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He had short wavy hair and a huge tattoo of a wolf on the back of his neck. "Where is he taking him?" I whispered at Devin when the men were out of the room. "For pledging, it's nothing, it only hurts a little." Devin shrugged. "Hurts??" I widened my eyes. "You'll be fine," he chuckled at me. "Alright if you say so." I sighed. The men were out in less than five minutes. "Alright, it's your turn miss." Alpha Shepherd beckoned at me. I looked at Ryan with worried eyes.

“Alpha!” “I have questions,” I said, moving straight to him. Peter stayed behind, nearer the door to the backroom, guarding it, though I was sure he would back me up if I needed him to. “You have answers.” The merchant squirmed. “I don’t know why you would think that Alpha…” “You sell wolfsbane here,” I said. I didn’t appreciate being lied to and I allowed my annoyance to be clear in my tone. “Yes, but it’s all very above-board. I keep records, and I submit them like everyone else.”

I recognized the lady speaking as the owner of one of the most prestigious boutiques in the city. "The alpha called and asked us to help you, the female beta, and the female gamma get ready for tonight's soirée," she said with a sweet smile. "Assistance? Aaron did this?" I couldn't believe it. I had never been to a salon to cut my hair. Montana had been doing it since I was a child. This was all new to me. "Alpha Aaron wanted you to be pampered tonight. He said only the best for his mate," Emma said as she guided me to a chair in front of a Hollywood-style dresser.

“I'm sorry, we can't. The Alpha gave us strict orders. We are to make sure you don't leave the pack house till he returns.” “And I'm ordering you to leave,” I growled. “I only take orders from the Alpha. Not you.” My eyes burned as I glared at him. I could swipe his neck clean of his head right now in a heartbeat. “What's your name, wolf?” I asked instead. “Warren, sire. At your service,” he made a low bow. I smirked, turning around and clicking the door shut. He wasn't worth my time. He was just following orders.

Probably nothing. Together, in the same two-week window, right after a visible Alpha transition: my neck prickles. I mark the report and set it aside. There's a knock at the door. "Come in." Warren enters, two mugs of coffee in hand, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel. He sets one in front of me without being asked, which I appreciate. One of the underrated things about Warren as a Beta is that he reads a room before he opens his mouth.

“If I were you, Alpha, I’d plan to give Yara complete control over the hospital. It’s what I’ve done in my pack and we’re thriving because of it.” “Well, I’m guessing that your pack wasn’t in the terrible shape that mine’s in,” he says. “I was caught in a bear trap just over a week ago,” Warren tells him. Alpha Harold stops, turning to look at Warren’s legs. “How are you walking?” “Yara. She’s that good. Trust me, you and your warriors will be thankful that you did.” He looks at me again, then nods before we start walking again. “So, where is your infection, Alpha?” I ask, although I’m already pretty sure I know. He’s limping. He’s trying to hide it, but it looks like it’s on his right side.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

Before I knew it, Danny was cleaning me up for the last time. "Alright, Lady Maggie, all done," Danny tells me. "You can see it in the mirrors over there." He said, pointing to the next bay. "Maggie, it's gorgeous," Anna tells me, standing up to get a better look. Jake doesn't release my hand. Instead, he pulls me to my feet and leads me to the mirrors. I could hardly believe what Wesly and Danny had turned the Alpha's mark into. I couldn't stop the tears that flowed. "I agree," Jake tells me from behind. "It is befitting of you and sexy as hell."

If we blink too long, it will be too late. On the way down to the salon, I show Maya pictures of hairstyles on my phone, but she says no to all of them. “Hello Alpha!” The head of the packhouse salon greets us and squats down to introduce herself to Maya. “This must be Maya! It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Annie.” “You’re pretty.” Maya holds onto my leg and gives Annie the shy treatment.