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Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura! What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias's brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well, I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied.

With his face red as ripe tomatoes, I asked him. "Do you know you are mean? "he asked me. "Ok, you already know my name, so what's your name?" "I am Alonso and I am from the snow moon pack but I am always away on training. I am the brother of Alpha Logan." I looked him in the face and I noticed the resemblance, but while Alonso has a pretty face, Logan has a more masculine and bad boy look. "Nice to meet you Alonso, and forgive my manners but you are too beautiful."

A streak of glitter clung stubbornly to his jawline. Grace finally found her voice. “What is this nonsense? Men don’t wear makeup!” she hissed, marching over to him. She grabbed a napkin from the nearby table and began to furiously scrub at his face. “You’re an Alpha!” she snapped. “Not some… some painted doll!” Alaric looked like he wanted to curl up and die, but before Grace could actually scratch his skin off, I stepped closer. I reached out, catching Alaric’s eye before lifting my hand.

Not one of the First Circle proper. A familiar shape, cloaked in darkness, stepped into the square. “Alaric,” Aria breathed. The man from the archives—the one Luca had once warned her about. An ancient ally she had never fully trusted. “I owe you a choice,” Alaric said, eyes glowing with hidden power. “And tonight, you will take it. Align—or fall.” Aria studied him. The bond thrummed with tension, uncertainty, and excitement. Luca’s hand tightened around hers.

If he didn’t fuck his stepsister and make me think whatever this was, was for only as long as he couldn’t get in my pants. “Ahh…I heard you were bringing your luna.” A smooth voice with a heavy accent interrupted my musings. Alpha Lorenzo was almost as tall as Gabe. But he was more lanky, possessed a build not nearly as muscular as my mate’s. His slicked back long hair exposed piercings running up both ears. When he extended a hand to greet me, I noticed a tattoo of a lion on his forearm. Gabe had told me he was known as the lion of Andalusia. It was a nickname. When I’d asked Gabe if he had a nickname, he’d merely smirked and looked away briefly before continuing to talk about Alpha Lorenzo

It was black, but standing beside it was a man at a podium. We looked at each other for a second. His expression showed a flicker of curiosity that he immediately covered with contempt. I’d bet anything he was the other side’s interpreter, but where was the one who was actually negotiating? “Let’s begin,” Lorenzo said coldly, and the screen lit up as the Zoom call connected. On the other side sat a handsome man in an office, with blond hair slicked back and deep brown eyes. Even through the screen, I could tell he was an Alpha. And more than that... why did he feel like someone I’d met before?

“I don't want to do that. I'm done with anything that involves Logan and his mad wife. In fact, I'm done with the Alpha's family in general. They might as well go to hell and rot in—” “Bingo!” In a rush, Lorraine flashed the photo in my face and it was the same man we'd seen with Esmeralda. Oof! My eyes drifted lower and I read the caption beneath the photo. Arthur Crescent, Alpha of WindHill. “Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed. “Lorrie, you were right!” Lorraine adjusted her collar stylishly, the corner of her lips slightly tilted in a smug smirk. “Holmes. Call me Sherlock Holmes.”

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

In response to Archi, Alarik smiled broadly showing a row of teeth. Alaric is really adorable, his attitude is very much the same as Alea. The boy is sweet and caring, although sometimes stubborn when he wants something. But his face and posture are different. Can Archi guess that his eyes and body posture are the same as his father's – which until now Archi doesn't know.

The older lady says with a hopeful look on her face. “That would be nice” Lizzy responds with a warm smile, The older Luna smiles a real one that lights up her face. I notice that Alpha Fin glares at me as he sinks his third glass of wine, I just stare back “Nice to meet you Alpha Finally” I say using his whole name, receiving another glare. “And you Lizzy” A warning growl leaves Aries.