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Alpha Nicholas Exactly 6 hours and 32 minutes after we left the cells, we welcomed future Alpha Wade into the world. He came into this world kicking and screaming, weighing 9 lbs 3oz, and is one incredibly long pup. He is going to grow into a big guy when he's older, and I can't wait to see every minute of it. I may have missed the first few years of my daughter's life because I didn't know about her, but I'll be damned if I'm going to miss any part of my son's life.

I lifted my face, full of fury, and looked straight into the eyes of the man I’d defied my father for. “I, Alpha Luca Miller, reject you as my Luna, Victoria Bianchi, for bringing neither power nor heirs to Creston Pack, and I condemn you to serve as a breeding Omega for the benefit of my people.”

Her mind refused to connect him to the most famous script writer in the country. "Good day sir, I am thankful for the compliment," Alexa commented as she reached out her hands for a handshake. She had already guessed the identity of the old man on seeing him. After all, her investigation showed that the old man had a strange habit and could go days without eating or dressing well just to get a good script. He was a total workaholic and a movie fanatic! "No no, no, no, no... I should thank you ... Thank you for coming into this world, my script would finally have a life with you in it, it would not just be a dead movie anymore." Tears gushed out from Jack's eyes as he held Alexa's hands.

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

"My heart didn't beat. My lungs didn't breathe. But Director Okonkwo's people brought me back. They used magic and science and things that shouldn't exist. They made me... this." Phoenix held up a hand, and it became translucent, like smoke. "I exist between life and death. I can touch both worlds. And Director Okonkwo has spent five years teaching me to use that power. To heal. To harm. To control." "This child is confused," Nadia said quickly. "The procedures used to save them were intensive. They've had difficulty distinguishing reality from…" "I can prove it," Phoenix said. "Watch." The child walked to where one of the Council Elders sat, an ancient man who looked frail and sick. Phoenix

As I walked up the stairs to their home, Commander Winston walked up besides Lance asking where Phoenix was. “I believe she’s here, but I need to have some time with my mate to figure out what’s going on with her.” Deep down I smirked saying ‘my mate’ because she was mine, not his. I knocked on the door and her father answered. “Mr. Greeley, is Phoenix here?” “Yes she is.” Lance tried to move between myself and Commander Winston trying to walk in and was stopped by his dad. “Dad what gives, I live here.” “Not right now, you don’t.”

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

"I'm sorry about that, Elle. I want to check the arm. Hold it out gently and I will check and examine it." Elle did as she had been told to and Damien held her arm gently, running his palm up and down the length of it. As he ran his palm over her wrist, Elle tensed. He peered at it more closely again before using his thumb to feel something there. As he pressed her wrist, she let out a sharp scream and Damien was amazed by how Ariel had managed to do something like this. "Elle, I am afraid your wrist has been dislocated," he said and Elle gasped in surprise.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.