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In a matter of no time, I will have my sweet Amelia back here all to myself I sighed out of relief my wolf whimpered and I just pray that this works. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey y'all I'm so sorry it took me forever to update I have been working on my next book when I had several chapters of An Alphas Granddaughter written my laptop shut down and deleted everything, I am currently rewriting everything but decided to post this chapter I hope you all enjoy please comment and like letting me know what you all think Love y'all.

His voice ran chillingly. “So what… if I… wanted her?” Greyson choked out, his words wheezing between coughs. “She’s just… a thing… we Alphas… can use… at our… disposal. You shouldn’t… treat me… like this…” Alpha Damon dropped the hand that was curled around Greyson’s throat and turned away. My heart sank. Did he agree with what Alpha Greyson had said? Tears returned to my eyes and flowed freely. How could he? Alpha Greyson massaged his neck and coughed violently. “You made the right choice, Alpha Damon.” He smirked and turned his gaze to me. “Sluts like that need to be manhandled by Alphas like us and disposed of. How dare she—”

However, when I turned to look at him, my brain at that moment decided to remind me that I am also, a girl and that Alpha Gray easily had to be one of the most attractive people I'd ever had the good grace to meet. He had a chiseled chest, that was all muscle, as I had found out earlier when I walked into it. His hair was a deep, rich, chocolate brown, and was from what I could tell, full and thick. I found myself wondering what it would be like to run my hands through it... grab it…use it to pull his face in close to my…of course, at that moment my jaw fell open at the direction of my own thoughts, and with my luck, Alpha Gray turned around at the same time. "See something you like, Doll?"

His hands were in the pockets of his jeans, and he didn't bother to force a smile back at me when I gave him one, although mine felt more like a grimace. "From the Shadow Paw Pack," The next Alpha announced, and I looked over at the woman standing to his left. She was beautiful. She was short with auburn hair pulled up in a high ponytail and warm, wide green eyes. "I present my eldest daughter, Tatum Blair!" Her pack went wild, and she looked nervous as she returned my smile with a genuine one of her own. It was a relief to know that I wouldn't be alone. I would have a friend here amongst the suitors, and I felt myself relax slightly.

Elma, I'm sorry this took so long. I wanted to pick out something perfect for you. An Alpha always repays his debts. Your Alpha I nearly gasped, he remembered me? He thought about me even when I was not around? I slowly pulled out a shimmering baby blue gown with the most esquisite drop sleeves. "Wow" I whispered as I held it up. "You should wear it to the second challenge tomorow," Dani said from across the room unenthusiasticly.

He smiled at me, unfazed by my hideous face. “Aren’t you sickened by me? I’m ugly, and I was trying to free the world of myself until you rudely interrupted me,” I demanded, ignoring his desire for my name. “Sickened? Far from it, if I may say, you’re quite beautiful; so ugly isn’t a fair name.” His warm smile hadn’t faltered in the slightest, and I began to believe he was genuine. “Katherine Cain,” I admitted, lowering my voice as I lowered my head; staring at the ground in defeat. “Why did you have to save me?”

That's more like it," Alpha Gray remarked, his voice laced with approval as he regarded me with a mixture of surprise and admiration. But his smile faltered as he caught sight of the change that swept over me, the transformation that signaled the awakening of my true power. I could feel it coursing through my veins, a surge of strength and vitality that pulsed with each beat of my heart. My hair shimmered like moonlight, a cascade of silvery white that trailed behind me like a cloak of shadows. Alpha Gray's eyes widened in astonishment, a flicker of uncertainty passing across his features as he beheld the transformation before him. But there was no time for hesitation, no room for doubt as I

When I blinked and whispered something, she let out a shaky breath, whispering thanks to the heavens. Dad groaned weakly. He was alive but badly hurt, trapped against the steering wheel. Blood trickled from a deep cut on his forehead. Before we could catch our breath, a low, deep growl rumbled from outside the shattered windows. Then another. And another. Shadows moved through the smoke. Outside, huge wolves, circling us like predators stalking wounded prey. I opened my eyes a little and saw a huge black wolf walking toward the crash. As it got closer, it changed into a man. I froze. It was Alpha Damon. But how did he find us?

"Professional work, Alpha. Someone who knew what they were doing, who had proper supplies and training." Someone who knew what they were doing. Catherine Montgomery, whose finishing school education had apparently included more practical skills than I'd given her credit for. "Where is he now?" I asked, my voice rougher than intended as the implications crashed over me like cold water. "Sleeping off the trauma in the common den," Elena replied. "But Alpha, there's something else. Something strange." Strange. In a world where shapeshifting was commonplace, where magic sustained impossible architecture and roses bloomed out of season, strange was a relative concept.

“I thought you were done with this. With wolves. With pack politics. With all of it.” “I am done with it.” “Then why are you letting that little girl drag you back?” She downed the scotch in one swallow. “With her silly problems? Her dramatics? She shows up here and suddenly you’re playing Alpha again? Training her? What’s next, Alexander?” “Nobody’s dragging me back into anything.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “I’m helping her the only way I know how instead of watching her suffer.” “Suffer?” Vivian’s smile turned cruel. She poured another drink. “She’s twenty years old with a roof over her head and someone cooking her meals. What exactly is she suffering from?”