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The boys had no choice but to agree - Nathan was using his ‘Alpha voice’ that was terrifying, confident and intimidating. His reference to inside fierce claw Pack wolves meant his most trusted friends and consultants: Matt, Vinny, Alpha Victor and, obviously, selene . Alex and Lily would stay behind, as they were omegas and created a risk for the group, even if the two hard-willed women would argue otherwise.

"I'm Nolan, the Alpha of the Southern Emirates Pack. I'm the younger twin, I have a twin brother who is Alpha of the Northern Emirates." "Woww," I nodded several times. "Okay, we can just sit." I gestured to them, we ourselves. We dropped to our seats, the next thing to do was to pick up my phone. I tapped on Chrome and on the search button, my intention was to search for Alpha Nolan, I didn't add the pack to it, I just needed to verify this because all the general information about all the Alphas in the world could be found here in the internet.

"Lynne now belongs to Alpha Derron!" I arched a brow at the name, watching Lynne excitedly walk towards the Alpha who harshly grabbed her hair and dragged her away from the scene. Way to be gentlemen. Alpha Derron Fitcher, the Alpha of the third-largest pack in the world. Seeing him here, along with the other powerful Alphas, surprised me. This was good intel, actually.

I felt like slapping Gaya. “You rejected her even though I asked you not to.” He argued hotly. “You would prefer a slave girl who is no good to us over a girl from a respectable home? That is such a good choice.” I uttered, sarcasm dripping from my words. Gaya sighed, stretching himself from his corner in my head. “I understand the position you hold and how important it is, but that night with her was unforgettably good, you know that.” “Sadly, being the Alpha of the biggest pack requires finding a suitable Luna, which also requires finding a woman who means more than just good sex.” I retorted.

Ryn only heard her breathing and heartbeat, as if everything around her was inanimate. "He and his people went through the Wolfspring Forest and slaughtered many packs in the name of the Golden Moon Pack. He was a pathetic man obsessed with becoming an Alpha but never got his wish. Walter Gerard will never become an Alpha, despite killing thousands of Alphas in the world," Albert added with an intonation that conveyed deep emotion.

Now standing in front of them, she wished she had been prepared. Both alphas were tall and muscular, at least 6’8 each. The one on the left, who he guessed was the warrior twin, had long curly hair that went past his chin, messily tied up with tendrils falling down. He had a scar adorning his cheek and stern expression that made Anastasia want to immediately submit. He was wearing a hunters outfit, the layers thick and heavy yet a good portion of his solid chest was exposed. The other alpha, the leader, had shorter hair, resting at cheekbone length. He was wearing lighter layers but still excluded unimaginable strength from his stance and scent alone. They had the exact same look but looked

*** Alpha Mason strode toward the entrance of the nightclub, a popular hideout where upbeat music and mixed scents of sweat, booze, and wolves' pheromones filled the air. His phone was at his right ear, but Amber wasn’t answering. His jaw clenched in anger. Without another attempt, he stepped inside, his green eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted Elsa and Nate dancing together. He walked toward them, but two beautiful she-wolves stopped him, blocking his path. “Hey, handsome,” one mouthed, pressing a manicured hand to his chest. “Whoa, calm down, ladies, I’m gay. Can’t you see the color of my hair?” Alpha Mason said flatly, the sarcasm cutting like a claw.

I say, low and sharp, "you stay behind me. You do not shift. You do not run. Do you understand?" Nova nods instantly. Leo doesn't answer. But his feet plant wide and his chin lifts and that's answer enough. A figure steps through the gap. My lungs stop. He's bigger than I remember. Or maybe I'd let myself forget. Six-foot-five of barely-contained Alpha, standing in the gap of his own gate like he's daring the world to walk through it. Dark hair, messier than before. That jaw, Gods, that jaw, sharp enough to cut, hard enough to last forever. A charcoal henley, sleeves shoved to his elbows like confinement is a personal insult. Combat pants dusted with ash. Heavy boots planted like he's been w

Liberty POV Another Alpha. How does this keep happening to us Justice? We get so close and have it snatched away. What’s worse is the Black’s have a worse reputation than Kendrick. Everyone at home knows they are ruthless, their father fought the previous Alpha and tore his still beating heart clean from his chest. When he claimed the pack and added it to his own he trained his warriors to be nothing more than blood thirsty barbarians. Even rogues dare not step foot on Pine Lake territory. Now his twin sons have taken their place as joint Alpha’s, twins sharing a pack has never been heard of, Kendrick was always howling about how unnatural it is. How did I find myself here? Of all the places

Elder Crane kept glancing at the door like he was calculating an exit. Greedy, spineless, and collectively worth less than the chairs they're sitting in, I thought pleasantly. ‘But smart.’ "Alpha Mooncrest." Dorian again. The man had the persistence of a bad smell. "The eastern border expansion would double your….." "Yes." He blinked. "Yes, you agree or…." "Continue." He continued. I went back to not listening. My mind did what it had been doing for four months without my permission. Dropped straight back to that night, the moment still lived rent free in my fuckkng head.