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a sweet voice recited from behind Quest as she approached the hoard of people. They all reek of the earth, I thought as my sinuses flared. “The wolves of the O’Cennik tribe greet you,” Coen’s voice recited from the far side of the room. I glanced over to where the older Alpha was standing, he stood out amongst the crows as his white cloak embraced his broad shoulders and graced the stone floor that he stood upon. His greying hair was slicked back as he bowed his head to the tall figure that approached him, I shifted my attention to the approaching woman and was taken aback by her radiant appearance.

Damien stood slowly and crossed to the railing, leaning against it, staring into the woods. “You can rest now,” he said without looking at her. “You don’t need to keep fighting every minute. You’re safe here. For as long as you need.” Her throat tightened. “And what if Margaret disagrees?” He finally turned, and the moonlight made his eyes look almost gold. “I am the Alpha,” he said. “Even she will fall in line.” His voice was low but absolute. There was no room for argument. Ryleigh stood, unsure what she was doing, but compelled by some invisible pull. She walked to the railing beside him, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

Amelia's heart clenched as she saw her pack members beginning to tire, their defenses crumbling under the relentless assault. Just as despair threatened to consume her, a voice cut through the chaos. "Amelia, look out!" In that split second, time seemed to slow. Amelia turned and saw the rogue alpha charging towards her, his snarling mouth filled with razor-sharp fangs. She barely had time to react as his jaws closed around her arm, searing pain shooting through her.

And the journey continued. Lila couldn't control the smile on her face, she could see land some distance away. At long last, she was going to get off the ship and meet people. She was expectant since she met Rem, he was nothing but nice to her, which meant that other lycans were. An hour later, the ship stopped, and she watched Rem throw the anchor into the sea. She looked around but could only the forest. Do lycans live in forests? They were wolves after all.

"They say he is a high-ranking Alpha. The traitors used some special poison made from Wolfsbane to make him lose his memory. Now that he remembers everything, he's terrifyingly brutal. A lot of packs are scared of him." My mind went blank. So, he was not just some ordinary leader. He was the Alpha King. Someone that strong, that important… Could he still remember a human like me? Would he really come back for me? Lisa sighed when she saw how spaced out I was. "Now that you know you two are from different worlds. Stop waiting." I did not answer, but I could feel the chill spread out in my chest. I remembered how he did chores in my apartment, how he protected me, how he had said that I was th

She found a leftover ham dinner in the fridge and ate it cold, leaning against the kitchen island. Loriann sat across the counter and just stared at her. How could she not submit? No one had the power to resist a direct order from the alpha. No one but…another alpha. She knew Willow was now the alpha of her clan but to have the power to be alpha of a pack? How? She wasn't even a pureblood. "What are you planning on doing then?" Loriann asked her, as Willow tore off large chunks of ham with her teeth.

She waves her hand dismissively towards the library area. I nod and head over there without another word. Not sure I could keep my cool if she launched any more rudeness in my direction. I am sorting books for a couple of hours, trying to keep my mind off Trent, when I see Alpha John come in and talk to Heather. They are all smiles, and something just seems off. He looks over in my direction and starts stalking over. My stomach turns. "Hey Amara, I didn't realize you were a part of the refugee efforts."

She looked at the window and braced herself—she would do anything if pushed. "So..." Era took a breath. She pulled back the blanket, then looked at each of them. "...who are you really? Where am I? Are you Mosha's people?" Oscar blinked. "Mosha? Who is Mosha?" Era gaped. Oscar's confusion made her wonder. But a moment later there was an answer. "As far as I know, Alpha, he is a mafioso in the village of Avaluna. He controls the nightclubs, the illegal drug trade and some other things there."

She closed her eyes and let Damascus finish cleaning her wound. "Wolves," Damascus said matter of fact. So, it appeared that word had been sent to the Alpha, Amara thought. Her life was now sought after. Amara felt a pit in her stomach and along with the nausea, she rolled over and Damascus held the bowl out to Amara as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Amara hated to look so weak, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. "Sorry," Amara said quietly as she laid back down on the day bed.

Prologue Amarantha's POV "Claim me..." I whispered breathlessly. "As you wish, human..." He started to deepen the kiss. My resolve had been shaken unbeknownst to his majesty. The heat I am feeling was too overwhelming that with his every touch, I moan. I lose control. "Take me now..." I moaned again. "Take whatever's left of me. Love me, my cursed Alpha..." ~~~~~ Chapter 1 Amarantha's POV