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He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

River replied. "Good point but probably not a good start so let's take it from the beginning. My name is Alexander Adam Auroras, the alpha of a werewolf pack called the Northern lights walkers pack. We originate from Stockholm and never left since the pack was built by my great-grandfather. We are now at the pack house, the place where the alpha and the highest ranks live. And I think you are my mate and luna," I said, and her eyes widened at my words. "I'm sorry but what drugs are you on right now? Wow, this shit must be expensive as fuck," she said laughing. I gave her my most serious look despite Atlas who was laughing his ass off. "Oh, you're being serious?" she said.

‘A pile of war strategy books’ to be precise. ‘Could you be any more pathetic and boring? Your fate changes to one filled with luxury and the only thing you can think of is boring books,’ Aria, my coldhearted werewolf chides as I flip through the biography of the first Alpha of the Red Moon Pack even though it is written in ancient Werewolf language and very difficult to read as the alphabets look like runes. “These books are more fun to me than romance books,” I defend with a smile because I feel proud of myself for being able to read such a difficult book with ease, haven taught myself with the materials from the Silver pack when I was much younger.

LARKXE What the hell was I doing? Was I really going to let my groin control me? Hell yes! Was I going to let the heat that came with being a werewolf make me take a woman I just met to my room? Hell yes! The irony of it all was, she did not feel like a stranger to me. We may have just met a few minutes ago, but once her lips touched mine, I felt like I had known her forever....

Not a single she-wolf in the pack had managed to stir my wolf enough to matter, let alone provoke a mating bond. Not that I would have gone ahead with the mating regardless. “Still,” one elder persists after a short pause. “A proper Alpha needs a mate to control their aggression. Even if you think you’re fine now, as more time passes, you’ll find your emotions becoming more and more unstable!” I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and roll my eyes. “You make it sound like I’ll, out of nowhere, jump and attack members of the pack.” “It’s not entirely unreasonable,” another elder intones.

“Then the pack will fear you. And fear makes wolves dangerous.” When When Ella left the chamber, when Ella stepped from the chamber, the world felt changed: edges sharper, shadows deeper. The sound rang louder. Every scent seemed to whisper secrets. In a forced marriage. She wasn’t just an unwanted Luna. She was something ancient She was something ancient now, awakening beneath her skin. And somewhere within the compound, Alpha Rylan Wolfe felt it too: the pull he would not name, the power he fought to resist a curse. It was a key.

The room seemed to still. She stepped inside. The girl from the forest. Her eyes were tired, but her posture carried quiet strength. She held a worn folder in her hands, trying to look composed, though I could sense the grief beneath her calm expression. My wolf surged forward. A violent pull. A silent recognition. A truth older than reason. Mate. My hands tightened against the armrest of my chair. No. Impossible. Humans did not become mates. They did not belong in our world, not beside an Alpha, not beside me. Nature did not bend for emotion, fate, or longing.

“Because I do too.” He took another step. “I felt you cross the border. My wolf almost shifted right there, in the middle of a meeting.” “Your wolf can suffer,” I said. “Mine learned to live without yours.” He breathed in deep. “You smell incredible.” “I know.” I smiled coldly. “Every Alpha from here to the coast has told me the same thing.” His jaw went tight. “Have they touched you?” “That’s none of your business.” “It is my business,” he said. “You’re on my land.”

His wolf roared inside his skull, throwing itself against the walls of Caierre’s mind so violently that his vision blurred. ‘NO.’ Caierre’s knees buckled. His hand jerked sideways, the blade slicing only a thin line across Alvar’s shirt instead of plunging into his heart. Alvar didn’t even blink. He caught Caierre’s wrist in one hand and pinned it effortlessly to his chest, the blade trapped between them. Their faces were inches apart. Too close. Too freaking close. Caierre could feel the alpha’s breath on his cheek. Smell the faint scent of cedar and cold midnight air clinging to his skin. His wolf melted instantly like a fool in love.

freak. Damien smiled wider. "Now you understand why I cannot remain mated to such a creature. I Damien Holden, Beta of Silver Creek Pack under the rule of Alpha Theodore reject you Laila Ashwood, as my mate. You are not worthy of any true werewolf." The rejection hit me like a physical blow. I felt something tear inside my chest, like my heart was being ripped in half. The pain was so bad I couldn't breathe. I fell to my knees in the dirt, clutching my chest.