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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.

Hearing Lara's words, I said, "I am not talking about uncle. Everyone will participate in this festival. No one will be at home that day, so no one will notice whether I am at home or not so I can come if I want. I was thinking, what is the need to do at this festival? I don't think I will find my soulmate because I haven't turned into a wolf yet. How can I find my soulmate when I haven't turned into a wolf yet?" Lara held my hand tightly and said, "Don't be discouraged. Tomorrow is the moon night. Tomorrow you'll turn into a wolf and you'll find your soulmate. You know, last year I also turned into a wolf on this full moon night. Trust me" I smiled softly after hearing Lara's words. Lara th

I pushed the door open just enough to peer outside. There he was. The Alpha. He stood in the centre of the gathering, clad in black. The torchlight painted his face in gold and shadow. His expression was as though it was carved from stone, but his eyes… even from this distance, I could see the storm raging inside them. Dozens of pack members stood behind him, heads bowed. At his feet, a marble stone shone and it was engraved with words I couldn’t make out. Her grave. The Luna’s.

Not even a silhouette. Elysia and I had started referring to him as “the faceless Alpha,” the only name that suited his ghostlike appearances. We knew nothing about him except for the energy he gave off, domineering, powerful, impossible to ignore. He was an Alpha through and through, that much was clear from the sheer force he radiated.

"But, you have to pay attention to one thing when you meet that Alpha." "Huh? Why? What is that?" "I'm sure Alpha is so mysterious not only because he was forced by circumstances to go on a mission, but because he also has an ugly face, because he always wears a mask," said Leroy. "But you have to be careful, so you don't laugh when you meet him face to face, because he always chooses silly and funny masks." Logan snorted. "Tsk! That alone is the strangest thing to me. That Alpha might have a slight mental disorder."

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

she asked aloud. “Let us introduce ourselves before we start, only polite, yes? I am Rufus Farkasa, High Lykos. Alpha of all.” “Former Alpha Wade Hunter, High Lykos Beta” Wade's dark blonde hair quivered, threatening to fall out of place as he nodded to Alissa's table. His lined face didn't match his youthful looking hair.

The sky burned with the blood-red hue of a coming war. Luna stood on the cliff’s edge, the wind tangling through her silver-streaked hair, her gown billowing around her like smoke from a wildfire. Below her, the valley groaned with the restlessness of warriors preparing for what would be the final clash of bloodlines. The Trial of Flesh and Fire had left Kael marked in ways only she could understand. His back bore the emblem of the ancients now, the mark of the true Alpha. But it was her soul that was aflame.