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Instead, she shook her head again and stood from the floor. “I don’t feel any of it, alpha Ethan.” She said, sensing the disappointing look that crossed his facial features. “I am not a werewolf that believes in things like a mating bond. When I fall in love, it happens naturally and at the moment, I am not falling in love with you. I am only here because you promised to help me with my sister.” “Or because I am keeping you alive,” Ethan cut her off. “Maybe you are here because I decided to keep you alive.”

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.”

| HAILEY | Xavier’s eyes shifted, ocean blue fading into molten gold. The air around us thickened, alive with wild energy. His wolf had taken control. “Turn around now!” a low, rumbling growl tore from Xavier’s chest. I didn't hesitate. Rolling onto my back, I sank into the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My breath hitched as I hooked my hands behind my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, exposing my pussy completely to Xavier’s predatory gaze.

The priest said to him, ‘It means Larena was a human whom King Rylan had married.’ Mason replied, ‘yes she was a human that’s why she couldn’t convert into a werewolf when the fight was begun.’ The priest said, ‘but the point is that, how King Rylan had married her, a werewolf and human can’t marry with each other.’ Mason said, ‘then how did they marry?’

"Capture alive. Transfer to Hermetic Order custody. We study him. Break him. Turn him into controlled asset." "Mind control?" Master Sybil sounds skeptical. "Werewolves resist mental manipulation. Pack bonds interfere with external influence." "Normally, yes. But Callum's packless. Exiled. No Alpha bond to protect him." I pull out a vial. Silver liquid, glowing faintly. "I've developed new formula. Combines vampire venom, wolfsbane extract, and binding magic. Creates artificial Alpha bond. Whoever administers it becomes Callum's new Alpha. He'll follow orders compulsively."

She looked like a goddess, and she knew it. Lola, Jemma, and Alec were already down by the water, shrieking every time the waves caught their ankles. Thorne squealed, trying to leap from my arms to join the chaos. “Not yet, buddy,” I laughed, adjusting him on my hip. That’s when I saw him. Roman. Walking down the boardwalk in swim trunks, a beach bag over one shoulder, and his mate. A tall, beautiful werewolf named Tessa holding his hand. She handed him sunscreen to rub on her back, and he did it immediately, without complaint.

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.

I smiled. His brow cocked upward. "What do you mean?" "I, Elara Rivers, reject you, Thomas Bryson as my Alpha and hereby commit to life as a rogue," The tether connecting me to him snapped, and I watched as his eyes widened and he let out a pained scream. My wolf and I, however, felt no pain on our side. If anything, it was pure bliss. I was free. I stood and grabbed a rope without taking my eyes off of the Alpha who glanced down at his blue balls.

Or maybe it was that time I told her she reminded me of a vulture in a shawl. Still, I’d hoped to be posted closer to the summit hall. Not to breathe in Alpha air or whatever weird fantasy other wolves had, but to see them. The alphas. Put faces to the names I’d memorized from scrolls and books. The alphas Lowell of Stormgrove, Olcan of Crescent, Koda of Silverwood, and Axel of Moonbound. Everyone knew the last pack didn't attend gatherings. The history nerd in me had been counting down. But nope. Auren got sent to haul sacks of linens and refill water barrels.

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.