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Her white dress was soaked dark with blood. A brutal claw mark tore across her chest. "I need a healer!" Caleb's voice shook. "Get a healer now!" "Lyla!" My father's furious roar crashed over me, his Alpha pressure forcing me to my knees. Everything was happening too fast, but I forced myself to speak. "It wasn't me. She set me up! She said I'd take everything from her, so she—" "She risked her life just to frame you?" the grand elder, Russ Cooper, cut in.

“You have traveled so far in the dark. But the dawn is coming, Alyse. It is time to stop hiding. It is time to embrace the destiny carved into your blood before you were even born.” “I don’t understand,” I cried, clutching her hand. “I’m just an Omega. They rejected me. They hate me.” “They fear what they do not understand,” she murmured. “But the Moon does not ask for permission to shine.” Suddenly, the air around us began to vibrate. The white lilies bowed their heads, and the violet sky turned to pure, blinding silver. A figure emerged from the light a woman so tall and radiant that I had to shield my eyes. She didn't walk; she flowed like water.

“Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.” For the first time, my attention fully shifted to the female standing by his side. Just like her father, Lenora Mendalv was quite infamous in the worst ways possible. Her sharp cat eyes met mine firmly and the ethereal beauty she carried effortlessly was enough to make any mere mortal worship the grounds she walked on. With eyes darker than her heart and straight black hair to go with, she was tarted in a white mini ball gown that did well to accentuate her slender curves and blemish free skin. In many ways, her charms were lethal, which had easily earned her the reputation as the succubus of North Creekville. Her red clad lips inch

Alice went on, pulling out a plain blue dress and inspecting it in the light, “you won’t have to go overboard with your dress. You’ve got a weak wolf, so you’ll probably wind up with an Omega or something. Or another male who already has multiple mates, which would put you at the bottom of their little hierarchy.” Even though I couldn’t care less about mates right now, I bristled at her tone. “Maybe I’m not dressing for a man,” I retorted, pushing past her and rifling through the dresses myself. My fingers brushed across a soft black one that was silky and cool under my touch. “Maybe I’m dressing for myself.” Alice scoffed as I pulled out the dress and looked at it. It was a sexy but modest

Alice got out of the rickety car, gasping repeatedly. Her best friend, Chiara Niccolo, followed next—a pretty, blue-eyed damsel. "You're lucky I was driving by when you called. You could have gotten caught, for fuck's sake," Chiara reprimanded. Alice had managed to change out of the black getup in the car; now she wore a simple blue gown and had her dark brown hair tied in a neat ponytail. The bag containing the gold was slung over one shoulder as she stared back at Chiara with her emerald green eyes.

Alice said and then placed her hand in mine. "Come back to me, Jacob. I have missed you, and I know you have missed me too. Please help me make Alissa Queen so everything can return to the way it was. Ebony plans on changing the way things are. She will destroy e everything if she becomes Queen. I plan to get rid of her, and I know it will work with your help. Alissa and I are your family, not Ebony," Alice said, looking at me with pleading eyes, which made me sigh.

He wore a black ensemble and boots, and he drove his bike past Alicia and Jonathan in the car, who parked in front of a restaurant. As Alicia got out of her car, she looked at Jax, who sneered at her. But she quickly looked away, sensing maybe the strange man was working for Damian. Alicia quickly locked up her car door and walked ahead to meet Jonathan, who wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked with her into the Restaurant. As they entered the Restaurant together, Alicia met her best friend, Daisy Lawrence, a beautiful 23-year-old nurse with fair skin. "Hey, Alicia. What brings you here?" Daisy asked as she moved over to meet Alicia. She had just finished having her lunch and was

Whichever way, she was grateful for the job. Allicia had a quick bath before returning to the room. She picked out a black formal suit outfit from her wardrobe and wore it. She combed her shoulder length blonde hair and clipped it behind her ears. She wore simple crystal earrings that were not too obvious and also dabbed on some pink gloss on her lips. She peered at her reflection in the mirror when she was done dressing and she nodded in satisfaction.

The alpha’s feast, a yearly celebration of the victories the pack had had that year against her rivals, was about to begin. Alicia’s eyes locked onto Damon’s back. His raven-black hair fell in unruly waves, brushing against the collar of his leather jacket. His hands moved deftly, arranging silverware and crystal goblets with precision. His wolfish grace was mesmerizing, and Alicia’s pulse quickened. She had come here for a purpose, but the sight of him stirred memories she thought she had buried deep within her soul. He was so irresistible, as she fought within herself to not get swayed by what her eyes showed her.

Black Gold scent rolled off her in waves. Earth and cedar and something bitter underneath. Traveling leathers, pack messenger. Her eyes landed on me. Her expression curled into something ugly. "So you're Alisha." She said my name, like it tasted rotten. "Black Gold's famous reject." I went very still. Diana moved between us instantly. "No... This is for me." Diana said, pushing me away. Her eyes were red, and his jaw was tight. Her fist was literally shaking.