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I ask, and her glare intensifies. “About twenty percent more than the strongest human on earth. An alpha is fifty percent more powerful than the most powerful regular werewolf. A god is about eighty percent more powerful than the most powerful alpha. River, I’m still not sure what it is with you, but you’re at least twenty percent more powerful than a god. You know what is more powerful than a god? Nothing.” She gives me a blank and unimpressed look. “Listen to me, the alphas came for you, and that isn’t even the last of them. The gods will start coming for you, too, and I need you to level up, fast.” She scoffs. All her pain transforming into anger at my words.

The Alphas at the tournament won’t hold back either. Maxim is the toughest opponent I have ever encountered, besides Alpha Menno. He has no significant weak points, no flaws. His technique, speed and strength are exceptional. Although Alphas are genetically superior to others by nature, Maxim is on another level among all the Alpha heirs I have ever seen. I didn’t get out much, and I haven’t seen other Alphas fight, but you can just tell by his aura. He trains hard for it though. He deserves all the credit he is getting.

I started leafing through it and saw some pictures, as well as symbols, and some titles, but I didn't stop to pay attention to anything. "Open to chapter five," Hyperion asked me, and I answered. 'Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Omega, Delta and Theta' So there were two classifications I didn't know about. "I'll start from the top and then explain the other two." Hyperion began to speak, I could feel the passion he had for teaching, and I smiled. "Alphas are those who lead, they are usually the strongest, the most agile and the most resilient. Each pack has a main Alpha, who leads the pack in general. But there isn't just one Alpha, the others usually hold prominent positions, like the owner of a compan

Even my breast is pressing so hard against his hardened manly chest. Can how he be so heavily built? Wolfs his age aren't as strong or heavily built as he is, well I'm guessing the reason is because he is an Alpha. Alpha's are naturally stronger, but if you ask me I'd say he is much more stronger than an Alpha. I heard from some of my class mates then, well five years ago I think,boast that he fought with two Alpha's and won against them, the most trilling thing is that he fought them at the same time and still came out victorious. I didn't belive that rumour and I still don't think I still do.

Though none have lived up to his expectations either, he always says they are too weak to run the pack, though any of them would be great at it, they had alpha blood after all. My mother was an Alpha, though my brother's mother Clarice was an omega, so he thinks that makes them weak. One day I can see them snapping, sometimes I pray for it. My father is right though, I owed him, if it weren’t for me, we never would have become rogue. Maybe Tate is right, maybe my father is no better than his father, though at least mine didn’t kill his mate with his bare hands and turn into a psychotic monster like Tate’s.

“Negative, the calculation is flawed,” Kael surprised my system with the update. “Alpha Alaric operates with the mild temperament of an elder whose wolf has settled into the winter of its cycle. The uncles represent the true tyrants of the line.” My expression urged his tongue to release the secondary data.

The tension in the Den eased but did not disappear entirely. It lingered like smoke after a fire, thin and fading, yet still detectable in the occasional sharp glance or tightened jaw. My heavy, round belly rested between the three alphas like a living bridge. The strong kicks continued, pressing firmly against their overlapping hands, as if the pups were reminding everyone that they belonged to all of them.

Probably in discomfort from the demeaning position. He must have noticed that he was being watched and knelt straighter allowing his arms to fall back to the side He was obviously in discomfort. Soon Ashriel thought. he’d release him in ten minutes. The young alpha returned back three hours later. Yes, a tad bit longer than he had intended to but he had to get his thoughts in order first like he was going to do about his prisoner The Blackclaw alpha had two sons, Kraven and Therion. Both sturdy males who had obviously inherited their father's muscular nature. Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap.

“As if our life isn’t messy enough as it is. No, we need more twists and turns apparently.” A barely there smile stretches across his lips, “hey, I’m sure they will figure everything out. The Alphas are smart guys, even if one of them is a little crazy, but together, they’re a force to be reckoned with. And besides, I believe that if anyone knows how the underworld works, it has to be a demon, right?” I listen to David carefully, slowly nodding my head in agreement. Just because I don’t want to admit it doesn’t mean I can’t get his point. I wholeheartedly believe that there isn’t anyone who can notice more things than guards do.

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Allen raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Sebestian chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."