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I covered my mouth to stop the laughter that was about to escape. He didn't even know he was standing in front of the Lycan King himself. “And if I ask about her name, she'd say she is Aria, right? How pathetic are you people?” Even me? I was being dragged into this too? Alaric just stood there, listening to his nonsensical talk. “Look here, young man.” Alaric's hand instinctively pointed at himself. “Me?” He asked. He only got a look full of judgment from Caelen.

I held out my hand to her. She took it, she didn't hide her face against me, instead, she looked out at the crowd. I could feel her nervousness, yet she did what a Luna would do. She turned to look at me. "Aura, do you forsake all others and agree to cut any bonds of loyalty to any pack outside of this pack?" "Yes," she whispered. I squeezed her hand so she would know she is doing great. "Aura, do you swear your loyalty and life to me Alpha Draven and the Night Claws Pack?" I watched her intently trying to calm her.

I explained. "I'd like to see him try. I'm an Alpha now," Logan replied. "And so is he," I said, almost in a laugh. "What's his name?" Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. "Alpha Leonardo Loren," I told him. "Heard of him?" I asked casually. The corner of his mouth twitched up a little and his eyes flickered before he masked his expression with his usual arrogance.

The odd look in their eyes and the far-too-wide smile on their faces rang all the warning bells in my head. “Pardon me, but I didn’t seem to recall your faces or your names.” I wasn’t being rude or anything, but their faces didn’t ring a bell, and I was good at remembering faces and names. It meant we had never met, which also implied they weren’t alpha lords. I hadn’t seen all the alpha lords in real life, but I had seen pictures of them so it would be easy to identify them when I did, but neither of the two came to mind.

“It’s… something else. Humanoid, but wrong.” Damien’s voice was a growl. “The runes are holding, but they’re straining. We need to reinforce them.” Althea began chanting, her voice weaving ancient words, while Damien sliced his palm, letting blood drip onto the central rune in the foyer. The wards surged, forcing the figure to retreat, its snarl fading into the forest. But as it vanished, Aurora caught a glimpse of its face—familiar yet impossible, a twisted echo of someone she couldn’t place, stirring a buried memory from her lost past.

where the women were. Stark led them to Redmoon castle. He took them into the throne room where a man with long hair braided into cornrows stood. He was staring at a portrait of the late Alpha King and Luna, Alaric's parents. "They're here, Alpha," Stark said as he went down on one knee, his head bowed to the floor. Seraphine raised a brow. With the way he said it, it was like they were waiting for her and her people to arrive. She also found it strange that the Beta was right at the Redwood boundary, and not just a few of the guards. Stark whistled, pulling their attention. He signaled for them to bow down. Seraphine's people got down on their knees, but she didn't. "What are you doing, Lu

the coroner asked. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek with indecisiveness. “It’s difficult to tell for certain. The letter is either an ‘R’ or a ‘P’.” A cold streak of unbelievable fear raced through me. This mark did not come from any random piece of jewelry as Lorenzo previously mentioned. It was unique—custom-made to fit only one person. Jesus Christ. ‘Now we know why the Lycan Luna’s son appeared to panicked when he saw those pictures before,’ my wolf mentioned.

I had so many things to do, and none of them involved listening to Sylvie’s shrieks on loop. Bending over to my shoulder, Calvin cupped his hand to my ear. “The shop I have in mind has one attendant, and she designs dresses that look like they came from dreams. And the best part is that-” “What are you whispering without me?!” shrieked Sylvie, interrupting. “She matches the description you gave me of your mate, the unscented wolf. Aria.” I stopped breathing as I stared at Calvin. “Are you sure?” I asked, almost breathless.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at either one of them, not with the body they pulled between them, leaving a trail of blood in it’s wake. His head was thrown forward, dark and unruly hair falling over his forehead. I couldn’t see his face, but that meant nothing. I’d recognize that blue-black hair anywhere. Every detail sharpened until I could make out the slope of his shoulder, a peek at his strong neck that I had sank my teeth into mere days ago. I couldn’t hear anything past the thundering of my own heart. Lorenzo lips moved as he barked an order at Macon. The Beta of the Nightfall pack grabbed a fistful of that blue-black hair and pulled, revealing the lifeless face of his Alpha’s son.

Alpha Lorenzo muttered, placing his head on her stomach with his eyes shut. Tinsley stood numbed as he refuse to let her go and just as she bent her head down to stare at his face, she saw a —mark carved on his neck. "Wow! I love the tattoo on your neck mate." She complimented him. "Really?" Alpha Lorenzo smirks naughtily as he lifts his head from her stomach. “It's not actually a tattoo, it's like a family birthmark and every person in the Alpha Royal family has it.” “Wow!” Tinsely muttered.