Novel & Cerita Book None Of The Above

another mutters, sniffing the air. Then—A growl. Low. Barely audible. But it vibrates through Alaric’s chest. The air shifts. Thick. Heavy. His scent unfurls, sharp and commanding. Alpha. The reaction outside is instant. A shuffle backward. A sharp inhale that cuts off laughter. “What the—shit, that’s not a beta,” one of them mutters. “No. That’s an alpha. And he’s already claimed this one.” My stomach twists, but the fear loosens just slightly. Alaric says nothing. Just stands there, still and dangerous, an alpha behind a flimsy stall door.

Her hair was braided back, her eyes stormy with promise. Toran stood opposite her, shirtless, his torso a canvas of scars and tattoos. His muscles flexed with each breath, his aura radiating dominance. The Elder raised his hand. “This is a challenge by combat. No weapons. No magic. Only strength and will. The fight ends when one yields—or cannot stand.” Luna’s gaze never left Toran. She rolled her shoulders, ready. The Elder dropped his hand. “Begin.” Toran lunged first, fast for a man his size. Luna sidestepped, barely, but his fist grazed her ribs. She retaliated with a swift kick to his thigh, sharp and precise.

Before I could finish, Joshua cut me off sharply. "Enough. I don't want to hear your excuses." His eyes were cold, filled with disapproval. "As the Luna of this pack, you're supposed to be kind and gentle. If you keep acting like this, I'll postpone our marking ceremony indefinitely!"