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Dalton was not lying. ***

she explained flexing her legs. “Okay I understand. They are actually short, thought it was just me that noticed. About those guys in class, The Daleton boys. Who are they?” I asked curiously. She gave a deep sigh before answering my question. “So the Daleton boys are the top three most popular and richest kids of Daleton prep. They rule the school and nobody dares to go against them. Rumors have it that they’re part of some elitist gang in the city but I’m not really sure about that. The three of them are really good looking and gorgeous and every girl in Daleton prep is inlove with them and believe they can get to date them.”

Dalton. He walked toward us with long, confident steps. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked straight on Ophelia. The hall grew quiet. People noticed him—of course, they did. He was Dalton Montclair, the richest man in the city, and his presence always demanded attention. But the way he was looking at her? It was pure fire. “I suggest you shut your mouth, Ophelia,” Dalton said coldly. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” Ophelia blinked, taken aback. "I—"

The rich aroma of roasted chicken wafted through the grand dining hall, but my appetite wasn’t enough to silence the whirlwind in my mind. Dalton—*King* Dalton—the most powerful and feared Lycan I’d ever encountered, was dying. Drusilla had said it so casually, as though it were just another piece of gossip, but the weight of her words clung to me. He seemed so indomitable, a force of nature that could crush anything in his path. Yet now, she claimed he was wasting away, cursed.

and I’ll pick us out some clothes and grab the towels.” He nodded and kissed my forehead before he headed in there. I let out a huge sigh. His emotions were all over the place and it was taking a toll on me. I could feel his sadness, exhaustion, and worry. They were thick and suffocating. I never truly understood the weight of being an Alpha until now. He worries for his people and everyone else that he hold dear to him. I’m amazed he doesn’t have some form of anxiety. I grabbed him a black shirt, dark ripped up blue jeans, and a pair of socks from him closet and sat them on the dresser. Then I reached in and grabbed a black pair of pants for me and a black shirt. We looked like the Addams

As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister. An abundant amount of words flamed from each page that quivered like a feather as it blew around me. The words; burned their sacred information into my eyes, soaking up each and every paragraph and phrase, a fountain of knowledge hurling itself at me and my wolf, consuming me and etching their distinct meaning into my very consciousness. And amongst the fluttering fury surrounding me, I saw Kellen, watching. “Miss. Langley, would you care to answer the question?” huh? I had tuned every

The bridge liked parties. “Ledger,” Sable said, and held up vellum that caught the moon wrong. The words were rust water; the seal was green wax with tiny teeth marked in it like someone had bitten a pastry. HAZEL DALTON, PROMISSORY, CALLER’S DUE. Callers; Jacob Dalton. Harper Dalton. My mouth tasted like iron for a second, the bad kind, the kind that came from swallowing someone else’s choices. The tattoos warmed under Grady’s hand and stayed warm, no spike, no panic. He loosened his palm when I breathed and the porch light in my ribs stayed on.

Epona strokes cloud dancers neck and continued to smile as she said “ he was born of my mare Misty Dancer and his sire is Your fathers steed Storm Cloud. he was meant to be the mount for your mother but no one else in the high royal family could see has value. It pleases me to see somebody understands he worth.” Running her hand down Cloud Dancer’s neck one more time before turning to walk away. As she did she looked Andy in the eyes and said “ i’m glad he found the person he was supposed to be worth, because there are worse gods he could’ve ended up with.” After speaking her piece Epona walked back to the group courtiers waiting for her buy her horse.

Dalton opened the first drawer of his study table, pulled the bottle out of the zip bag and cautiously placed it down on the table. Taking his seat, Dalton leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Leaning closer, I sniffed it, only to confirm my doubts. “It was him.”

“Because I most certainly am.” “I–I’m sorry,” Sam said in a defeated tone. “Sorry for what exactly? Oh, you think you can now apologize and show compassion because you somehow know that I’m now your daughter. That’s just messed up.” I then looked at my mom. “And as for you, you’re messed up for what you did to dad.” “I did not want to break his heart. It was because Dalton found a love note from Sam to me that he was thrown out of the pack. So imagine if he would have found out that I had a child for Sam.”