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Her dad was scary but after what I told him, he smiled at me. “you think you were protecting her, did you?” He asked me as he patted me around the shoulder as we descended the stairs. “Remind me again who are you, young man,” he asked me. “I’m Alex, Alexander MacWatters, a friend of Ian,” I said as he looked at me with amusement. “You’re Alexander MacWatters, the scientist that discovered the different water chemistry that can be used to treat malfunction of the nerve systems. You’re him?” He asked me in bewilderment. I laughed at him.

Alexander was the fearsome person the entire Black Hawk Nation dared not mess with. He was the invincible Temple Master Kane, the most powerful warlord in the world. "I'm the son-in-law of the Old Mare Chesire family. I'm the loser you call." Alexander raised his finger at Trajan. "But you? You're much worse than a loser, you are a clown. Nothing more!" Alexander paid no more attention to Trajan. He tilted his head to look at a hidden camera in the corner of the lobby as if he could see Alice from the camera. The corner of his lips curled into a smile as he mouthed a few words at the camera.

She wanted to be here, to fight alongside me, but I couldn’t risk it — not with the babies depending on her. The scent trail was faint but distinct. It led us deeper into the forest, past the familiar boundary markers of our territory. Whoever this man was, he knew our land well. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were walking straight into a trap, but we had no choice. We had to find him. The name **Jona** had surfaced recently, whispered by those who knew of his infamy. He was once the leader of a rogue group known for their brutality and cunning, a man whose reputation sent chills down even the most hardened warriors.

"Who is J?" Alexander sits down across from her. He is very still. The fourth register. The one from before Sophia knew him. The one from when he was young and his father was still a presence in his life instead of an absence. "J is the man from the gallery tonight," Alexander says. "The man who taught my father how to disappear. His name is James Carver. And if he wrote this paragraph two years ago, it means he has been watching both of us longer than anyone knew."

I find myself nodding along, no question in my mind that I’m ready to go fight beside my man. “Hell, I’ll go fight,” comes a voice from behind us. I crane my neck to look over my shoulder, spotting a younger guy as he walks into the room. I’ve never seen him before, but I can only assume that it’s Alpha Vaughn’s son, Chase. For a high school senior, the kid is huge- tall, broad, and bulky with muscle. It’d be startling if I didn’t grow up around alphas and know that they tend to be physically larger than average. He’s definitely got the cocky swagger of an alpha as he enters the room, looking around at everyone gathered.

Although he came after us, he managed to arrive together with Pete, it could only tell that he was not your everyday wolf. I already felt his aura yesterday. It was extraordinary. This kid must be the future alpha of a very powerful pack. He was barely eighteen and he could already mask his emotions well. It was really hard to see through him. “That was nothing, I was just enjoying the nature and doing some walking race!” I said nonchalant. I wasn’t bragging but that was the case. If Andy wanted to go wild, even wind will have to make its way for him. he was as fast as lightning.

I felt my cheeks heat. Alpha Evelyn hummed in agreement, her gaze almost judgmental. I controlled Astrid from surfacing. I smiled. “Who said you don’t have other assets? And I mean material wise.” Everyone looked at me stunned. I continued when no one interrupted. “Crescent pack specializes in making handmade fabrics. I’ve heard a lot about it.” Even though it was a white lie, I saw Alpha Vector’s face brighten. “And Greenwood has one of the biggest libraries among all the packs around the world.” Alpha Evelyn jutted her chin proudly.

All three of us crane our necks to see. There's a picture of Daniel and me sitting on the bench by the pharmacy. Daniel is holding Chance in a standing position. They're smiling at each other while I'm looking on. The picture really is sweet. The writer of the caption, however, jumped to a whole lot of conclusions. Caught Again: Is This Soccer Stud Turning into a Soccer Dad? "Um… yep. I guess that would be him." "Are you kidding me?" Geni practically screeches and snatches the newspaper out of her client's hand. "You're going out with Daniel Zavaro? Captain of the Texas Mutiny? How did you not tell me this?"

Making him chuckle a bit. "I haven't even introduced myself." He says with a small smiling playing on his lips. "I'm Gerald." He says calmly. "Alexandra. But everyone calls me Alexs." She responds. "Doesn't that sound masculine?" Gerald laughs. He touches his temple slightly. "So Alexs, can I have your digits?" He says calmly. Alexandra smiles. "Well, you can't!" She responds, she could see the shock on his face. "I mean currently I don't have a phone, because apparently, your friend seized it." She smiles. "But I can have yours. I will call you with my cousin's line." Alexandra says.

Joanne had barely finished making her statement when they heard a baritone voice as they all alighted from the vehicle. "Hello! you must be Bennie". The man said and shook Bennie's hand so hard that Bennie thought his hand was going to fall off. The man was of average height with thick dark hair and slight patches of white at both sides of his hair right above his left and right ear, he also had a thick bushy moustache which Jared thought was odd and funny. He was wearing a tuxedo and a pair of loafers. "I'm Alexander, you can call me Alex". He said grinning widely. He waved at Joanne and proceeded to meet Jared who was just getting out from the vehicle.