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“Alpha, she is our Luna. I cannot–” “Cannot what? You want to be locked up with her?” Asher said, his wolf slipping out. The atmosphere in the room filled thick with his Alpha energy. Mason bared his neck in submission. Asher gave me one final look, his jaw ticking in anger as he saw me still staring at him. I had never felt the urge to submit to him, but today, I lowered my head. Just so he would get out of my face. He clicked his tongue and stormed out. “Insolent bitch.”

We never expected to be attacked by a six-foot, two hundred, pound psycho ex-girlfriend-wolf, or the constant fear for our lives. “Dad, they want to know about the wolves.” He pursed his lips, his face tensed. He exhaled and spoke, his voice rigid, “I suppose you deserve the truth.” He sat upright in his chair. “The guys’ part of the history, they’ll have to tell you. I’ll just tell you as much as I know.” We went quiet, waiting for the stories to begin. “Ash is Alpha, the original werewolf. I never bothered to ask him how, but all I know is he wasn’t bitten.”

The car was a traditional Limo but with this much testosterone wedged into one place, it might as well have been a clown car. “Hey, take it easy big guy,” the driver chimed in. The giant seemed to listen to him. He relaxed a little. “Sorry, we are super protective of our Alpha, she is the best Alpha anyone could ever hope for. She is smart, fair, and hot as hell,” he said looking in the mirror and meeting Chase’s eyes. “By the way, I’m Wade, I am a sergeant in the Alpha’s guard, that big guy back there is Goliath. He’s a border guard. Anyway, back to our Alpha, I swear I would kill to be her mate.”

Others just called me “Debt Girl.” I was grabbing a tray from one of the side tables when he walked in. Asher. The future Alpha. The pack’s golden heir. Six-foot-five, charming smile, and sharp tongue. The kind of guy who kissed one girl in a rooftop jacuzzi and slapped me across the face when I tripped and spilled coffee on his designer shoes. My wolf should’ve hated him, because he’s wicked and mean as hell. But she didn’t, I don’t know why. Maybe because he’s handsome in a way that makes you look twice even when you hate yourself for it.

One afternoon, at lunch in the company cafeteria, I heard my colleagues gossiping. "Did you hear? The leader of the werewolf pack up north has made his return. His name is Ethan. I heard once he returned, he was so brutal that he dealt with all the traitors who poisoned him. He is now the strongest Alpha King." My spoon stopped halfway and my heart started to speed up. "What did you say his name is?" "Ethan," my colleague said. "He's ridiculously handsome. There are pictures online, look."

Wayne's economic sanctions caused quite a stir, but the panic and pleas from the Azure Pack that he had expected never came. Instead, what Wayne got was a completely unexpected outcome. Lucas Quayle, the Alpha of the Sunfire Pack who had always maintained close ties with the Azure Pack, traveled day and night to arrive at the Azure Pack. I reunited with this Sunfire Alpha in my father's study. Looking at the tall, handsome werewolf in front of me, I felt an instinctive sense of closeness and an unreserved sense of safety.

The white magic was still eating away at his flesh. "She is strong," Thorne rasped. A figure stepped out of the shadows. It was Beta Marcus. "Is it done?" Marcus asked nervously. " is the Alpha dead?" Thorne lashed out. He backhanded Marcus across the face. Marcus flew into a tree and crumpled. "You did not tell me she was a Royal," Thorne roared. "I didn't know!" Marcus whimpered. "Nobody knew!" Thorne looked back toward the cottage. "The Alpha lives," Thorne said. "She healed him. I saw the flash of the bond. They are connected now."

While she does that, I untie her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders in waves. With a smile, she twirls her fingers at me. Telling me to turn around. I do with a sigh, and she starts to braid my hair. "So, what was up with you and that girl earlier?" I shrug, but Rylan won't take that as an answer. I sigh and catch her looking at me in the mirror. "I don't even know. She tried to shoulder me, for looking at her Alpha." Rylan snorts. "Everyone was looking at her Alpha... I mean, hello!! He is an Alpha. Everyone is going to look at him." She ties the braid and looks at her handiwork. I roll my eyes, but can't help but laugh.

Asher’s breath hitched, and I could feel something stirring inside me, something powerful and beyond our explanation clicking into place. “Mate,” Asher said, sounding almost dazed as he caressed my face with his knuckles. “Now what?” I asked, my voice just as unrecognizable, heavy with need as was his. “Now…there is something I am going to do that I am going to regret tomorrow. I apologize in advance. An Alpha never breaks his promise but…I can’t help it,”

“Oh, Alpha. That was the weakest defense mechanism I have ever seen in all my life, I’m embarrassed for you.” “Shut. Up.” I stormed back to the palace, my boots in hand, sneaking back in the palace like a fugitive. When I got to my room, I slammed the door and threw myself on the bed. My whole body was buzzing, humming with… what? Lust? Shame? Rage? Leslie wouldn’t shut up. “That was so hot.” “It was a mistake,” I defended. “You liked it.” “I’m disgusted.” “You want more.” I threw a pillow at the wall. “I am the Alpha. I do not want anything from a cursed slave.”