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Where was my electricity and my hum? "Ali girl, you know that Alfie is going to help you get the spark back. He's not going to stop until he turns you into a strong Alpha," Ezra told me, snapping me out my thoughts. I looked up at him. "Alfie is going to help you the best he can until you're back to where you're supposed to be. He likes you. He thinks you have potential to be very powerful. I do too, girl. You're going to leave Takiani with more power than you've ever felt," Ezra said softly. His voice calmed me, but only a little. My beast was angry and upset.

But the rhythm was the same—alive, indifferent, relentless. I passed a bookstore and paused. In the window, a display caught my eye. A stack of books titled Power Without Permission. My name on the cover. I stared at it longer than necessary. Not because I was proud. But because I remembered the girl who once believed power had to be granted. I stepped inside and bought a copy. At home, I placed the book on the shelf beside others—histories, theories, stories written by women who refused erasure. It fit there.

“Serves you right, you bastard. But on a serious note, stay away from Aya. She’s too young.” “I know, I will.” Zyane said in a hoarse whisper before turning to me with a smile."Well, at least I was right about your mate. She is a hell lot stronger than you." "Yeah, I kinda guessed that when I was chained to the wall in the cell opposite to yours," I said, grumpy to have been reminded. I mean, come on! You grow up in a patriarchal society, being reminded every step of the way that you are stronger than women, have more rights than them, and then you suddenly come face to face with someone who defies every rules, breaks all boundaries and makes you fall flat on your face. It takes time to adju

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"It's fake! It's black magic! A witch's illusion! She's fooling all of you!" She pointed at me, her face twitching uncontrollably. "You're a male Alpha! You raped me! I'm pregnant!" "It has to be black magic! Seize her! Seize that monster!" Her voice cracked, but I didn't look at her. I couldn't be bothered to waste another word. I closed my eyes and unleashed the full force of the Alpha presence I had suppressed for ten years. A shockwave of power erupted from me. It was the absolute dominance only an ancient pureblood could command. A palpable pressure swept from me, instantly filling every corner of the three-story hall.

"You've been watching me." "We're powerful men, Isabella. We notice things. And we've noticed that beneath your professional exterior, you're hungry for something more. Something darker. Something you're not getting from your mediocre boyfriends." He wasn't wrong. Isabella had always fantasized about powerful older men. About being dominated, shared, used. But she'd never acted on it. "This is sexual harassment," she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

She eagerly showed her own gum line with its holes, crying out: "I use my wolf fangs every day to craft stones. I finally managed to create a Beta enhancement stone after so much effort. Emma, I know you're talented, and I've always been mediocre, but you can't just steal the stone I poured my heart and soul into..." She angrily confronted me, her entire body radiating Alpha energy. Under the influence of the moon stone I had crafted, her Alpha aura was so potent that the entire pack knelt in submission. Everyone present was furious on behalf of the new Alpha, calling me a jealous schemer who couldn't stand to see others succeed.

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

Now that I realized he does not care a bit about me, why let him have his way? We females are the gender of strength we are mighty and brave. We are like a flower that does not think of competing with the flower next to it. We don't have to play masculine to be a woman of strength. Our strength is our voice, our vocal cords. We are queens and queens are not scared of fighting with their voices.