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Jesus, this guy is ripped. “Oh, apologies,” Roman says and then dashes to the bathroom and comes back out with a towel around him. “Time for proper introductions, Leo. I am Alpha King Roman and this is my wife, Luna Queen Anna. You have met Princess Elise. We are the royal family of the Northern Territories.” He walks back to the table and I follow him, still unsure of what I just witnessed.

A smile tugged at the corners of Valtor’s lips as he stood, his earlier tension dissipating in an instant. “Remus,” Valtor greeted, his voice warm with the familiarity of shared history. He gestured to the chairs around the table, his expression one of genuine happiness. “It’s been too long, my friend. What brings you here unannounced?” Remus chuckled, stepping further into the room with the kind of confident stride that only an alpha could possess. At his side was his son, a young man whose presence radiated the same strength and leadership that his father exuded. The son, Alpha Dorian, stood silently, his eyes scanning the room with the quiet intensity of someone who had seen more battles

Bjorn chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender. I sat in between Mama and Vulcan, Denu on mothers other side and Bjorn and two other men on his other side. Both of whom I recognise from the day they came to the pack. The one they called Hector and Dak, both generals to my mate. I also learnt that Bjorn is the commander of the army, meaning he is Vulcan’s second in command. Poor Rain sits hanging on Bjorn’s every word like a love sick puppy, while her mother and Morgana look like they are plotting something.

Cheng chuckled softly “Cheng how did you end up here” Roman asked again “How did you two know Bernard?” Cheng asked back, Roman showed Cheng the number on his neck and Lucas did the same “You are just like me and you too” Cheng quickly identified his lab mates, or isn’t that what they were even if they’ve never met “I’m an Alpha werewolf and he’s a chimera” Roman explained further “What are you?” Lucas asked “I don’t know…. Bernard wanted me to become his beast but I obviously didn’t qualify and now I’m somehow here” Cheng shrugged

"You won't lose me. I'm not going anywhere." He kissed my forehead. "Then neither am I." --- The dissenters came to the hall that evening. They stood at the entrance, their faces hard, their bodies tense. There were a dozen of them—wolves I recognized, wolves who had fought beside Stellan, wolves who had bled for the pack. And at their head, a wolf I knew. Bjorn. He was old, older than most, his fur silver, his eyes pale. He had been Stellan's father's Beta, had served the pack for decades, had watched the North Star wolves rise and fall and rise again.

"I like you Romulus. you're quiet a handful, and I admire your courage. Not everybody would sit comfortably before me with a stupid grin on their face and speak to me." "I do know, as a matter of fact, sire." Romulus's voice steadied, the laughter thinning to reveal something sharper underneath — a blade that had been sheathed inside the joke the whole time. "I know you're a White Giant. The most powerful Alpha in recorded Crescent history. A wolf the moon didn't just choose —" his eyes opened, fixed, and did not blink "— she fought for." He held the silence for exactly one second. "You are conflicted on the inside, and I know you lost your pregnant Luna." The smile didn't move. The eyes did

"Very well then, let me look into it. But I would have suggested the Misty pack not the Red Sun." "I will wait on you Alpha." Ivan said. "Right. Mik, Divine and Orion, can I see you privately." Alpha Romulus said. Pop-pop, how are you?" Divine asked as he and Mik sat on either side. "I'm fine my sons. Getting old is not as glamorous as they tell you." They all laughed. "You know we will be there for you." "Did you know that Quentin was meant to be my heir?" Romulus said with sad eyes but a smile on his lips.

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

"He's the only reason I'm here." The amber-eyed man stepped into the light. He was massive, his muscles corded like steel cables under skin that seemed too tight for his frame. This was **Commander Valerius**, the Alpha of the Northern Sector. In the 2026 that had been hidden from us, the "Government" had collapsed into a hierarchy of strength. The Aethel-Corp hadn't just been dreaming for the masses; they had been suppressing the **Shift**.