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Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

“Black Wolf, as the captain of the personal guard, you are loyal. I like you. Why don’t you serve me instead? And when I return to the capital, I’ll make you a minister or whatever. What do you say?” The man stared at Noir and grinned wider, expressing his interest. Pfft! Noir spat in the Second War God’s face without hesitance and shouted, “F*ck you. You? You little piece of coward sh*t, you don’t even have the balls to fight Andy like a man. All you rely on is your dirty tactics and you dare speak loud in front of me. You must be asking for a beating.” The Second War God was infuriated by his words.

Mike's big hand covered mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Incarnation of Gaea, do you think you can stand against me?” The old God asked, his breath stinking like rot and decay, I could see black flecks spraying from his mouth with his words. “I think we can,” I said, my eyes narrowing on his expanse of sliding flesh. The skin on his body, if you could call it that, was still peeling and falling off with a glopping sort of splat when it hit the ground. I saw Zach’s nose wrinkle as he eyed the offending pile of flesh and Lance cringed at the stink. Perses lifted his head to the sky, his neck making loud crunching sounds as the bones ground together. Like I said, she clearly had really q

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THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

But as I stand in the shadows, I can’t help but feel the creeping unease in my gut. “Something’s wrong,” I murmur to myself, glancing over my shoulder. I hear footsteps, quick, sharp, too close. And then the attack comes. A rogue wolf. A massive creature, eyes glowing, fangs bared, charging from the darkness. I don’t have time to think. My body reacts before my mind can catch up. The power inside me surges like it’s been waiting for this moment. The shadows twist around my hands, pulling at the ground beneath me, creating a shield of darkness in front of me.

he whispered, brushing his hand away before turning to the crowd. His voice boomed, deep and commanding, carrying divine weight. "Your Luna is blessed by the Gods, and so are her three pups. I know your Alpha will fight to protect them with his life, but hear me well: anyone who dares to harm them will also face the full wrath of the God of War." The sheer power in his words rolled through the hall like a crashing wave. The pack trembled and dropped to their knees, every one of them, except for the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma couples who stood stiff and defiant behind Kai.

KERES~ I was in the middle of a meeting with a few of my men about border patrols when her voice filtered through my senses like thick smoke. Suffocating and annoying but not spoken aloud. The bond hummed it straight into my skull, her painful scream. I gripped the edge of the table with restraint as my wolf claws at me mercilessly from the inside. I couldn’t move. “Fucking Drakon” I muttered. The warriors with me were starting to notice my plight so I ordered them to leave “You’re dismissed”

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"Miss Eckhart, don't blame me... Mr. Sterling said that if I kept you in here for half an hour, he'd move my husband into the best hospital ward. "I can't afford to offend the Sterling family. I'm sorry!" Her footsteps faded away. The opening bell rang at exactly the right moment. I looked around and fixed my eyes on the only window in the restroom, locked tight. The next second, I grabbed the wooden mop nearby and smashed it into the glass. Crash. The window shattered. Sharp shards cut a deep gash across the back of my hand. I kicked off my heels, gripped the edge of the frame with bare hands, ignored the glass slicing into my palms, and forced myself over.