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An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.

“An Almega is a rare and dangerous creature—half Alpha, half Omega.” The book… it really is about me.

Allen asked as he gaped at his mate. "When a A-Class is kick out, their status as an Alpha, a Beta or an Omega is... revoked for lack of a better term," Sebestian said, pulling Allen back down the alleyway and away from Ram as he started muttering to himself again. He deactivated his wings, watching as Allen dropped his own magic as he led him from the alleyway and across the street, pulling him into an all-night diner and ordering two coffees as he let his mate process the information. He pushed Allem into a booth and set the coffee down in front of him, sliding into the booth next to him.

My mind could not have deceived me on what I had seen. “She also thinks Willow is trying recruit her own army. Aliaria says she found something in the room showing pictures of what her army was going to look like.” Kaidon explained futher. “What does the picture says?” “Rogues. Souless, strong and ruthless rogues. I personally think Aliaria is using these rogues because she knows they don’t know anything else other than to kill.” As Kaidon spoke on, my mind was in disarray.

‘Help. With a resounding roar of anguish, Alaric sprang to his feet, swiftly making his way towards the nearest exit, navigating through the dispersing Alphas, seeking to blend into the night's cool embrace. In his pursuit, he inhaled the faint traces of their mate's pheromones, feeble yet guiding, leading him on his path. Hell awaits those who dare to harm what rightfully belongs to them.

She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon." I smiled mockingly. Does she think that by rejecting me, I would accept her even if she were my mate? Alpha Dragon is never rejected, no matter what happens. So I shouted, "I am Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon Pack, and I reject you, Jenny." Yes, I rejected her, but she won't go away. She will just be a whore I use for my pleasure, even if it means burning her entire pack to have her.

Rayka and Sylvester stood in the dimly lit room, the tension palpable. The unexpected visitor, a tall figure cloaked in shadows, had arrived with news that could alter the course of their fight against the unseen enemy. "You claim to have critical information about the threat we face," Rayka began, her voice steady but cautious. "Why should we trust you?" The visitor stepped forward, revealing a face marked by scars and weariness. "My name is Alaric," he said, his voice rough but sincere. "I was once a member of your enemy’s inner circle. I’ve seen their plans, their true nature."

” Lembuswana is still able to insult Alfi in such a condition. “Did you mean this?” Alfi draws Tipit and Pelidi from his bracelet. Lembuswana is shocked by seeing it. “Only the Alfa that can use holy weapons like Tipit, Pelidi, and Pukan. If I lose one, I can just simply draw another. Oh, then why are those two still on your body? It’s because I want them to.” Alfi shows an eerie face to Lembuswana. ”I am the Starless, a being that is loathed by his own world and anyone involved. It’s natural for you to loathe me, and you must not want me to forgive you, right? Then, I’ll let you be. Good luck, have fun.” Alfi walks leaving Lembuswana.

There was no signature. Only a drop of black blood stained the bottom of the parchment. Vaelspire Keep In The Arena Alaric stood beneath the open sky, surrounded by warriors in a circle of black sand. Before him was a feral, corrupted hybrid captured from the Outcast Packs. Over nine feet tall. Foaming at the mouth. Stripped of sanity. It was a test.

“I said, let her go.” The man studied her closely now, fascination replacing amusement. “Incredible,” he murmured. “You’re stronger than I expected. Untrained. Emotional. And still holding back.” “Who are you?” Lily demanded. He smiled and pulled back his hood. His face was human, too human, but his eyes glowed faintly violet, threaded with black veins that pulsed when Lily’s power flared. “My name is Alaric,” he said. “And I study evolution.” Derek pushed himself upright, blood at the corner of his mouth. “You’re a rogue mage.”