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He couldn't stay still when she was out there, very possibly in danger, and he had no idea where to look. "On it." Lars said, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "But Alpha?" Luca turned his head as Lars continued to type. "Yes?" Something in the way Lars said his title made his stomach twist. Alpha Vos must have heard it too, because Luca saw his eyebrows rise and his head turn in the Beta's direction.

My sudden fascination with the Alpha plummets as I realize that it’s a wolf shifter pack that has moved into Arrow Brooke. I have a sour history with wolf shifter packs

“Old-school patrol recon. Love it.” We didn’t waste time. By late afternoon, we’d already passed through three neighboring packs. All of them gave the same answer: nothing unusual. No strangers. No disturbances. No ghosts. Until we reached the last one. Alpha Mace. Stern. Disciplined. Always guarded—but not dishonest. He met us on the front lawn of his pack house, arms folded. “Alpha Jayden,” he said with a nod. “You’re far from your land.” “Doing a sweep,” I said. “Something’s not sitting right near my west perimeter. Thought I’d check in. Anything strange on your end?”

Two other wizards cast counter-spells, creating a soft echo that suppressed the attacking impulse. "Forgive me, Alpha King," Lysander said, his breath heavy but steady. "The main node of hatred toward you is bound to a false memory that is repeated over and over. I cannot remove it without tearing apart the original memory around it. All I can do now is build an alternative path—a temporary bridge—so that his executive mind can breathe." Alpha Kaelen laughed—short, cracked, not reaching his eyes. "Bridge? A bridge to what? To your lies? You and your wizard are just painting the night sky and calling it dawn. Lyara is mine—"

I badly wanted to assist them, but I was scared for the maid who brought me here and also scared for myself. Soon the other maids left. It was now just me and the maid who brought me here. She dished out the Alpha's food, then had me watch over it while she went to grab something. Immediately she left, I quickly removed the substance from my bra, where I had earlier hidden it. I did as she instructed; I added only a little of it to avoid him perceiving it. I remembered her words once again: "Don't add too much of it; he's an Alpha after all, even if he has no wolf." I quickly dipped it back into my bra, then sat back as if I had done nothing.

Offering a subdued smile, she revealed she had already acted, ensuring Linda would accompany Rylan. Acknowledging the excess burden, I had placed on Stephanie—fulfilling beta responsibilities, unexpectedly taking on Alpha and even Luna roles—I planned to appeal to Rylan. My aim was to have him temporarily replace my beta, Greyson, during his absence, at least until a suitable gamma could be appointed.

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

Me and Mirage. “I don’t think you can be considered a test subject, especially since it is your blood we are experimenting with.” Alpha Charles folded his hands in front of him. “If we are to mass produce an antidote that can bring back rogues from the edge off there inhuman nature, then we need to be sure off what exactly we are producing. Especially since, I’m guessing, the product isn’t going to be cheap and neither will it have a hundred percent success rate.” “So you do not entirely trust me with the production of the antidote?” Alpha Krimson tilted his head to the side, a small smirk playing on his lips that looked way too arrogant and offensive. “Then why even agree to the contract in

The Alpha held her gaze for a moment, then inclined his head slightly. “A variable system,” he said. A faint pause. “Unpredictable.” Aria gave a small, almost amused breath. “Yes.” Another pause. “But that doesn’t mean unstable.” The distinction mattered. The Alpha seemed to consider it, his expression thoughtful rather than resistant. Damien stepped forward slightly, his gaze steady. “It just means it won’t always look the same,” he said. The Alpha looked at him. “And that is acceptable?” Damien didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” A brief silence followed.