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The rest of the crowd bowed. "Thank you," he smiled with such courtesy I never knew he had. "Jaxyyyyy." A lady squealed from behind, dashing through the crowd in a beautiful red dress and crashing onto Alpha Jax. First thoughts? Who the hell is she?

I was tied up and dragged to the square of the marketplace. All eyes were on me as the Alpha stood at the top and stated my crime. “Lindsay Blackwood, a shameless, jealous and wicked bitch. She brutally murdered my precious sister fora spot in the varsity. I hereby expel her from the Crimson River Pack. She can never set foot in the pack again.” The crowd was in an uproar with insults, accusing me of the crime and calling me shameless, vile, and vicious. “Oh gosh! Isn’t she the prettiest girl from our school?”

Episode 4&5 Alyssa's pov . I woke 6:45 with alot of excitement . I brush my teeth ,took a warm soothing bath , changed into something official and comfortable. I wore a blue flowered shirt with a black blazer ontop and a pencil trousers with my black heels that wasn't too visible that made me inch taller than I was and lastly I grabbed my black Louis Vuitton fake bag . Applied little makeup on and made my hair in losed bun .

he furrowed his brows tightly " I won't let my son be weak. I wish she never followed us that night but what can I say, it happened before we could stop it " A feeling of nostalgia fell on Alpha Jake as he remembered his wife, Hazel. Her long black hair , pale skin and hazel eyes. He remembered when she said she was named Hazel because of her eyes. His eyes watered and he said in a hoarse voice " He needs to be strong and ruthless, all my efforts can't be brought to nothing " " But don't you..." Gamma Emerson continued " No but's " he cuts him off " He must undergo any experience " he said with a tone fo finality and Gamma Emerson huffed in defeat.

he whispers in pain. Silence fills the room, so thick it feels like the air has stopped moving. No one speaks; no one even breathes. Everyone is frozen, shocked, speechless, and paralysed. Then Mr Mercer’s voice cuts through the silence. “The Moonborn heir will attend the gala. Or would you prefer I execute Gideon's rebel army?” A servant appears with a silk box. Inside it lies a dress black as midnight, stitched with moonstone threads. “Wear this.” the old Alpha echoes. "Let the packs see what you’ve become.”

Atlas chuckled as he saw her pinkish cheeks, "This Bella...is still shy like the little Bella. Really, I missed her like crazy. I was very mad because I thought she forgot me. But I'm very glad now because she didn't. Did she miss me?" Bella's face got straight, she said with a cold tone, "She was too busy to miss anyone." Atlas felt a pang of pain inside his heart, "That's right. She will be the..." Bella nodded, "Queen. The wife of King Kai." Atlas put a fake smile on his face. That's right.

The dress was adorned with intricate metalwork, swirling patterns that accentuated her curves. As she stood in front of the mirror, another maidservant approached, carrying a velvet box in her hands. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara, studded with diamonds and sapphires. The maid carefully placed the tiara on the Alpha's head, arranging her hair around it until it was perfect. Then, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. Emma looked at herself in the mirror once more, and she felt ready to face her future.. The doom and Fall of her Enemies.

Sparks crackle between us and heat pools between my thighs, but the dull hum of the crowd gathering downstairs deters me from taking things further and I reluctantly pull away, breathless as I stare up into the eyes of my dark prince. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Alpha,” I tease, taking a step back and giving him a once-over, grinning in approval. In honor of his Alpha induction tonight, Rob urged him to ditch his classic hoodie and jeans ensemble for a cleaner look; a black button-up shirt and a pair of slacks. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up to the elbows and his hair is deliciously mussed, so even with the nice clothes he’s still rocking that James Dean devil-may-care

Not long after he left, the maid who brought me the black dress I was currently wearing walked into the room with a smile. “Alpha Milton asked me to give you this,” she hung a white dress, beautifully adorned with flower petals against the wall. It seemed to pull the morning sun's golden rays to it, which made it even harder to ignore. I sighed, defeated by how beautiful the dress was. “I suppose I can't leave such an angel to be abandoned,” I said and the maid giggled softly. “Should I tell the Alpha that you'll be coming to join him for breakfast?” She asked, and I nodded before she bowed and left the room.

Her stiff velvet dress was a deep shade of plum today, wearing a single gold necklace chain, a large black onyx pendant at its centre. /Black onyx/ Alba whirled, /she is wearing something protective!/ “Well, Alpha Dex this is most unexpected. What do you think I can help you with?” her voice was weaker, as though she had not slept a wink either. “I have a couple of questions that I can’t ask at the conference table, if you’ll permit me.” “Of course,” she said, taking a seat at a small morning table near her own balcony. Pouring herself a steaming cup of herbal tea I winced at the foul green liquid. “Well?”