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I say agreeing with him. "He's strong, too strong for a wolf, he's doing something," Alpha says looking at us. "Something?" I ask, is he like shooting up steroids? "He's working with the vampires, and it's why he's strong," Scotty says and I turned to him. "We know he is," I say. "The vampires are the reason he's that strong," Scotty says and everyone else nods, everyone but me. "How do we make him less strong then?" I ask.

“We’ll know in a moment.” A few seconds later, Stefan emerged from the trees. He was as sensual looking as Leesa remembered, with his jet black hair falling to his shoulders, his impossibly dark eyes, and his lithe, athletic body. Stefan was less powerfully built than Rave, but according to Rave was physically stronger by far. Rave was faster, however, and possessed his volkaane fire besides. Both men were accounted among the most powerful of their respective kinds. If it ever came to a fight between them, Leesa knew it would be a battle unlike any other. Fortunately, she was pretty sure such a contest would never come to be.

“You don’t know the man like I do.” “Then tell me,” she challenged. Peter’s gaze hardened. “He has the best personal defenses I’ve ever seen. The men around him, they’d rather die than let anything touch him, and Blackwood himself, he’s fucking fast, stronger than anyone his age should be. I've barely ever seen the man sleep. Sometimes, I think he doesn’t.” Eliana folded her arms. “Exactly, you've never seen, doesn’t mean there isn’t one, you've just got to try.”

Alpha Peter confessed. “Why would you let him leave to face rogues and possible nearby threats alone?” I demanded, my voice held frustration and concern. Alpha Peter’s response was calm but firm. “He has pack warrior with him,” he explained. “And you shouldn’t underestimate your mate. He’s gotten significantly stronger since you’ve come back to him.” I felt somewhat reassured by his words, which brought to mind Alpha Jacob’s strength and endurance. I felt in my heart that he was a powerful Alpha who would be difficult to kill, even despite my worries. I let out a deep breath and acknowledged Alpha Peter’s explanation.

Slowly, I moved my hand up his leg, feeling the coarse fabric of his suit pants beneath my fingertips. "But," I continued, pausing for maximum effect before pulling my hand away, "I've also heard Steve is much more powerful than you. Maybe I should have asked him to join me tonight." Gerard scoffed, immediate and visceral. "Steve? He can't even do his own dirty work. That's not power; that's laziness." I leaned in slightly, allowing the corners of my lips to curl into a teasing smile. "Really? A man like him, lazy?"

Peter raised his eyes, staring directly into mine, with a hint of suspicion on his face. "I mean, with your father's and The Dark Night Pack's strength and influence back then, even if other pack Alphas coveted The Dark Night Pack's resources and wealth, they wouldn't dare declare war directly on your father. At most, a few big Alphas might have the audacity, but there would never be such a united front. Moreover—" Peter's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something crucial. He leaned forward, closing the distance between us.

"I was thinking... do you need a girlfriend? My family is trying to auction me off to some tundra Alpha to steal my shares. I need someone to help me shred their plans for a while. Would you be my boyfriend for three months?" I wasn't the pup I used to be. The way Peter had been guarding me went beyond simple pack courtesy. I had severed my bond with Ethan, and with Lila and her schemes lurking, I knew I should stay away from the Draven Alpha. But if he truly felt a pull toward me, I was ready to use it to survive. Peter’s eyes turned the color of a stormy sea. "I don't need a girlfriend," he replied, a subtle, dark smile playing on his lips. "But I am lacking a Luna. Interested in the title

I couldn't believe that this old man actually was about to assault me right in front of Peter. Peter was a wreck, sobbing hysterically, "Why are you doing this to me? You are the two people I love the most. Why did you both have to betray me at the same time?" My heart wrenched when I saw how much grief he was in. I resisted with everything I had. "Let go of me now, you old coot. How could you do this?" Nonetheless, Anthony seemed to be possessed, refusing to give up until he got his way. As a weak young woman, I was no match for a brusque man who engaged in manual labor all year round. In other words, it was pointless to put up a fight.

His torn suit hung on him in tatters as he moved his mended arm back and forth experimentally before smiling with satisfaction. "What the hell was that?" choked out Zander, his face a mask of disgust. "What are you?" Peter chuckled sourly. "Sorry to spring that on you without warning." He didn't sound sorry. "Just one of the perks of the Blessing." "You call that a perk?" snapped Zander with derision. "You're some kind of demon." Peter sneered, "I'm more powerful than you'll ever be, half-breed." His body tightened as if preparing to spring forward. Zander crouched, pivoting to keep Peter in front of him.

Seeing them just confirmed what I had thought all along. "Alvara, dear. Please step back a few meters. I don't want blood marring that perfect skin of yours," Ciaran purred again, side stepping one of Peter's punches. Doing as I was told, I scooted away from their fight, watching closely. "Good girl." Ciaran was released, effectively dodging blows and solidly landing his own. From my point of view, it seemed an unfair fight. Peter was faster, stronger. The Alpha came from a rogue background, meaning true Alpha blood didn't run through his veins.