten. Move fast.” He was urging me to just shift and run all the way to Anderson mansion, but I cooled down and walked out of the warriors’ office, planning to buy flowers for Ashley on the way. After all, my mate deserved all the best things in the world.

"Alpha." "Summon Karrik at once," I commanded. "Tell him I have a special task for him concerning my worthless son." Varek hesitated for only a fraction of a second before nodding. "As you wish, Alpha." The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts. Moments later, the chamber doors opened again, and Karrik stepped inside. The warrior leader was built like a beast, his scars a testament to the countless battles he had survived. He bowed before me, awaiting my orders.

They were sneaky and I couldn't smell their scents, but Crimson, he could mind-link all the warriors and tell them how they could be killed. There! I saw him mere meters away, fighting a rogue wolf. The rogue getting the upper hand, or so I thought, I ran to go help Crimson and stopped when he leaped up and bounced his feet off the wall of the building, shifting mid-air, in the most fluid of ways and into the most captivating were-cat I had ever seen.

She was a warrior and completely unbreakable. Then we had Faye, my kitty. I had never laid eyes on a more beautiful wolf in my entire life. She was powerful, and her strength flooded me with desire. I loved the fact that my wolf mate was a complete badass. It did not matter that she was descended from Selene. I would love her just as much even if she was not. ‘I’ll give you a sixty second head start before I come after you. Run, Kitty,’ I told her before turning my back.

"I am free. There is a difference." I grip my dagger. "Darian. You made him reject me." "Darian was easy. He already resented you. The mate bond was an insult to him. A future Alpha mated to a servant? I simply whispered. Gave his nightmares a voice." "And the war?" "A masterpiece. Fifty packs against eight. Blood on the snow. Wolves killing wolves." She sighs happily. "And when it is over, I will move to the next kingdom. Start again." "You will not live to see the sunrise."

Which is the wrong thing to do because a sap of pain on my side, and the world tilts. I grunt as I hit the ground and kick out, satisfied with the oaff I hear. “Christ, keep your fucking head,” Ransom snarks, smashing his fist into a warrior's throat. I shift out my claws and cut at a male's Achilles tendon. With a scream, the warrior drops to the floor. Another warrior drops beside me, his empty eyes looking up at the ceiling. The remaining warrior backs up a few steps before he turns and runs. I give chase only to watch him being torn apart by a shifted wolf.

DK asked. “One of the warriors had a pet cat,” I started to say, and the expression on DK’s face made me smile as I confirmed the irony. “I know know. What can I say, she’s a cat lover. Anyways, her mom came to identify her body and she came along with the warrior's cat. The cat escaped from the mom’s arms as she fell to her knees and found out that her daughter was dead.” I know that DK was smart and I have no doubt why he was able to put the pieces together with no problems at all. This is why I was not surprised when he said,

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the ten that went on that mission, number 100 was the only one who survived. Lucky, I guess.” She scoffed, the sound dripping disdain. Serial was number one—untouchable, legendary, the girl who’d clawed her way to the top and never looked back. “You know what?” Serial continued, stepping onto the mat. “Why don’t we spar together.” A ripple of

Nathan said, the smile creeping into a wide grin. Agnar narrowed his eyes at him. His wolf Ivar inside of him growling like crazy. He didn't understand the anger he was feeling towards Nathan. He pulled the girl closer to him, wrapping both arms around her. A small growl escaping him. Nathan put his hands up and stepped away. “Easy Alpha. She’s gonna be perfect for you.” Nathan laughed loudly now, His Alpha didn't know. How could he not see it. Nathan was still holding his hands up in the air.

I say firmly. “Over my body, you will be a warrior,” he said, his face inches from mine. I pushed him, annoyed at how he was behaving. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, or no, I already told you. You don’t command me. You do not owe me, and my opinion is as valid as yours. I am your mate, and you are mine”. I shouted at him. He tumbles backward, not expecting to push him this hard, landing on Leno, who holds him.

I shoved back the rogue that had my warrior pinned and hefted him up. I tossed him to the nearest warrior to get back to the carriage and turned back. Violet was already jumping back into it, and another wave of howls filled the air. They had to be reinforcements for the rogues, and I shook my head. “Well, I’ll be damned…” One of the warriors said. “What kind of woman are you marrying, alpha?” I laughed. “A warrior.”

It was a war inside him. My scar seared, white-hot, the bond pulsing so violently I had to clutch the bars of the window to stay upright. My wolf whimpered, desperate, torn between terror and an aching pull toward him. I wanted to look away. I couldn’t. The warriors circled closer again, this time with spears. They looked terrified. Not of losing Cain—but of what he might do to them if he slipped further. One made the mistake of stepping too close. Cain moved faster than my eyes could track. One moment the warrior was upright, the next he was flying across the courtyard, his body slamming into stone with a sickening crack. He didn’t rise again.

However, the screams only got louder. I sat on the bed and covered my ears but then I heard a male voice saying, "you are just an omega, whereas I am a warrior who fights for and protects this pack. Consider it a privilege that I want to fuck you and satisfy my lust." I closed my eyes as my blood began to boil. The omega cried, "please, I beg you to let me go. Leave me alone." I heard the warrior punch her and warned, "shut the fuck up and don't provoke me. All the warriors are busy and no one will be able to help you. I choose this location because it's far from the main pack.

She twisted his arm and ignored every wolf that was staring at them, yes, Alpha Alphonso had asked them not to act like kids, but this man here woke up each morning with the only aim of vexing her, and damn, each time he opened his mouth, Alpha Ciandra wanted to cut his tongue off. "Ciandra, do I need to tell you, every time you touch me, I get numerous ideas of how to make your pretty pathetic life a living hell?" He hissed. She blinked, let go of his arm, and marched off to the gate. At the forest, she joked to the warriors that she would love to take their duties so they would go back and enjoy themselves with their mates but the warriors said she didn't have to worry because they would interchange with the others and join her soon.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past. The next chapter of her discovery unveiled the resurgent werecats, a species once thought to be extinct. The enigmatic presence preserving their existence amidst the brink of oblivion was the revelation of Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter's transformation into a Tiger form in the fateful year of 1983. He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline.

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

But then, a ShadowClan patrol, alerted by the sounds of the fight, arrived as reinforcement. The ShadowClan warriors, known for their stealth and agility, moved like wraiths through the undergrowth, flanking the Crimson Fang and cutting off their escape routes. Their attack was coordinated, not with elaborate plans or pre-arranged signals, but with an intuitive understanding born of shared experience and mutual trust. Rhys, the hotheaded Silvermoon warrior who had previously clashed with Kael, found himself fighting alongside the ShadowClan leader, their movements a ballet of deadly precision. They fought not as rivals but as equals, their combined strength turning the tide of battle.