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Once dressed, the alpha turned to face me and gestured for me to approach. “Your mission,” he began, leaning forward, “is to infiltrate the Howle Wulf pack. You will be posing as a maid among newly bought servants. Your job is to gather intelligence on their strategies and weaknesses.” He said. I blinked, trying to process the meaning of his words. “Infiltrate the Howle Wulf pack?” “Yes,” Alpha Zodd confirmed. “As a maid. You must blend in completely. Do not draw any attention to yourself or your true identity. You are to observe and report back with any useful information.” He explained.

Even the air felt heavier, thick with unspoken judgment. “Did you feel that?” “No omega smells like that unless..” “Impossible. The Alpha’s...” Kyrian kept his head down, fingers clenched around the basket of herbs he carried. His chest ached with every step, the bond dull but wounded, like something alive that had learned to stop screaming because no one listened. He passed a group of omegas near the washing basins. They fell silent as he approached. One of them young, barely more than a boy looked at him with something like awe.

and then it was time to admit, "we are werewolves." Upon hearing that, Logan covered his lips in shock. He could see right through the absurdity of it all. A tail, snout, and sharp teeth, and his ultra-acute hearing. Outside of animals, who could possess a tail? It took him a few minutes to come out of this shock. Rae waited for a few seconds before he continued. "There is a caste difference between your mother and I. I am the alpha while Ava is an omega." "Like the wolves, the alpha?" Afterwards, the youngster recalled the bedtime stories I had read to him. Stories about werewolves, in which the dominant character was always the strongest and occasionally the most vicious. It all seemed to

I froze, expecting the Beta to join in their cruelty, or worse, to deliver a punishment for causing a commotion. Rhys stopped directly in front of the Omega who had shoved me. His large hand closed around her chin, forcing her head up. The snarky smile never left his lips, but his amber eyes were suddenly hard, predatory. “Listen, little mouse,” he said, his voice dropping to a fierce snarl. “That particular piece of dirt is currently property of the Alpha.” He punctuated the word property with a slight, warning shake of her head. “The Alpha does not like his things damaged. If I catch any of you so much as looking at her with disrespect, Kael won’t skin you. I will. Now scatter.”

The rich aroma of freshly brewed tea assaulted my nostrils. Switching off the blow dryer, I dropped it on the nightstand. I couldn't afford any distractions right now. I needed to find Braveheart as soon as possible. Striding into my enormous walk-in closet, I scanned the racks of alpha robes and formal wear, searching for the perfect outfit to address my pack members this morning. The loud clamor from outside told me they were already gathering. As my hand landed on a sleek black robe, I felt Carol's arms snake around my bare torso from behind. Her hands stroked my chest in small circles as her breath tickled my neck.

I couldn't even wake him and question him, he was far beyond me. I ran to the closet immediately and pulled out one of the shirts, and on turning to put it on, a firm grip held me from the back. "You didn't tell me that you're a thief." His baritone voice came, sending cold shivers down my spine. I stood transfixed at the spot, shutting my eyes in fear. The Alpha just caught me trying to steal his shirt. He pulled me towards him, caressing my neckline, and his hands running down in between my cleavages.

It had been hard to get out of the spray of scalding water, but my skin would be raw if I scrubbed it any longer. After his shower, Apollo had dressed business casual in all black, and the button-down dress shirt and dark slacks fit his tall and muscled frame so well I had a difficult time looking at anything other than him. There was a dimple in his cheek that told me he was trying to hide a smirk. The Alpha knew I was eye-fucking him, and he loved it. "If you don't mind, I picked something out for you." Mirth danced in his eyes, and I bit my tongue to hold in a smart remark.

My sister attempted to follow us, but Carlos growled firmly, “I mean him no harm.” Juliet scoffed ready to fight tooth and nail for me, but I was quick to assure her I would be back shortly, before I let the domineering drop-dead gorgeous and newly appointed Alpha drag him to his room. Luckily, everyone was in the arena enjoying the party, so no one saw the shocking behavior from their Alpha. I am sure it would have sent many tongues wagging.

"Depends on the details. I need to review their proposals first." We head upstairs to get ready. The bathroom fills with steam as I shower, hot water cascading over my shoulders and washing away the last traces of sleep. I change into jeans and a nice sweater—soft cashmere that feels like a hug. Timothy dresses in his usual Alpha attire: dark pants that fit perfectly and a crisp button-down shirt in charcoal gray. "You look official," I observe, admiring how the clothes transform him from my fiancé into the Alpha. "I feel official," Timothy says, adjusting his collar with careful fingers. "Sometimes I still can't believe I'm actually Alpha."

“You heard that, right?” “Step aside,” Darrell warned. “No.” He took a step closer to Alex. "I said move out of my way." "Not a chance." Alex's voice was calm but firm, his eyes never leaving Darrell's face. Darrell, who was already burning with rage let out a soft growl as his left finger casually roamed over the signet ring on his right hand, and my stomach dropped at the sight of it. That’s the signet that all Supreme Alphas wore as a symbol of their authority. It wasn't just jewelry—it’s imbued with power that could force obedience from lower-ranking wolves or even an Alpha.