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He challenged his father for the title and that same day made my mother his Luna. “Right so that only leaves you Alpha Benjamin. Do you wish to remain with the alliances you have or add to them?” I kept my voice void of emotion. He knew I didn’t like him as did several others present, however I had to remain in control, well at least until we were wrapped up here. “I would certainly like to add. Firstly, Alpha Alaric, I accept your offering and agree to aid and assist you and your pack should the need ever arise. It pleases me greatly to align my Delamere Forest Pack with you and The Blood Moon Pack”

“You’re asking me to let her go? To leave her and her sister out of it? Not a chance. You know the rules. This is how it has to be.” Damien, his face etched with a mixture of desperation and anguish, pleaded with his former friend. “We can settle this between us, man to man.” Alfred’s eyes narrowed, his grip on the gun tightening. “You think I’m going to fall for that old trick? We’re far past the days when we were best friends, Damien. We’re knee-deep in this mafia business now, and blood has been spilled. Brenda and her sister are collateral are now.” “Well why don’t you then fight me like a man, like we were taught, don’t be a coward.”

Tonight they had an auction to attend. Liam approached the men, they were four and all dressed in black except for the female on red. They were all wolves and belonged to the blood stone park which Liam is dominantly the Alpha of. The first man, short and with a stone faced expression and a bald head is Stefan Cambridge, he worked for a phillipino drug lord and attended these meetings on his behalf. The second a man of average height with short cropped hair and a smiling face, is Bob Frank, the owner of a small scale drug business that has sent many young kids to the rehabilitation center.

I said in a gutteral voice and Matteo visibly shivered, "You've got some guts." Matteo flinched, but he wasn’t done. "You have a duty to this pack, Alpha Luca. To the Mafia. A human mate weakens our standing. She’s already caused division among us!" " Yeah! The ranks are already " Enzo was also getting some guts to speak to me. I slammed my glass onto the table. "Enough." They all went silent. I leaned against my desk, fingers curling around the edges. "Do you think I don’t know what’s at stake?" My voice was calm, but laced with venom.

"You're only hiding the truth about that man's real identity. He's not just an Alpha but a bloody Mafia. How about being honest with me, my lovely Anna." "And you think if he's really into that dirty life he won't have discovered my disease by now? Grow up, Damian," I scoffed. "I know my Alpha by now, Damian. If he sets his mind on something, then he'll make sure he gets to the bottom of it. If he's a Mafia like you think, then by now you and Casey wouldn't be sitting here with us. I bet he'd have cleared you both in an instant," I bragged, feeling proud of my man.

Perhaps peace could reign but that was until he murdered Kya. By he, I mean Johan Riverton the reigning Alpha of Riverton pack. My father's greatest enemy and now mine. "Prepare your men." I said to Demitri when I finally had Kya's ashes in a Urn handed to me. Over here, it is tradition to back the pyre when the ashes are being gathered, like I did until it was put in an urn. "Alpha?" Demitri asked, following me closely as we made our way to my waiting carriage.

Alpha. What she used to fear now became what she craved the most. A fucking Alpha that would fuck the life out of her. The pheromone smelled like something dark and powerful. Like tobacco, maybe. Her nose had gotten hypersensitive, and it was easy for her to detect where the heavenly relief was coming from. The first room on the left. She didn't hesitate and crawled forward like her life depended on it. The door was unlocked. She went in. She didn't notice the state of the room — the expensive wine on the table, the balloon, the red carpet, the cake or the roses on the table.

“Or mine.” Agle's face visibly paled. “Blodcard, you have to not forget who rules the Mafia world.” Jaxon reminded, watching the color further leave his face. “Please! Please sir.” He had almost forgotten about the man on his knees till he spoke. “My daughter has cancer and I need to find money for her treatment! I'm all she has and she's all I have.” Agle ignored that, turning to one of his men. “Tell Kai to leave her alone. Now!” He was starting to tremble. “A-And get Ellen out of that house! D-Don’t use any man. Get her out. Now!”

"And you honestly believe a nameless female from the outer wastes can fix the neural damage of a dark alpha?" I look at Amara's face and force a calm, professional smile onto my lips, though my gut twists with a strange flash of pity. She looks so young, so entirely oblivious to the rot sitting right next to her. Looking at her is like looking into a mirror of myself four years ago—completely blinded by the pretty words of a predatory liar. It is a tragedy that such a high-born wolf is going to have her life completely systematically destroyed by a spineless worm like Kofi Mensah. Kofi steps forward, his eyes flashing with lethal venom as he glares at me. "What kind of game are you playing,

It is the only way to save Whitemane. I am so sorry, my girl. My hands trembled as I read it again, as if the words might change. They didn’t. I had no memory of an arranged marriage. Nothing. Everyone knew Alpha Damon of the Madfang Pack. The stories about his brutality were what parents used to scare pups into obedience. He took no allies, showed zero mercy, and anyone who crossed his borders never came back. He wasn’t a savior. He was the kind of monster you learned to avoid at all costs.