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Then she delivered the sentence that finally exhausted what little patience I still possessed. She leaned farther across the enormous mahogany desk before speaking with complete seriousness. “There is still another solution. Take Thalira as your official mistress. She comes from one of the strongest bloodlines guarding our western borders. She is powerful, respected and loyal to Silverclaw. Most importantly, only she is worthy of carrying the Varlor bloodline.” My wolf exploded inside my chest. A low… Dangerous… Unmistakable growl escaped my throat. Every glass ornament resting throughout the study vibrated violently.

"They are my family. No one else’s." "Do not play corporate games with me, Director," Dominic growled, stepping closer until his massive frame completely blocked the light above me. His powerful, ancient Lycan scent—a mix of dark cedar, winter frost, and raw dominance—flooded my senses, making my inner wolf stir with an electric shock. "This boy carries the pure, blinding silver fur trait. That trait does not belong to standard pack wolves. It belongs exclusively to the direct royal line of Apex Global. It belongs to my bloodline."

"But I want the names of the bloodlines attending." Isolde smiled, thoroughly satisfied as she stood up from her fur-lined chair. "Fenrick will handle the logs and schedule your presentation." "My presentation?" Michaels asked, his brow furrowing. "The buyers must know your lineage and your temperament," Isolde explained, walking toward the heavy oak doors. "They need to know the value of the prize before they fight for it." Michaels followed her out into the main hall where Fenrick Vale sat waiting. The scribe looked up from his ledger, his eyes flashing with sudden excitement. "He accepted the terms?"

A raspberry that is apparently the most valuable supernatural being to enter the pack world in eighty years. "My father knew this," I say. "Your father has known since before the contract," Nadia says. "He had the old texts. He knew what a Volana and Iron Fang pairing would produce. He chose Bastien specifically. Not for political leverage." She stops. "For genetics." I hear Soren exhale slowly from his chair by the door. "He needed the most powerful Alpha bloodline available," I say. "Iron Fang is the oldest and strongest active line on the continent."

I said. "The Ashborne bloodline produces wolves larger, stronger, and more instinctively dominant than any standard Alpha line," Rosalind said. "It has been dormant for three generations. Your mother was the last carrier and she didn't manifest fully because the line skips." She held my gaze. "It doesn't skip in you." Annabella was very still across the table. Alfredo beside me hadn't moved. "My mother knew this," I said slowly.

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”

Raymond was quick to react, "Kronos would never be able to match our prices and terms. No history for that. They could not even beat the pricing of their competitors, ever! And these competitors have higher prices and stricter terms than ours." He was relieved because this one seemed so unlikely to be real, but he stopped short from saying to The Boss, "You’re too careful." The Boss drew on his cigar and pondered. He took a glimpse at Gina who was looking at him intently, hanging on his every word and ready to run with his instructions. He looked at Rhonda, but quickly turned his head toward … the door. He couldn't afford what reaction the sight might stir in him. Being aroused and feeling g

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

he starts to speak and my day starts to get worse "The night's partying must have been good, but here we have rules about working and delivering documents on time.” I look away from his beautiful eyes. " Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir.” He extends the coffee mug, its delightful aroma wafting through the air, much like his cologne. My boss dons a black suit that complements his dark hair and a sky-blue tie that harmonizes with his eyes. How can he be this good-looking? "I hope it doesn't happen again."