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“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

Lilith’s POV “What you’re saying is complete madness! I’m sorry Lilith we really are. You’ve walked our Pack; you’ve met out soldiers. You know we wouldn’t stand a chance against Alaric and Benjamin’s packs.” “Don’t forget his other allies.” “Please let me finish before you make your final decision. Neither Mykel nor myself would be asking if we thought for a second we would lose. We have Alpha Dante and Spring Haven joining us tomorrow along with his new mate who also happens to be a Blood Witch. As for the Delamere Forest Pack I have accepted my title as their Alpha and in doing so ended all alliances with Blood Moon. I will be heading there tomorrow night ready to lead them the next day.

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

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Melissa didn't even know she was playing with fire. "But Alpha, her ideas were found the best and her prospects for the business are seen as one that could yield adequate results by the panel that interviewed her." The wolf on the other end said. He had called Alex Alpha because he was a werewolf. In this community, werewolves worked together with humans in their offices without the humans even noticing. "I demand that she be removed. If it's possible, let her be the best nominee only on the papers but offer her no contract and no award." Alexander said while wrinkling his nose in disgust because the person waiting at the door kept pressing the doorbell.

There were too many leaders trying to call the shots. “That’s not all,” Matty said, drawing me from my thoughts. “There’s evidence that witches are working with them too,” he added. This is worse than I thought. What could they possibly be planning? “Shit. This is not good. Was there anything else?” I asked. “No, but Alpha Samuel was practically pleading for some help to protect his border and pack,” Matty stated. “I’m going to set up an alpha meeting. We can get some of the bigger packs to help the smaller ones.” I replied, and he nodded.

“Do you want me to carry you into the car in front of the entire pack?” The command in his voice made my body freeze. Alpha’s authority wasn’t something a she-wolf could defy, no matter how much she wanted to. Jaw tight, I climbed into the car. He didn’t look at me. Instead, he handed me a thick catalog. “You’ve been unstable lately. Haven’t you always liked collecting things? There’s an auction today. I’m taking you.” I flipped through the glossy pages, detached, until my eyes landed on one photo. My breath caught.

“Jasper, we can't choose Luther as the Alpha King. He's literally a walking red flag. Scarlet might die!” Jasper ignored her. His eyes were on mine. “By tradition, Luther is meant to be the next Alpha King. And nothing will stop him, not even you, Scarlet,” Jasper leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were set. “Are you in or are you out?” I fisted my hands at my sides. “I'm all in.” I felt like a chicken being led to the slaughter house but instead of fighting for freedom, I volunteered my death.

“Then what is it like because it certainly seems like something.” “She’s human Taylor and I’m an alpha. No matter what bond we have , our pack members won’t accept her, she’s weak and fragile, I can’t have her as my weakness.” His voice cracked. I could feel the pain in his voice, his distance with Daniella is also affecting him so badly. “You’re the alpha Rider, I won’t tell you not to think of the pack, but also think about yourself. We only have one mate in our life unless the Moon goddess decides to give you a second chance mate.” I paused, trying to ensure he’s listening to me.

Sabastian Belmount, the current Alpha of the New Haven pack, sits at his desk going over the papers of the new arrival to their pack. He had given the task to his Beta, Shane, who seems to have other things on his mind. Sabastian signs the bottom of both contracts in black ink, rolls them up before tying them with a red string, then burning them in the green flames of the hearth. He watches as the ash blows in the sudden yet gentle breeze. A sign that the gods and fates have accepted the recent additions to the pack and will hold them to their oath.