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“I hoped Doctor Prime would have the Pearlet crossed out soon.” The door then opened and revealed Alyssa and Helen. Alyssa was wearing a light blue dress with black vest for her upper body. The light blue skirt was not very frilly, but it had its wave and she was also wearing socks and black leather shoes. Her hair was down, but her side hairs were slightly pulled to the back and tied with a cute light blue bow. She looked like a simple version of Alice from the wonderland series. “Brother Jai! Brother windlet! How do I look?” Alyssa asked, twirling around to show off her dress.

One that came from. The Silver Lake delegation stood near the western windows, a tight cluster of power and privilege. Alpha Marcus Blackwood, looking every inch the traditional leader in his formal attire. His Luna Elena beside him, ice-blonde and perfect. Their Beta, Alexander, tall and watchful. And clinging to the Beta's arm, a blonde female whose blue dress matched eyes currently widened in alarm as she tracked my approach.

Alice swiftly rose and dashed into the bathroom like a streak of lightning. One hour later, Alice had a vision of the dress sent by Andrew. Her hair was swept into a casually elegant low bun, with a few stray strands framing her face. A subtle nude makeup enhanced her natural beauty, while a dainty heart-shaped diamond pendant adorned her neck and ears. The pièce de résistance was a butterfly-design glass comb pin nestled in her bun, adding a touch of enchantment to her look. Slipping into her silver stilettos and grabbing her coordinating clutch, she strolled to the hotel lobby, her eyes darting around in search of Andrew.

Her mother looked every inch a gothic queen in rubies and black opals. Next came Bessa and Deandra, daring and dazzling, smiling wickedly as they claimed the floor. Then, one by one, the Council witches. Power radiated from them, sharp and undeniable. I held my breath as the herald raised his voice. “Lord Alister Silverlake and the Queen Witch Supreme, Aminda Loretta Bettencourt.” My jaw tightened. With him? Rage boiled as I yanked at my bow tie. Her silver-blond hair fell in perfect waves, black-tipped strands swaying to her waist. Diamonds glittered across her black gown, clinging to every curve. The neckline plunged low—too low. My fists curled. No one else should look at her that way.

Alessia resisted at first, but knowing how Grace was, she had to comply. Grace’s face lit up in excitement as she clapped her hands together. “Great! I’ll lend you some clothes. Something to make you feel confident and sexy again.” Grace jumped out of bed, rushing to her wardrobe. She pulled out a black sassy dress, with matching black boots. “This is the perfect one for you, Ali.” Alessia watched the dress with a wary look on her face. The dress was more revealing than anything she had ever worn. “I don't know about this, Grace. You and I know I have never worn anything like this in my entire life.”

I didn’t know what I was expecting to find, but as I opened the folder to the first page, I instantly felt my back go rigid in shock. The report read: ------“Per His Majesty’s urgent decree, a small group of men and I were dispatched to the Easthaven Pack with the crucial mission of retrieving a rogue girl by the name of Scarlett Azalea. Upon arriving at the entrance, we witnessed an altercation occurring between His Highness, Prince Alistair Reynes, and the Alpha of the Easthaven Pack, Liam Pyres. Whilst no immediate justification could be ascertained upon our arrival to explain the actions observed, those present all witnessed Prince Alistair in direct conflict with Alpha Liam Pyres, of wh

He has light chocolate skin and bright green eyes, dressed in a toga-like robe, "I am Markus." He raises a hand to touch the royal woman beside him. "This is Gizelda, and next to her are Cyrus, Odysseus and Ferrars." Gizelda has olive skin and black hair, while Cyrus is unusually tall with pale skin and silver hair. Ulysses is slightly tanned with a long black ponytail, which contrasts with Ferrars' light hair and skin. "Hello," I reply, not sure what to do. The small guard nudges me, and as I turn to look at him, he gestures with his hands. I mirror the gesture, which I realize is the one Markus made to me as I entered.

Damian was still holding me. The question bothering me was how she managed to get inside despite the tight security of Damian's? " how?" Damian glared at her. She laughs. " Alpha Damian Black. The most powerful Alpha of the Blue moon city, failed to identify a traitor in his own pack? What a pity!!" her laugh filled the whole room. ********************************************************************************************** Everyone was shocked. Damian glared at our people. They all flinched due to his intimidating aura. We saw Neal approaching Qiatssiah, smirking.

Lyon sensed Alpha's displeasure and immediately stepped forward to apologize. "Lyon, demote that Gamma to Omega," Damian commanded, his voice firm and unwavering. "Then take the bitch to our casino. I don't want her polluting my eyes any longer." Despite her concern for Aunt Jennifer's fate, Alicia felt powerless to intervene. Her own situation was precarious enough. As she was led to a sleek black RV, her mind raced with anxiety and uncertainty. Once inside, Damian promptly closed the door, and without wasting a moment, he threw her a new black suit from the nearby couch, barking, "Get dressed. You can shift back now, Betrayer."

She looked around frantically before I saw a bright shining red light coming from Seline’s chest. It took me a few moments to realize that there was a hand sticking through her chest. Seline evaporated into nothing, and Lilith was standing right behind her with her deep red lipstick on, wearing a very tight figure hugging black dress and very high stiletto heels. Lilith wiped her hands together, trying to get all remanence of Seline off of her and she looked up at me. “I am getting really sick of that nosy bitch.” Lilith said.