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His reflection glinted off the glass, he looked cool, with an unreadable expression, which was kind of annoyingly beautiful. “I bet you’re impressed now,” I said, stopping beside him. “Turns out your little stray is the queen of fashion.” He didn’t even blink. “Cool.” “Cool?” He glanced sideways. “Want a medal?” “Excuse me?” “You rich?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s cute. I’m Arlo. I’m not just loaded, I’m generationally, internationally untouchable.” I scoffed. “You’re just a werewolf prince.”

I thought he was different from his parents, but it turns out that he’s the same. I flipped over through the many pages of his achievements and finally arrived at the last page. This one was peculiar because it didn’t have any texts, just a huge picture of a handsome young man. I tilted my head to the side as I looked at it in confusion. Is this Alpha Arlo? I glanced down at the caption on the bottom of the page and confirmed that the photo is indeed the Blood Shadow pack’s Alpha. I bit my lips as I looked at the photo. I feel like I’ve seen him before. Where the hell have I seen him?

Cherry repeated, watching me. I swallowed, staring down at the white linen. This was exactly what I had been running from. The connections, the powerful Alphas, the world of packs and politics. If this was the same Dorian Vale who attended that wedding in Ashmere, there was a very real chance he had seen my face. A chance he might recognize me. But my wolf was still reacting, her excitement rising to a fever pitch. She wouldn't be fighting this hard unless that name meant something vital to her.

‘Am I going to die just like this? ‘I don’t want to die!’ They thought as they shut their eyes, feeling completely hopeless! “Hang on!” a voice said amongst the people. Then, a huge and smart figure walked out quickly. Although he was the same as most of the other Raksasa people, his face was pale green, and his body was releasing a devilish aura. His clear facial features also gave him an attractive energy. The man was in his twenties and wore high-quality soft leather armor. He was the Honorable Son of the Raksasa Tribe, Alaric Celtic.

The Lady's pale, messy-looking face stares at the Prince's troubled expression. "I-, Genesis Arc fooled the entire Raphbarg Kingdom. I am not an omega werewolf because this Lady's werewolf is a beta. I shouldn't have let the Prince get closer to me, a Liar! Unfaithful! Uncourageous! And Unfair Lady like me!" Her proclamation shakes the entire room as Prince Alphonso's tears start to fall. Abruptly--- 'Boom!' A sound of a bomb starts to rumble the place. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

Alpha Jones turned and walked away, leaving me alone with the group. I hoped they weren’t like Jones. No amount of beauty could make up for being deplorable. “Pleasure to meet you, Alpha Ledger,” the triplet with a crew cut said, extending his hand. “I’m Alpha Alaric Valko.” “The pleasure is mine,” I said and shook his hand. “Alpha Conri Valko,” the triplet with long hair said. We shook hands. “It’s okay if you can’t tell us apart. No one can, except our mate.”

I corrected myself halfway and Nate’s face looked like he had just gotten the best christmas gift. “Funny, for a second I almost thought you were going to say Night howl. That is my pack’s name.” I shot him a venomous glare but he was busy staring smugly at me. “Ahh, where have I heard that name again?” Alpha Alaric scratched his temple as if lost in thought and then he snapped his fingers. “Are you by any chance related to some guy called Luke?” My eyes widened in fear. No, this couldn’t be real.

Lorenzo stood there, liquid dripping from his chin, his dark eyes closed for a second. "You Dirty Alpha!" I shouted, not caring who was watching. "You think I don't recognize you? I didn't see your face clearly that night, but your Ugly Scent is the same!" I pointed a finger at his chest. "I knew you are the one... the Stinky Doctor!" Lorenzo opened his eyes. They were pitch black. He wiped the alcohol from his face slowly, looking like a demon waking up. "What?" Lorenzo asked, his voice dangerously low. "Stinky?"

My heart hammered, though I kept my chin high, my face carefully composed. Victor stopped before us, his eyes narrowing faintly. “Prince Blake. Amara.” His voice was steady, but the undercurrent was unmistakable—this was no warm greeting. Blake inclined his head. “Alpha Victor. Luna Lina. Caden. Lorraine. Alpha Scott. Welcome to the Blood Moon Pack.” His tone was measured, polite, but even I could feel the tension in him ripple through the bond. I forced myself to bow slightly, my gown whispering against the stone. “We are honored by your presence.” The words felt like stone in my mouth, heavy and brittle.

An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.