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“You thought the bloodline was gone. But it was only buried.” Everyone turned toward the voice. Kael stepped in front of Aria, protectively, but she gently pushed him aside. Her eyes burned with silvery light. “Who are you?” she demanded. The mist parted and from it emerged a tall figure draped in a cloak darker than night. His face was hidden beneath a bone-carved mask etched with runes. But Aria felt the truth before he even spoke. “I am the First Alpha,” the figure said, voice calm and thunderous. “And you, Marked Luna, are the final key.”

" ALESSIO!!!" Alpha Aaron roared, his face contouring in disgust. Alessio seemed ignorant of his reaction. He picked up my hand delicately and placed a small kiss on the back of it, introducing himself, " Alessio Ronalds, the beta of Hellfire Howlers. At your service, Luna." Madeline roared out with a cry, glaring at Alessio, " ALESSIO! YOU..." Alessio blinked up at her, uttering with all the innocence that he had,

Bullshit. Alaric’s wolf growled inside him. Ronan’s real lovers could barely walk after a night with him. They came out trembling, marked, raw, half-broken. And yet Liora stood there perfectly fine, hair neat, clothes flawless. Not even a scratch. Still, her act was convincing enough to make him hesitate. Maybe she’s just stronger than the others, his wolf muttered. Or maybe she’s the crazy kind who enjoys the pain. Alaric sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he said coldly. “Then you won’t mind accepting this.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a blank cheque...Ronan’s signature already scrawled at the bottom.

I teased and he paused, taking the knife and twisting it a little only for it to wobble at his finger tips. “You’re so rigid my lord” I said with laughter, covering my mouth as my eyes pooled with tears of false joy. “It isn’t real” I said again when he stared at me and back at the knife. “But what you had just said..it’s…” “All a joke, do you think a mortal like me could kill you?” I asked softly, lifting the hood of my cloak to really reveal my face under the night’s sky. “Hello, I’m Alora, Alora Felmstone” I stretched forth my hand in anticipation but he looked at my hand with disdain.

Familiar. Ghosts. Some wore armor. Others robes. Their faces were blurred, as if time had forgotten their names—but one stepped forward. Tall. Dark hair. Cloak torn. My breath caught in my chest. “...Alaric?” But it wasn’t him. The ghost shook his head solemnly. His lips didn’t move, but his voice echoed in my skull like wind against a bell. “He is not here. But he lives.” I gasped. Damian moved beside me, grabbing my shoulder as if to hold me to the world. “What did it say?”

Immediately our eyes met, he quickly dropped his eyes to the floor. I moved closer to him and put an arm around his shoulders, tilted his head up and forced him to look up at me. “My name is Alora, and I am not the Luna of any pack. I am human” His eyes widened. “No, you’re not human Luna, I could feel it the moment you were brought in, and I’m sure Alpha will regret his decision very soon”, he replied. I shook my head and moved away from him. I didn’t know what was in the water in this part of the world, but they were really freaking me out.

He was larger than life, every inch of him carved with confidence and restrained strength. He approached me slowly. My breath caught when his hand lifted, rough fingers brushing the side of my face. I didn’t mean to, but I leaned into his touch, drawn by some invisible force I didn’t understand. His palm was warm, grounding, gentle in a way that undid me. “How do you feel?” he asked softly. “Better now?” “Yes,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I am. Thank you—” He interrupted smoothly, a faint smile touching his lips. “Of course, how rude of me. I’m Alaric Warren Knight, the Alpha King of Ernysia.”

I grumbled as I took the paper from Bella and took a good look at the annoying face plastered there. His long, messy hair was a dull dark brown, with bangs covering his entire forehead. His eyes are dark brown. It looks like he just took this picture today, but I could see that it was a wig. Guess no one realized that. “To be honest, it seems like the nobles are not that familiar with Alpha Rohan's face yet, because during the banquet yesterday, they kept their distance. If I hadn't followed you, I wouldn't have seen his face properly either."

It was a media message from Alice, not Alaric. With a sigh, I opened it. I stared at the photo she had sent. My heart skipped as I laid eyes on Alaric. He stood seemingly smooshed between Frank and Alice. They all faced the same direction. Frank, Alaric behind him, and Alice behind him. They all three had their faces turned toward the camera. Alaric seemed to have his head slightly laid upon Frank's back, while Alice had her arms wrapped around Alaric's mid-section. He wore skinny jeans and a simple white t-shirt. His hair fell loosely about his face. Alice wore a bright, sparkly hat but even it couldn't distract my eyes from Alaric's green ones. They looked so ... vacant. His full, red lips

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 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. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora.