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Logan looked like a kid in a candy store. I wished I could hear what Kane’s answers would be as I had the same questions in mind. Logan’s smile got wider as he listened to his alpha talking through the mind link. “Luna, his name is Alaric, doesn’t he look magnificent?” he was right Alaric was majestic, he looked like a royal wolf with his shiny black coat. “He looks like a king.”

I hissed in danger when I saw Alpha's familiar face had trapped me into this disgusting place, and now he was standing in front of me. The Alpha was named Alaric Damian. His tall and big body stood upright with his handsome face looking at me arrogantly. On his lips was embedded a big cigarette with smoke billowing in the air. Behind his body was a red-eyed wolf who looked at me with a hungry look. My body got goosebumps as Alpha Alaric grinned and pressed me down with Alpha's pheromone. My animal instincts were certainly so scared that the wolf in my body ran into the darkest corner.

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

“And he knows her name?” Altheya turned slowly to Liora. “He doesn’t just know her name. He marked her soul.” A flash of memory surged in Liora’s mind, A dream she’d once had as a child, A man with no face whispering to her in a voice made of thunder: “When all else falls, you will belong to me.” “I thought it was just a nightmare,” she whispered. Aria gripped her hand. “It was never a dream. It was a claim.”

Of course, Rael and his human had been hunting and not conscious of where they’d been heading, until the old wolf felt the chill in the air. Malakar’s appearance was as twisted as his mind. His back hunched unnaturally, and a wicked smile curled at his cracked lips as his eyes, glinting with a mix of cunning and malevolence, met the old alpha’s gaze. “You’re punctual, Varian,” Malakar croaked, his voice dripping with a false cordiality that belied the calculating mind behind it. He was near the last of his arcane ability and this old man was his last option. “Call me Malakar.”

“I said, let her go.” The man studied her closely now, fascination replacing amusement. “Incredible,” he murmured. “You’re stronger than I expected. Untrained. Emotional. And still holding back.” “Who are you?” Lily demanded. He smiled and pulled back his hood. His face was human, too human, but his eyes glowed faintly violet, threaded with black veins that pulsed when Lily’s power flared. “My name is Alaric,” he said. “And I study evolution.” Derek pushed himself upright, blood at the corner of his mouth. “You’re a rogue mage.”

I can see his surprise, but he keeps it in check. "I'm Lorenzo Greco," he says, extending his hand, and I shake it. "It's very nice to meet you, Nara Adalwolf," he smiled at me, so full and genuine that it felt illegal. Didn't this alpha know my father? Most alphas hated Josiah Adalwolf.

His face didn’t flinch, but a flicker of unease rippled in his aura. He waved a dismissive hand. “Marcus. Marcus. Marcus,” he said, as if the name were a tiresome chant. “The great Alpha of the Stormborn Pack. The legend who walks with the moon behind him. Do you know how long I’ve waited to face him?” Chloe narrowed her eyes.

Although he was out of my league, he was receptive toward me. He was charming, unlike this cold, arrogant man before me. "What do you mean by that?" I murmured, clutching the hem of the dress I donned. He marched towards me and halted. "What else do you want, Dahlia? You can't even mention my name correctly." He snarled at me. I slinked back at the harshness of his words. Who was Dahlia? I recalled Nova had called him Alpha Ares Archer. But how did he have Apollo's face but a different personality from him?

Harry curiously peered on the screen, “What do you mean, you knew? Are you some sort of mind reader? Whose kid are you anyways?” “Athena,” Nick answered, looking exasperated that he had to actually say it, as if that wasn't obvious enough and Alastor wanted to face-palm right there and then because of fucking course it just had to be bright-eyed Athena; the Goddess of warcraft and wisdom, “...and no, your friend–oh, sorry–alpha over there is just way too obvious. I’ve seen alphas act less smitten than him. Oh, wait. Were you guys actually trying to hide that little tidbit? It was a secret?” Nick gloated flippantly and Alastor glared at him, feeling his face burn in sheer embarrassment at bei