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“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

Has he always been so radiant? “You all know my name but for records sake, I am Alaric Thorne, Alpha of Genesis Pack. This is my Council. To my left is Patrick, Sammy and Elder janice, to The right is my Beta Kierran.” Alaric introduced his people and as their names were called they stood and bowed slightly, proud smiles on their faces, all but Kierran. He was practically growling.

I replied with a soft smile. “When did he even get here? I didn’t see him.” Lana mumbled under her breath. She couldn’t sense his presence like other wolves could. Alaric’s eyes landed on her with his usual playful grin. “And you must be his failed bride.” I shot him a warning look. “What? The news traveled fast,” he added, unbothered. “I’m Alaric. His beta.” “Nice to meet you, Alaric. But… beta?” she asked, clearly lost.

His wolf, who had howled constantly when she was distressed, was content now that his touch had calmed her, and relaxed even more every time he inhaled her delicate scent. Arla knew she should be afraid of this enormous man next to her. He was a stranger who she’d just witnessed kill someone, but in this moment she couldn’t feel afraid. “What’s your name?” she asked softly, lifting her head to look up at him. “You can call me Lorenzo.” “Alpha Lorenzo,” Drew interjected, glancing briefly at Lorenzo in the rearview mirror. “And I’m Beta Drew. Nice to meet you, Arla.” “Am I safe?” she questioned, still looking up at Lorenzo.

"Bastard! Don't say that name in front of me!" King Alano snapped back with a fierce look. Alexa's tears started to flow. "Please. Don't be rude in front of me. I'm Luna, Alan." "Bullshit! I don't believe what you're saying. Once again, you pretend, and I won't hesitate to cut off your head right now!" King Alano's eyes began to turn yellow, indicating that he was at the peak of anger and ready to pounce on anyone near him.

He yanked me closer, bent down until our faces were level, then dragged in a breath right beside my neck. His exhale felt intense and intimate. “This scent. Your herbal cover is thinning,” he murmured, confused. “Your blood smell is unstable. It is mixed with something sweet.” Every muscle in my body locked. “You are smelling wrong. That is the beasts from the arena,” I said, holding my breath. Alaric’s grip loosened, but his eyes stayed pinned to mine. For the first time, I saw the Sword Bearer up close. His jet-black hair, those sharp gray eyes, the hard line of his mouth. Alongside fear, something else slid through me, a pull so strong it scared me more than his suspicion.