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The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

The transporter confirmed the ship departs at noon. If I knew my first shift would be hell and would take so long, I would have waited until I arrived in the human world. Aside from catching up with my ship, my next problem is how Nana turned out an Alpha wolf. I’m a born-and-raised Beta. The same goes for my siblings and parents; we don’t have Alpha blood in our lineage. The only Alphas are the Brooks and Ryders’ household—the most powerful families in the whole of the werewolf clan. Cruel monsters and the nemesis of every pack they rule.

A name echoes from the depths, not my own, a title spoken in whispers and screams by a thousand voices: The World-Ender. And beneath the title, a single, coherent memory slams into me with the force of a freight train. I’m standing over the ruins of a different city, a different Instance, my hands dripping with something that isn’t blood, looking at a man with familiar, wary eyes. Liam Reed. He’s saying my name—my real name—and his voice is the only anchor in a world coming apart. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping on my knees in the white nothingness. But it left something behind. A scent. Not ozone, but something wilder. Pine and frost and furious, untamed power.

Heidi quickly left the room, closing the door behind her, and effectively locking me in the room alone with him. From what I had read, Alphas are possessive, power hungry assholes. They always bent people to their will, whether it be by force or manipulation, absolute control was always their goal. They were animals in every sense of the word. Predators! Always fighting for control, for power, for submission. I was never one to be submissive. I was never one to bow down to anybody, let alone this ass hat. But I had to get through one year of being here. I had to keep up the pretense and live out this lie. I had to do this so that I could go home to my family! "Haven Holbrook," he suddenly sa

Alex looked over to where Ash was looking and saw four people. One was a long, black-haired female with good style who looked older and clearly was an alpha. And an arm was wrapped around her by a man who is clearly his mate, and he is also Alpha. Next to them was a boy who was like a teenager's kid and was also an Alpha. He was holding hands with a pretty lady with brown, shaggy hair and glasses. She was a beta. He saw the four of them make their way towards a table. Alex looked over at Ash and grabbed his hand gently as he led them to the table his siblings were at with their drinks in their free hands.

She rips the heels off and growls under her breath. "Why does height have to be so painful?" I laugh and she sends me a death glare. "How are you still wearing yours?" She asks, exasperated. "Well, for one the pack is a few minutes away, and I have gotten used to them." That last one is a lie, but being the next Alpha, I have to keep up the allusion of nothing getting to me. And nothing includes a measly pair of heels. My ears perk toward the open front doors, my nose twitching as the scent of a large group of werewolves floods toward us. Rylan grumbles, but straps her feet back into the heels. I turn toward the door, and wait.

He set his cup down on the ledge and exhaled — long and heavy, like he was setting something down along with it. "Isabeau's cocktail had me, though. Whatever that woman puts in those drinks—" he muttered, then caught himself and moved on. "Anyway." He straightened. "It's not public, not announced, not on any Crescent record. But my mother is right." He looked at Anna directly. "I'm Alpha of Alphas, it's a divine title — not inherited, not voted on, gifted. Chosen by something older than any of us." The words settled over Anna heavy. Everything she'd ever heard as myth, as legend, as bedtime stories told to frighten and fascinate — it was real, all of it, standing right in front of her with a

He skimmed his fingers across the books there, but he stopped abruptly, obviously not finding what he was looking for. "What is that, Anthony?" He heard Melvina ask. "I'm looking for a book." He replied, turning around, while gazing around the room. His eyes fell on the books close to the bed. "What are you doing with a book? Now is not the time to goof around with books. You should be thinking of how to locate your brother's mate." Alpha Peter said, even as his face has scrunched up as he had pronounced mate. He was still having a hard time accepting the redhead as his son's mate.

Zane kept the questions coming in anger. "But, when I brought the idea, you were not exactly opposed to it, I thought it would benefit us and prevent us from losing more men." Ivan explained. Hot fumes could be seen literally coming out of Zane's ears, and Bianca stifled a laugh. "Who is the alpha?" Zane asked his beta. "You, alpha, it's you." Moonshine's beta sighed "That's right, and I don't remember giving orders to you." Having multiple failures in a day will do that to even the most confident alpha.

Fireflies flew around us, lighting up our path. “You look beautiful, Luna.” “You look handsome, Alpha.” He leans forward, something I think he loves doing now because he constantly does it, and kisses my forehead. Everyone settles and stretches their hand to the moon. “Do you Alonso accepted the role of Alpha of the Blue Ridge pack.” “I do.” Do you promise to do your duty as Alpha, to care, teach and love each member good or bad as you own?” “I do.” Alonso takes the knife and cuts into his palm, squeezing some blood into the fire. It looks painful.