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She asked with mock tenderness. Alpha jolted like he was familiar with the question and knew the answer but wasn’t prepared to give it. His look flicked to me and then to the Ambbuttador who was watching with rapt attention, before he forced himself to smile. “Personally, I’m an Aries who loves the band Franz Ferdinand and rebelling.” He raised his eyebrow. “What are sorcereses?”

“Let me in, sweet thing. Stop fighting. You know how good it felt. My touch. My command.” But then came another voice. Kael. “You are mine. Come back to me. Fight him.” Luna clenched her fists in the void. I am not yours, Dren. Not anymore. She screamed, her voice pure energy—and light burst from her chest, banishing the shadows. --- Kael reached the clearing just as Dren’s ritual circle flared red. The rogues snarled, but Kael didn’t stop. He slammed into the nearest one, teeth ripping through flesh. His warriors joined the fray, fur and blood clashing in chaos.

The ground continued to tremble beneath our feet as more poured through the forest, bringing with them that vile scent. I froze mid-battle, taking in the sheer number of them. There were too many for us to fight. In seconds we would be overwhelmed. In minutes, we’d all be dead. I had no way to communicate with the other contestants, to tell them that we needed to run and get out of here, so I did the only thing I could think of. I threw back my head and unleashed a deafening howl. It was a soul-piercing sound reserved solely for when an Alpha or Luna met their end. Never had it been used for anything else. The howl captured the attention of the other contestants, and even a few of the rogues

“This is a letter from Crystalbell.” “Her name is just as awful as her handwriting,” Maverick muttered. “You’d never imagine a name like that written in perfect, normal font.” Aurora snickered. “By the way, do you want me to read this aloud?” “Please. I can’t make sense of it. It all looks like poorly drawn lines, circles, and dots,” he said, gesturing helplessly. “You’re an Alpha of a pack, the feared Lycan King,” Aurora teased. “You’ve received notes of help, alliances, and threats from countless people. You can’t tell me you’ve never seen worse handwriting than this.”

he whispered. Then he heard it. A scream. He stood, already running before the sound ended. --- The Cult’s Offering Near a clearing, torches burned bright. A girl knelt on an altar made of cracked stone, chains around her wrists. Hooded figures chanted in an ancient language, surrounding her with symbols drawn in blood. They raised a dagger—a twisted blade that pulsed like it was alive. Alaric didn’t speak. He didn’t ask questions. He moved like smoke, like death.

The second we touch, his voice gets louder in my head. Hello, wife. The pack elder raises his hands. "We gather today to witness the joining of two souls, two hearts, two packs. Alpha Marcus of the Redwood Pack and Aria, daughter of Alpha Jonathan of the Silvermoon Pack." "The bride and groom will recite their own vows," the elder says. "Alpha Marcus?"

But as I open my mouth to call out to him, a guttural, agonizing scream escapes my lips, reverberating throughout the cave. The sound is so piercing, so filled with anguish, that it seems to slice through the air like a knife. Alaric's steps falter, his eyes widening in alarm as he turns towards me at the entrance of the cavern. His brows furrow in concern, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. He can feel the intense energy radiating from me, a palpable force that crackles in the air like electricity.

The smell of alcohol and lust burned my nose but underneath it all, two scents clawed at me like wolves in heat. One was Arlo. Dominant. Bitter spice. Danger. The other... unfamiliar. Cold magic. Nightshade and ashes. Ivy beamed as we approached the table. “Hi again,” she breathed at Briar, who stood with a grin. Arlo didn’t move, he didn’t speak. He just stared at me, his eyes devouring every inch of my body like I was prey. He looked like sin made flesh...dark, furious, beautiful. “You’re late,” he said softly, voice like velvet over blades.

Alesa screamed at her with tears in her eyes "Pathetic, you only know to cry and get sympathy" Alexa screamed at her. "Atleast I cry. What about you? Huh? Everytime you hurt someone intentionally and then come and be like 'I'm sorry, I didn't meant it' " Alesa said mimicking her. "Get the fuck off " Alexa screamed and slapped Alesa "What the hell is going on here?" Lorenzo asked her sister entering the living room with Dylan on his side. He went to them and stood in front of them with his hands crossed. Both of the sisters had fear in their eyes and they looked damn scared and all of them can feel It.

My head swam with questions that I didn’t have time to answer and before I knew it I blurted out: “What are you talking about? My family doesn’t owe you anything,” I shouted before quickly shutting my mouth in surprise. What the hell was I doing talking back to an alpha? “She may be good at ballet Sinclair but she’s not very bright is she?” The Blue Moon alpha replied in a cruel tone, and I heard a small growl rumble in Lorenzo’s chest. “Leave her alone, any business you have to settle you can settle with me,” Lorenzo said cooly and the Blue Moon alpha laughed.