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“You will not cage her. And you will not speak of her like she’s something less than us.” My voice wavered, just a fraction. It was enough. I felt it. So did they. Emotion cracked through the Alpha mask, ugly and inconvenient and real. “Because whether you like it or not,” I finished, jaw tight, “she’s already part of what comes next.” And I stood there, between fire and fear, knowing there was no walking this back. Silence slammed down like a blade. It wasn’t the respectful kind. It was the calculating kind, the kind where minds started rearranging alliances and weighing consequences faster than heartbeats. I felt it immediately, the shift in the air, politics sharpening their teeth.

“I would certainly like to add. Firstly, Alpha Alaric, I accept your offering and agree to aid and assist you and your pack should the need ever arise. It pleases me greatly to align my Delamere Forest Pack with you and The Blood Moon Pack” “Fantastic, Alpha Benjamin I look forward to building a strong and sturdy relationship with you and your pack” I watched the exchange in words between both men noticing how their body languages gave a whole new story. They were aligning for a reason and given their reputations, it wouldn’t be a good reason.

I asked and he shook his head. “I don’t know how accurate it is, but I know that things are going to be complicated from here.” He said, and I looked at Ryan who was quiet throughout the whole thing. I knew that him being the Alpha’s current beta, he would be lost in so many thoughts, but right now, we needed to know whether or not they needed our help. “They are in their graves…”

"Ow, you didn't have to hit me." "Its because he's not an Alpha you know. I mean he's nice, just not..." Juliette gave Jazz a blank look. She couldn't be serious. "Alphas want mates of high status, almost every Alpha has an arranged marriage set up from the day they were conceived," Juliette grumbled, stabbing her food again. (Keeping in mind Mates are chosen not given) "Yeah yeah yeah," Jazz sighed deeply. "Hey Juliette or whatever your name is, come sit over here."

Shaking my head, I open my eyes and answer him flatly, “Honestly, I don’t know where I was going, but to me it seemed that I was intruding, and I didn’t want to bother you any longer.” “Woman. What on earth are you talking about? She is my beta. One of my second in command. I was merely calming her and assuring her that everything would be alright.” He says in a louder tone than he should have because now everyone is staring at us. When the doctor walks up to us, he pats Alexander on the back and asks quietly, “Is everything alright here, Alpha?”

Other packs Alphas have other capabilities as well which we don't, we are just diverse in our own ways. I set the statement earlier as a trap to see if he will say something else or confirm that Brian is his best friend, with his response I'll ascertain the level of closeness they have with each other. With this, I can analyze if Brian would listen to him if he would ever say something and from there, we make our plans, Ethan and I. "Your brother the Alpha is just my best friend because of his Beta who was my best friend and is still one." He sends.

Aria grimaced, what’s with these old people and getting unnecessarily angry? She just asked for the organization's name. “Uhmm, sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to annoy you. I just wanted to know where I would work. And also, yes, I agree it’s a good offer.” He looked at her for a moment, then his gaze softened. “Alpha’s Turnout,” he said. That was the name. Of course, she had heard that name before; she had wondered what type of name that was. But also, she had admired the decor she saw in magazines.

“Did I give you permission to leave?” I blinked, puzzled, and turned to him with a frown. “No, you didn’t but—” “No buts Little Wolf,” he interjected. “I didn’t give you permission. That is all.” My frown deepened, and I felt a moment of misgiving start to creep over my happiness. “Yes, Alpha,” I acquiesced eventually. “I apologise.” Again, even though nothing in his expression changed, some sixth sense told me that the Alpha was enjoying this new arrangement between us.

“She must be cleansed.” Only one voice—deep, slow, and chilling—rose above the others. “No. She must be claimed.” A shadowed figure stepped forward, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “If Kael thinks he’s the only Alpha with a claim, he’s forgotten how ruthless we can be.” His eyes gleamed silver. “She will kneel to someone. The question is—who will be strong enough to make her?”

Even the building looked different, like I was seeing it through slightly distorted eyes. Halfway down the corridor, I remembered what Martha had told me on one of the days she had tended to me, and the thought made my steps slow down. She had looked at me carefully, like she was deciding how much to say and how much to keep back. “You should be careful around the Alpha,” she had said quietly, glancing toward the hallway like she didn’t want anyone to hear her. “People don’t really talk about him, but there are things… Strange things. He’s not like the others here.”