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Wait, what? Before I knew anything, I was in my wedding dress, and standing in front of me was the alpha of Silver river pack, Alpha Curtis, and right now he was looking at me with hate and disgust. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I wanted to do this. I rolled my eyes and apparently he saw that because right now the look on his face was added a bit of anger and shock. Yeah didn’t see that coming did you? A smirk crept up my face until my eyes met with my father’s.

, the previous Alpha would kill their human lovers right in front of their eyes. The door to the Alpha’s office was open, and I quickly got inside taking my position behind his chair. Alpha Julian Anderson was a man of few words, but when he spoke- everyone listened. His table had a bunch of papers lying around. The bookshelf on the left on his table had a few books missing. I knew how to read, and I could see a few words that the letter had on them scribbled in perfect handwriting. Selling of Human Slaves. I jumped as a woman stepped into the room. She wore a long red dress, with a slit on her thigh. She smiled as she walked towards the table I stood behind.

I begged, crying without end. I closed my eyes and begged hoping he'd at least listen but instead, I heard a little thud a few inches away from my face and I opened my eyes to see a file. "Wh- What is this, Alpha?" I stammered my voice barely above a whisper. "Open it!” he ordered coldly and I took the file lying inches away from me. As I brought it closer and read it, the letters written on the first page sent shivers down my spine.

Accidental Alpha’s Bride Chapter Eighty-Two Angel’s POV My father was dead. The paternity of my unborn child is mysterious. I don't remember having any sexual encounter with Simon, or the moment I discovered I was pregnant with a child. My memories are wiped out as a result of the accident and to be honest I feel lost and obsolete. Whom to trust has become a rare ability. I don't know myself. Each passing day the mother I thought I knew her strange behavior towards the matter is unsettling and very suspicious. I’m forced to rethink the stranger’s words if there was an atom of truth to his wild statements.

light was blinding, pulsing with the frequency of the "New Genre." "I don't want to hurt Dada," Kaelen whispered, his eyes solid violet. "Then you have to 'Delete the Reader', Genesis," a new voice boomed—the voice of the "First Alpha" returning from the grey static. The First Alpha appeared behind the Critic, his hand of "Biological Remorse" reaching for the man’s hoodie. "The 'True Real World' is not Chicago, children. It's the 'Silence' between the words. To get there... you have to 'Burn the Theater'."

Alan suddenly said and I sneered. Obvious? it was a lie. "No way, Nothing is obvious at all and I have never accepted your Alpha, I don't plan on doing so too." Deep inside my heart, deep,deep and deep, I knew that I had somehow accepted Alex after what happened yesterday. I had felt that I would not be able to adapt to the fact that he was a werewolf but Strangely, I did and it was so soon. Agnes was about to say something when I suddenly heard the cries of my baby and my heart skipped a bit.

The text stayed on my screen long after I read it, burning into my eyes until I had to look away. You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming. My fingers went cold around the phone. Chloe took it from me before I could answer, and the color drained from her face the moment she saw it. For a long second none of us spoke, because what was there to say when the worst wasn’t over yet?

Let me go and get on the Alpha Book to send the invites. Alright, now the invites have been sent through Alpha Book. What. Is Alpha Book, asked Stephanie. It is similar to F***B**K but better, and it is for Alphas and Luna only. Now I definitely cannot wait to find my mate. Will certainly be using that for Alpha meetings and other things.

"It was the seal of a Luna that kept me caged. And you were so desperate for an heir that you brought a True Luna right to my doorstep." ​Alpha Miller—the puppet of the Feral King—lunged forward with inhuman speed. ​Kaelen met him mid-air. ​The collision was like two mountains crashing together. Kaelen grabbed Miller’s throat, but his fingers sank into the dark mist instead of flesh. Miller hissed, his hand—now a claw of solid shadow—striking Kaelen across the chest. Four deep gashes appeared on the King’s skin, but instead of blood, a sickly purple smoke began to leak from the wounds.

“Joana, I think you should go rest now, you are starting to cross your limit and you know what happens after that.” She nods her head. “Of course, I know you Valtor, more than I know myself, and it's find that you don't know me as much as I know you or love me as much as I love you even though all I asked was for a little, tiny space of that cold heart,” she stepped closer, jabbing a finger on my chest. “But why do you have to bring in a fake just to call off our marriage the second time?” “I'm the Lycan Alpha, do you really think I would bring a fake home? Clearly you don't know me as much as you think.”