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One of them spits and I flinch as his saliva just misses my thigh. Another grabs me, pulling me back up. “Let’s see what makes her worth all that money.” He says as the others jeer. I squirm, trying to get out his grasp. Another Wolf steps in front of me grabbing the collar of my t-shirt and rips it off me.

The scream didn’t belong to one wolf. It belonged to all of them. It tore through the forest sharp. raw. wrong. Every wolf dropped. not in submission. In pain. the ground convulsed beneath us. the silver shattered. not gone. fractured. Zayden was already moving. Instinct. alpha. his hand tightened around mine pulling me with him. not away. forward. toward it. toward the source. because now there was no distance between us and the system. no separation. whatever hit the territory hit us.

"Marcus, look at me! It’s Nash! I’m your Alpha!" The Beta, a large black wolf with a distinctive white patch on his chest, didn't hesitate. He didn't blink. He lunged from the side, his powerful jaws clamping onto Nash’s thigh. Nash roared, a sound of pain and fury, as the teeth sank deep. He didn't shoot. He didn't use the knife at his belt. He grabbed Marcus by the scruff of the neck, straining to pull the wolf off, his biceps bulging, sweat pouring down his face.

"But Alpha! You get bad bumps on your skin when girls touch you! Five years ago, the bad fight happened, and you can not go near any girl! The pack healers said you can never have a mate!" "She did not give me bumps," I say. My skin is clear. My wolf is jumping inside me. "She is different. Go find her now." "Yes, Alpha King! I will run fast!" Raze says. "And tell Alaric Wolfsbane to meet me at the Alpha Throne Chamber," I say. "We have pack laws to talk about." SELENE POV "Why are you wearing that big shirt, Selene?" Elder Kellan Shadowfang asks me. He is the old man who watches the doors at Moonshade Manor.

she smiled at him, her sharp fangs lit up. “then you must have met with some shitty wolf, we here, we are merciless and you are a small little thing, I don’t know why I am tolerating you,” Alpha said, closely watching her. She was wearing a white tank top with skinny shorts. The sweat on her neck was making Alpha horny. He could already feel himself getting hard again.

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.

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I can feel her touching me once again, and with her touch I feel the adrenaline rush to every pore of my being, engulfing me thirsty rapture and unquenchable desire. ‘This heaven and hell.’ I shuddered. “What the heck? Are you okay, Blackie?” ‘...’ My world froze as I stiffened.. A great way to dampen my uncontrollable excitement, but did I hear her right? Did she call me a dog, this Alpha King? My disbelieving eyes wild with exasperation with this unbelievable she-wolf. ‘I’m not a dog.’ I told her annoyingly. ‘Uupps, I’m sorry, my bad.’

James says with a whole lotta sarcasm in his voice. “Actually,” Alpha Bronx interrupts. I look up at him to see a sly look on his face. "FINALLY, some damn recognition for who we are," my wolf Clash huffs. Oh man, please don't do it. Please don't do it. I beg in my mind. “He’s a regular old pack warrior with Alpha blood,” the Alpha finishes his thought. Shit. Why’d he have to call me out like that? "Because you do, ese!" Clash growls at me, "Stop denying it and GET OVER YOURSELF!"

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.