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“They will have power beyond imagination. Faster than any wolf, stronger than any pack. But cursed never to bond with another Alpha. If they do… both of you will suffer a death that does not end.” The words hit him like a blow to the chest. A Shadow Alpha. He’d only heard that name once before—in whispers older than memory, in the cautionary tales told around dying fires. Lucas staggered to a rock formation, bracing himself. Visions flashed through his mind—a child, his child, growing up in solitude, feared for their strength, doomed to live a life surrounded by duty and silence, knowing that love—true love—would be the noose around their throat.

Moonlight flickered off the glyphs burned across the corpse’s ribs, symbols of possession and shadow-binding. “What else?” I said. Ronan hesitated. Ronan never hesitated. “They’re moving with purpose, Xavier. Not starving. Not scattered. They’re…organized.” My spine stiffened. “A commander?” “A leader,” he corrected softly. “Someone they call the Shadow Alpha.” The name scraped through my senses like a blade. A presence I’d felt lingering in the fringes of every recent attack. An echo in the corrupted rogues’ minds. A force ripping sanity out of wolves and leaving them hollow.

Not until his gaze landed on a poster—then his pupils shrank sharply. "Who changed this?" His voice trembled with fury. "Who the hell changed the poster? Get out here!" For five years, every Blood Shadow promotional poster had featured our photo. The bond between us wasn't just love—it had been a political pillar, a symbol of unity that stabilized his Alpha status and won the respect of neighboring packs. But now, that sacred image had been replaced—by a photo of Nicholas and Chanelle in bed. The office filled with murmurs. Elders sent envoys to confirm the scandal's authenticity.

he demands. The rogue laughs again, sounding almost insane now. “You think this is a coincidence?” he coughs. “You think the Moon Goddess suddenly blessed broken wolves out of pity?” Fear creeps slowly into my chest. Because deep down… I’ve been wondering the same thing. Maverick suddenly slams the rogue against the wall hard enough to crack it. “Talk carefully,” he warns dangerously. The rogue winces in pain but keeps smiling. “The Shadow Alpha already knows she awakened,” he whispers while looking directly at me upstairs. “And he wants what belongs to him.”

He was an old wolf named Alpha Cyrus, who held the final political authority. “Alpha Cyrus!” Justin called, his voice sharp. “I protest the presence of the Shadowood Alpha and his consort! This woman has no official status and is using an illegal power granted by the Moon Goddess!”

And I had seen it. And in that moment, I knew: the Alpha wouldn’t wait in the shadows anymore. The shadow and the mate were coming together, and what happened next – from Veyra, from us, or from fate itself – would change everything.

Woke up in the locker room alone, my mouth dry, her scent still fresh on my tongue. And the worst part? I liked it. I wanted to taste her again. Feel her shake under me. Feel her surrender. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Because once I let the wolf out, there’d be no putting it back in the cage. And this pack? This team? These boys I bled for? They wouldn’t survive the fallout. They didn’t know what I really was. They thought I was just another alpha. Just another strong bloodline. They didn’t know I was cursed.

I was staring at a monster, a literal nightmare, and I was just a girl who knew nothing about any of this. "Conner!" Derek’s voice was sharp now. He grabbed Conner’s shoulder again, harder this time. "What?!" Conner spun around, a low growl vibrating through the room. "I am dealing with this creature!" "We have to go. Now," Derek said, his face dead-white. "I am not finished!" "Your father is dead, Conner!" Derek yelled, his voice cracking. "The Alpha... he's gone." The room went deathly silent. Conner froze. The terrifying ripples in his skin slowed, then stopped. He looked at Derek, his red eyes wide with a sudden, devastating hollow. The monster seemed to drain out of him, leaving behind

“That’s not a hunting cry.” “No,” Kael agreed grimly. It was a declaration. “They’re calling allies,” Lira said. The realization settled heavily over the clearing. The Shadow Alpha had not retreated in defeat. He had withdrawn to prepare. And now he was announcing it. Rhys looked between Kael and Lira. “If he unites the outer territories under fear, this won’t remain isolated.” “No,” Kael said. “It becomes a coalition war.” Lira felt the weight of it pressing against her chest.

In fact, it was plain disrespectful and showed a lack of good leadership. “So you need to come with us.” Onyx stepped toward him. “If your Alpha wants to speak to me, he’s welcome to come and find me.” “You really don’t want to play this game. We’re members of the Bane Pack. Our Alpha is the Shade.” Onyx just looked at him blankly. “As I said, if he wants to speak to me, he’s welcome to come find me.” “You have no idea who you’re fucking with.” “Neither do you.”