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And yes, for the last two weeks, thoughts of her made me regret my decision to enter the arena and leave her. I knocked at the Alpha’s office and went inside when I was let in. “Alpha…” I greeted him as I stood before his desk, my eyes darting at the photos scattered on his table. He was looking at them again. “Do you think this tattoo is fake? Just put in there to distract me from her real identity?” He asked as he pushed an enlarged photo of a female’s thigh with a rose tattoo and a snake around it. It was pixelated because of the enlargement.

As all Alphas have some are stronger than others. His freshly styled pompadour chocolate hair stood resolute against the calming autumn breeze, not one strand out of place. Rugged facial hair that made him look dangerous. His chiselled muscles just aching to burst from his well fitted white shirt and black slacks. With a noticeable thick black etching of tattoo's down both arms. A part of me wanted to see what else he has hiding beneath his clothes. Then my eyes met his they were sapphire blue, the pure rage he was sending my way was strong and unbearable, as if something inside me ached for his affection.

Warriors lined the perimeter. Beta Rowan stood near the front with Gamma Elias, both already in partial battle stance. Beyond the gate… Five wolves waited. Huge. Scarred. Dominant. And in the center stood their Alpha. Even from a distance his power was obvious. Tall. Broad. Black hair streaked with silver. Eyes the color of dried blood. The Bloodfang Alpha stepped forward slowly. The moment he crossed the boundary line… Damon’s aura exploded. Raw Alpha dominance flooded the clearing.

"Honestly shout. It could add some personality to you.” I slipped past her into the room. Sunlight streamed through the drapes illuminating the dust floating in the air. I put on my jeans and a tank top, my mind wandering back, to places I earnestly wanted to escape. Asher. My stomach tightened. Simply saying his name felt like inviting turmoil to flood my veins. He was my brother’s ally, the Alpha of the IronClaw pack a figure whose presence made enemies hesitate and inspired wolves to rise with pride. Command draped in leather. Determination. Scars carved from endurance. Every part of him was designed to command.

Though I still wasn’t sure how she managed it. “Alpha the border is secure. No Blood Moon wolves are lingering. Whatever the scouts came for they either got the information they wanted or…” “Or this was a distraction. FUCK!” I roared before closing the mind link. There was no such thing as coincidences, Alaric might be mad, but he wasn’t stupid.

Just like him, his wolf was also black. “Hey,” he said, his bushy brows furrowing as he spoke. King returned his greeting, exchanging greetings with the rest of his friends as well before taking a seat next to Articus. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized once again. “It’s not a big deal. We weren’t really talking about anything before you showed up,” Articus said, waving off his apology. “Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Blake reiterated. Blake Bennett was the alpha of the Yellow Cicada pack. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He was six foot three and very easygoing. His wolf was a red wolf.

replies Aren, not fully grasping what she speaks of. Mother Luna pauses for a moment, observing the two werewolves kneeling before her, each surrounded by an aura of different colour. Alpha Aren is golden and luminous, indicating his power. Beta Enril is encircled by blue, though very bright, signifying superior intellect, which causes him to furrow his brow.

She shrugged and looked into his eyes, stopping, as he stopped too. "My name is Bella. I'm a grey wolf." "Is that all?" "Pretty much." He frowned. "Family? Friends?" He watched her scrunch up her face as he mentioned. "Sorry, if that was a sensitive spot. I didn’t mean to." She looked at him. Yeah, that was a sensitive spot. Both parents, the former alpha and Luna of the split moon pack had died in a wildfire, one that the present alpha, her alpha, her fiancé, was the sole reason of. That's why she became delta, since her dad didn’t have any sons, while the beta's son became alpha.

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Ben's perplexed mutterings hinted at his unfamiliarity with such beings, and Calliope acknowledged their rarity with a knowing nod. Before Ben could introduce himself, Calliope's words cut through the air, leaving us both stunned. "I know who you are, Ben," she said, her voice carrying a note of intrigue. "The mate to the wise beta." Her attention then shifted to me, her eyes sparkling with an enigmatic knowledge. "Luna Monroe, mate to the Alpha, and also the daughter of the most wise wolf and a stubborn hunter I have ever known."