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A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.

His brutality and devilish works. In the corner, with his arms crossing as the healers tended to his burnt woods, Alpha Cal was smirking, savoring the moment that he was finally able to whip the son of the Alpha he killed—the Alpha Ariel that slayed his brute cousin Alpha Jonas. Though his cock is beyond repair, he has taken another Omega’s instead. And the poor dickless Omega was tending for the wound himself, without the aid of the healers save one to the benevolent Shiera, Giro’s sister, who gave him a vial of blood and honey. But he’s amazed by the level of persistence of the werewolf. No matter how many times he provokes Ansel, he never explodes. It was only when he roughly played with

The word felt heavy, like something I had heard in stories but never in real life. He nodded. “Yes. Werewolves live in packs. Think of it like a family but also like a company. The Alpha is like the manager or the leader. They make decisions for the good of everyone. Under the Alpha there is the Beta, who helps lead and keep order, and then the Gamma who takes on other duties. It is a hierarchy; a system that keeps the pack strong.”

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.

An image flashed inside my head, a filthy one with Maverick’s large hot, and needy body covering mine and fucking me. He passed me a grin as if he could read my thoughts. “Forget what? That your pussy got wet with just a few of my words? Funny how I didn’t even have to touch you.” I knew the color was rising over my cheeks. “I wasn’t turned on!” He chuckled, “Don’t lie to an Alpha. My sense of smell and instincts are far better than yours.” I rolled my eyes. “Typical werewolf with a god complex.” “It’s confidence, baby. I know I’m better than most species.”

The vote went her way, which votes at this table generally did. She was gathering her copy of the report when the second item came up, which her secretary had flagged as relevant and had been holding until the primary discussion concluded. A message from their contacts in the American supernatural community. The Montana Confederation, which was the largest werewolf governance structure in North America, had been monitoring the London situation with what their message characterized as significant interest. She read the message twice.

She whines for the relief of his proximity, completely oblivious to the fact that our so-called mate is a coward who chose the girl making my life a living hell. I adjust the heavy strap of the portfolio on my shoulder and keep my head down, navigating the crowded brick walkways. Then, the wind shifts. My breath hitches. Before I can stop her, my wolf snaps to attention, her ears pricking up in my mind, searching the crowd. I don't even have to look. I can feel him. The pull of the second-chance bond acts like a physical tether, tugging my chest slightly to the left, toward the center of the quad.

His hands went automatically to my hips to catch me, and the second his rough palms touched my bare skin where my tank top had ridden up, we both froze. The contact sent electricity shooting through my whole body. My wolf howled in satisfaction, pressing closer, wanting more. I could feel every hard plane of his chest and stomach against me. Could feel the heat radiating off him—wolves ran hot, but dominant Alphas ran even hotter. Could smell his scent wrapping around me, dark and woody with an undertone of something wild. And I could feel his cock, already getting hard, pressing against my inner thigh. “I missed you,” I whispered against his neck, breathing him in.

Poor Alpha werewolf, bet he never thought he would be submitting to a human. NO ACTION REALLY IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT IT IS PACKED WITH INFORMATION. IT'S GOOD TO HAVE INFORMATION CHAPTERS. IT ADDS DEPTH TO STORIES. SO NO COMPLAINING LOL JK. COMPLAIN IF YOU WANT.

"Say what now?'' Jessie cut him off. She didn't know that werewolves could live that long. She only thought that vampires did. For a moment, Christian seemed shocked, but the look disappeared just as quickly as it came. "I am the Alpha of a wolf pack. You, my dare Jessica, are mate. Right now, I'm taking you across a border that only werewolves can cross through, to my mansion that is fortunately or unfortunately completely surrounded by an electric fence. Nasty little thing it is, just one zap and you're dead. Assuming that you try to escape. I am going to treat you as a husband should treat their wife, as my equal and life partner. I have a separate room prepared for you, as I'm sure you m