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"This is Isabel Allende." I nod. "I believe it's only proper for me to introduce my Beta and a member of my Order. Klaus, Luke." I hear footsteps behind me that alert me of their presence. Klaus stands next to me, while Luke stands next to Lisa. "Meet my Beta; Klaus Blackwater, and a member of my Order; Luke Blackwater." "What are you doing here in France, Prime Alpha Kotana?" Lisa says, cutting short the exchange of pleasantries. "Please, call me Kira." She smiles, looking at Lisa tenderly as if she were looking upon her most treasured possession. "Before I can answer, I heard that you were looking for me. Isn't it true?"

He turns to Abel and they exchange glances just before Nyko hurries out of the door. "What did he just call me?" I ask astonished. "He called you your rightful name. You are my true soul-mate and I am the Alpha, therefore, you are my Luna." Luna?! I ask myself as I stare off into space. I never thought, in a million years that I would ever be a Luna. Even when I had realized that I was Asher's, I had refused the idea, but now I am to be Abel's Luna, of the Winchester wolves! I look up into Abel's eyes again and feel the calm serenity in them wash over me again. I don't think I will ever get tired of this feeling.

"I'm sorry for being such an asshole about you being a half-breed all our lives. You know it wasn't really me, right? I mean, it was me, but Dad was always in my ear, constantly preaching about how bad half-breeds are for the world. Like he wasn't talking to one." I snorted. "Or isn't one himself." I walked over and touched his shoulder with mine as we worked on the eggs together. "Look, I know it's hard, man. If you'll take advice from someone who's had it thrown in his face his whole life because it more obvious than his blonde haired counterparts... Stop putting so much focus on it. I did the research. There are literally six documented Alpha-Alpha combinations in the world. Total, that's

“Yet you keep barking orders like an Alpha.” Miguel’s expression darkened instantly. “Because I am an Alpha.” Several people in the waiting area glanced over at the sudden hostility in his voice. The nurse looked entirely unimpressed. “Mm.” She adjusted her glasses lazily. “And I’m the president.” Miguel’s fists clenched at his sides. The woman sighed dramatically before pulling the test file toward herself again. “Elevated body sensitivity. Instability in pheromone output. Increased hormonal fluctuation. Strong scent projection.” She looked back up at him. “That doesn’t sound Alpha to me.”