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She smiles at me when she notices me. “Hey Rhea! You're back! I was so sad thinking you were sent away by the Alpha.” Alpha. I wonder if Taylor knows that Adrian Raven is a werewolf. Should I ask her? No. I can’t trust her enough to say anything yet. I need to be absolutely certain my dream last night was true. “Um… yeah. The Alpha decided to give me a chance to prove that I can work here in three days.” I answer her, my voice low.

because he understood. “This ends now.” But how? The question unanswered. because everything we had used everything we had done had already been absorbed. the Alpha stepped forward again. closer now. too close. and this time it didn’t attack. It reached. not for control. for connection. The moment it touched the space between us everything surged. Not violently. perfectly. the wolves stilled. all of them. ours. theirs. caught between two definitions. two systems. two truths. the Alpha looked at me. not zayden. not the pack. me.

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.

“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.

But well, I want something from her so I'm acting this way. "Who are you here with, though?" I ask as I grab two cups of drink from the tray of AJ usher passing by us. I had one over on her. "I don't remember you being from royalty," Cara nods. "Yes, I wasn't. My mate is the Alpha of Crescent Moon pack," "Tyler," I nod. Tyler is a no nonsense man and I don't think he'd take it likely with me if he caught me flirting with his Luna.i have to take a step back. "Send my regards to him, okay?"

"Because I am Clarisse the fifth. The only surviving she-wolf of her clan. I am the alpha, and I am not just an alpha alone; I am the seer. Fate brought you here. You never came by yourself." Nothing was making sense.—all the things Clarisse had said. What Arabella could understand was the fact that she was the alpha, but all the additional claims left her doubtful. However, Arabella could sense some truth in Clarisse's words. She had perceived that Clarisse had a unique gift and was different from the other werewolves, which was why she had asked Thalia. But even with this, it didn't explain the fact that Clarisse had betrayed them. "You can choose to sit, you can choose to stand, but I'm g

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I settled with just sitting there and enjoying my time! Sitting under the cool shade of a big tree, I opened my e-reader and opened the previous chapter of the novel I was currently reading. The book was entitled Hybrid Zeus and His Mate and I loved it dearly. It was about this old sexy werewolf-vampire hybrid Alpha and his badass goddess Luna. It was really a lovely book and I loved how detailed it was. And the sex scenes, Gosh the dang scenes. They made me want to be there, to witness the sensation myself and that made me know that the author has done her job well.

I don't want us to fight any longer—she's still my sister no matter what. “Are you all right, doll?” Jaxon asks as he squeezes my cold hand on my thigh. I look at him and smile, despite the nerves knotted in my stomach. “Yeah,” I nod. “Don't lie to me,” he says, shaking his head, jaw fixed. “I can smell when you do. Your scent changes.” Oh, that's right. I forgot I'm dating a werewolf—an Alpha for that matter, and apparently, to him, I have a distinct scent and it's not the fruity perfumes I wear.

Yet none of those names could even describe perfectly how disgusting and disappointing it was to watch a werewolf fail her duty. He follows her with his eyes. He watches how she bends forward and kisses the forehead of the human girl kneeling before her. Focusing his alpha abilities on the scene in front of him, Alpha Roman manges to listen in on the conversation going on miles away between his mate and the human she was supposed to kill. “I'm sorry, Mia, you deserve none of this.’’ Just hearing the female say those words disgusted him more than anything. He stares at her intently. He wanted to convince himself that his wolf was lying. Mistaken maybe?