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Leo howled in pain as he withdrew his hands. Sandilo was so angry at Leo for lunging at the creature. He felt like tearing him to pieces. Leo was lucky to have escaped with just a broken bone. He would have ripped him apart if he didn’t worry that the creature would escape. Nobody could take away what was his. Sandilo wondered how that thought popped into his mind. Both Leo and Lucent left the place, muttering something. They didn’t question him; neither did they fight with him. It was evident to Vivian that this man was powerful. She had heard the Hunkies address him as ‘the Alpha.’ She wondered what that term meant. She would have asked him, but her heart was still beating against her ribs

The duffle bag just had a few pieces of clothes, some cash and a picture of a beautiful lady. ‘You need to arrange some clothes, we can't meet our mate stark naked’ shrieked Leo. ‘Only if someone hadn’t dismantled our warrier’ ‘How many times Alex?’ And this is how I walked in a convenience store just behind the gas station but naked to buy pants before our mate wakes up. ‘While we are at it, can you also buy underpants and some snacks? She might be hungry when she wakes up.’ Suggested leo. ‘Awww… scary Alpha wolf who shredded a whole ass werewolf warrior just minutes ago is concerned if his human mate might be uncomfortable?’, I teased.

Liviana slammed into the concrete floor with a sickening crunch of bone. For a normal creature, the fight would be over. Her spine was shattered. But as Lachlan stepped forward to crush her throat beneath his boot, Liviana simply laughed. The sound was bright and completely undisturbed. Before his boot could connect, her spine snapped back into alignment with a series of disgustingly wet, popping sounds. She rolled backward, springing to her feet as the damage erased itself in the span of a single heartbeat. "Is that all the Alpha of the city can muster?" she mocked, a predatory smile stretching across her face.

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.”

Then turn and walk past him, head high. He lets his arm fall and follows. The hallway is full of wolves. They don’t bother pretending they aren’t listening as we pass. Some stare openly. Some look away quickly when Ronan’s gaze brushes them. “Is that her?” “Human.” “Alpha’s Luna is a human.” “Moon save us.” “Humans die.” Every whispered judgment scores lines into my skin. I keep my face blank and my steps steady. They can have my fear. They don’t get my tears.

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.

“Do you dislike grass because it’s just green and straight? Then you immediately like flowers because they have many colors and look pretty?” Alaric responded to my words with his baby talk. I smiled, as he seemed to understand what I was saying. "You shouldn't discriminate between creatures, future Alpha," Beta Lyra scolded, wagging her index finger. Alaric responded with an "uh-oh." Alaric played with the grass, babbling to himself. Occasionally, he would watch the children running and making soap bubble balloons. He seemed bored of being a baby. 'I found the prison where warrior Johan was.'

e said with a serious look "What is it" I asked bother "You know this is a werewolves territory and you are human" he asked "I already know that, why telling me again" "I want you to be careful of the people you are working with or the people you will be working with" "You are scaring me Liam , who will want to hurt me here" I asked "Some werewolves can masked their scents just to get to you and you won't e able to tell the difference" "It's not like I can smell them, why will they have to hide their scents"

fur. In the center of the bazaar sat a man hunched over a pile of flickering holographic projectors. He looked ancient, his skin a patchwork of scars and tech implants. But when he glanced up, Elara felt a surge of raw energy. His eyes were the deep golden color of a True Alpha. "The Healer and the Prince," the Archivist wheezed, his voice like rustling leaves. "You've come a long way to find a ghost." The Price of the Key

But understanding didn't dull the sting of disappointment. That Christmas, I’d spent an entire month weaving Logan a traditional pack talisman by hand. It's a sacred gift from a she-wolf to her chosen Alpha, and I’d poured my love and blessings into every thread. Logan was thrilled when he received it. He swore it was the most precious gift he’d ever been given. A week later, I saw Lila wearing it at a coffee shop. “Logan gave you that?” I forced my voice to remain steady. Lila smiled sweetly. “He did. He said it would protect me. You don’t mind, do you, Aria? I mean, a human like me really needs protection in a city swarming with shifters.”