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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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Seems like talking to the Alpha all a lone was beginning to get into her tiny thick scull. But then his hope was raised just when his hands were about to open the door. "The next time you talk rudely to my Beta, I'll kick you out of here myself." "Serves her right." Killian muttered to himself before he left. "Oops, what are these?" Her eyebrows shot up questioningly. "None of your business, now start with why you're here." Alex sounded stern as he began gathering the scattered pictures without throwing a glance at her. Just when he was about to gather the last photo, it floated in the air and finally rested on the floor.

“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.

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.

He asked, fuming. The color of his face was almost matching his hair as he glared at me. Damn it! The forest! There's definitely no way they wouldn't know I was from the Red moon pack since they could tell which exact location of the forest I came out of. "So...What is the name of your pack? If I remember clearly, there's a total of four to five packs around that forest, Red moon been the most vicious and largest. So, which is yours?" My crush, Alpha Alasdair as I've come to learn, inquired, staring at me with those dangerously blue orbs of his. I couldn't help but get sucked into them.

Alpha 2: Of course, we are already connected to them even though they are not yet crowned. Alpha 3: We cannot deny that they are indeed royals. Alpha 4: The prophecy is accurate. These four Alpha who are having a conversation are the second, third, fourth, and fifth best leaders in the country. While the other Alpha and Luna's kept on whispering, talking about the new King and Queen after a hundred years. Clara's POV

as the Alpha’s words sunk in Mj watched as Billy, Curtis, Matty, and Joel all fell to one knee and clenched a fist over their hearts before dropping their heads to side as their loyal show of submission for their Alpha. Azreal clapped his hands, “very well, Dante, Mj please be on your way I will not hold anymore of your time, as for the four of you I think we should all visit my private garden in the south wing of the packhouse...I hold some of the most deadly plants known to wolf and human alike.” Dante chuckled as he turned Mj away from the Alpha and began walking her toward the packhouse.

"Your claim has been nullified. She belongs with the Blackwood Pack now." Alpha Foster snatched up the papers, scanning them before his face twisted with rage. With a roar, he tore the documents to shreds, the pieces fluttering to the marble floor like confetti. "This isn't real," he snarled. "You've forged these documents. The Council would never—" "Call them," Alex challenged. "See what they say." Alpha Foster lunged forward suddenly, reaching for my arm. "You're coming home with me now," he growled, attempting to use his Alpha command on me.

Rain had turned Silverpine Town slick and dark by the time I left Blackthorn Keep. I only wanted distance from the council hall and the sound of Kane’s voice saying I was not the woman he wanted. Instead, I turned into the market and found a stall crowded three people deep. A merchant was waving charcoal sketches over his head. “The Alpha and his Luna,” he called. “Last copies. If you miss this batch, don’t blame me.” I took one from his hand before I knew what I was doing.