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Carter still denied it without batting an eyelid. Her husband threw her an angry look. Their silence stretched for a moment, before Alistair's chilling voice came—more grave this time. “You dare accuse my wife without proof. You dare drag her name into the mud for your convenience. Do you think I’ll let that slide?” He turned toward his assistant and casually gave him an order. “Tell our men to throw this garbage into the den. It's time to feed my pets.” The couple’s jaws dropped, and so did mine. Who wouldn’t know about Alistair's strange taste for keeping pets? He was actually raising a pack of wild wolves! It had been reported many times that he rescued wild wolves whenever he went huntin

"In terms of wealth, status and power, I have it more. How dare you say she wants me? She's like a little sister to me and I won't cross that line!" Alastair was surprised. He had never seen Adrian show emotions like this. He was always silent and closed off. "Neither of you should come to me with this matter ever again unless you want me to do the unexpected." He stood up and Alastair hurriedly bowed as he walked out furiously.

"No it is I who am sorry I am not giving you a choice in the matter. You see she's my mate and you will not keep her from me. I only came to you to see if we could do this peacefully. Though it is obvious that will not happen." "Alpha Xavier understand what you are doing. I don't think you want this." And with that Alastair was sick of hearing his mouth and he forces the shift. Alastair is a huge pitch black wolf. All alphas are huge but he is twice the size of a full grown alpha. He attacks before Carter can shift and he rips this head off leaving his a corpse then he turns to Ryder and he gets shifted in just enough time. Alastair grabs him by the back of the neck and shakes him viciously

The two of them faced each other, both refusing to look away. Callum was taller, but Alastair had never been intimidated by anyone’s size. He had spent most of his life protecting us. He had worked jobs meant for adults when he was barely a teenager. He had learned how to survive long before any child should have needed to. He wasn’t afraid of Callum. That was exactly what frightened me. I hurried between them before either could make the first move. “Nothing happened.” Alastair looked down at me. “Then why was he holding your wrist?”

Men who had touched her shoulder and told her she was like a daughter to them. As she read aloud to the empty room, her throat hurt. "Harrow. Veylor. "Stanton." Each name felt like glass across her mouth. She put her hand on her forehead and breathed hard. "They've betrayed him. They've let us all down. She looked at the next picture, and her body went cold. It showed Alistair's beautiful black car parked under the Kensington tower. At first, it looked normal, but then she saw the wires slithering under the chassis, glinting like veins of death.

She stood, wiping her hands on her trousers, and walked back to her spot by the wall, leaving the stunned hall in her wake. Alistair. He had withdrawn. Not in defeat, but in strategic recalibration. He had exposed a festering secret to the light, and it had briefly stunned the world. But men like him don’t retreat. They regroup. He was out there, in the clean, cold night, deciding whether to smoke us out, burn us out, or simply wait for us to turn on each other

My attention drifted until the words Alistair Montrose yanked me back to reality. The anchor’s voice was steady, yet the gravity of her words was undeniable. “Alistair Montrose, the billionaire once featured on the Forbes list, is now at the center of a massive scandal. Allegations have surfaced, accusing him of being involved in the murder-for-hire plot of Mr. Allan White.” My stomach churned as the image of Alistair appeared on the screen. He stood tall, his sharp eyes glaring into the camera with the same confidence he always exuded.

Before I can even budge from my seat, a head pops around the corner. "We'll be heading off in five. Hope you girls are ready for a party." Alastaire leans against the doorway, still wearing the white v-neck top and skinny jeans he wore on stage. He always looks sort of angelic in photos and videos, (inhumanely perfect according to Jamie), and the real life version doesn't disappoint. Tall and lean with clear blue eyes and a halo of messy gold hair, beautiful is the only word that does him justice. In fact, he's prettier than most girls.

Those eyes I knew were definitely cursing me and wishing for my early demise. “You couldn’t wake a man the normal way? And what’s with that get up Sirius?” “What do you think?” I asked. Most people who could recognise the Night Walker and Titus Crowley would never make that connection but Alastair was one of a kind. He was so attuned to Titus Crowley like a magnet that always knows the North that it took a few seconds for the information to register. I never expected for him to start doubling over in laughter when he put two and two but then again, loudmouth wasn’t the sanest of people I’ve met.

Serves her right. “You see, it's a dead end now, Karheel. Give me the tribrid and I will be merciful to spare your lives.” Alastair scoffed. “I could kill you right now and here, Alessandra. The only problem is, I don't want to stink. My mother herself told me not to hold filthy things, so my apologies if I won't be touching even a strand of your hair.” She clenched her jaw. “Really? You must be a coward then.”