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Asher leaned against a black Escalade with a cigarette between his fingers, and his eyes glowed red in the darkness—the telltale sign of an Alpha losing control. He stared at me like a predator watching prey that thought it had escaped. "Long time no see, baby."

she asked warily. The doors opened again, and the scent of pine and smoke filled the air. Alpha Asher strode in, his presence commanding. Tall, powerful, with dark hair and piercing green eyes, he was the kind of Alpha who made others kneel without question. Alya’s blood ran cold. “This is Alpha Asher of the Moonlit Pack,” her father continued. “He has agreed to take you as his wife.” Alya’s breath caught in her throat. Marriage? She barely processed the murmurs of approval from the gathered pack members, the way her stepmother beamed in satisfaction. Her gaze darted to Asher, searching for any hint of warmth—of kindness.

I am sorry if it upsets you Alpha,' Dawn said avoiding Alpha Asher's gaze. 'You have not upset me in anyway Dawn. And you don't need to call me Alpha. My name is Asher,' Alpha Asher said gently. It was almost painful to watch their interaction. One could easily see that they were both battling with inner tormoil. Mateship was supposed to be an easy thing but to everyone in our circle, it seemed like there was always an obstacle before the real joy of mateship came through. 'I will ask for soldiers to follow you and make sure you have a good outing. Although you are perfectly safe as far as you are in the pack land,' Alpha Asher said before he got up and left us at the dining.

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She must think this is good news and I find myself crossing my fingers behind my back; this clearly means a lot to Lexie and whether I understand it or not, something big has happened here. “Thank you, Alpha, for your consideration.” Lexie lowers her head once more and slowly pushes herself to her feet, she doesn’t turn her back on us; she walks with her head lowered back the way she came. Once I’m alone with Gideon, I step close to him and place my hand on his muscled back; he shrugs out of my touch and starts walking away from me. “Come on, you need some food and I need some sleep.” Alpha Gideon is back in place and gone is the man who was kissing me senseless. I think I prefer the Gideon

Willow shuddered to think that The Huntress, the boogeyman of the shifters, had been haunting her town for the past few years. She didn't realize that Garin was eyeing her suspiciously. She flopped onto the couch, her head in her hands, and moaned. "I'm sorry, again. I guess I should explain judging by how freaked out you look," she muttered from behind her hands. "Yeah, that would be good," he replied, sitting on the other side of the living room. She mussed her auburn locks and stood, biting her lip. "I've never had another alpha call to me before," she began.

Regret? Before I can decipher it, a tall, powerfully built man materializes at Lyra's side. His hand comes to rest possessively on her lower back, and a wave of primal jealousy crashes over me. "Alpha Blackthorn," he says, his voice deep and resonant. "Welcome to Moonhaven. I am Asher, Alpha of Moonfire Pack." I force my attention away from Lyra, meeting Asher's piercing blue eyes. "Thank you for having me, Alpha Asher. I hope we can create a mutually beneficial arrangement between our packs."

I could at least hope. I filled the tub and got in. I let my mind drift when a knock came at my door. “Come in,” I yelled as I remained in the tub. “Hey, Alpha.” Alec’s voice came from the door to my room. “Joe’s here to see you.” Joe was my recently appointed Delta. He was a part of this pack before he left to do his own thing and then a few years ago came back. He was tired of living outside of the pack and asked to return. I welcomed him with open arms. He was older than me by at least a decade. But he was strong, and his eyes told me he had lived through some things that he would never talk about. I would never ask him.

"Professional work, Alpha. Someone who knew what they were doing, who had proper supplies and training." Someone who knew what they were doing. Catherine Montgomery, whose finishing school education had apparently included more practical skills than I'd given her credit for. "Where is he now?" I asked, my voice rougher than intended as the implications crashed over me like cold water. "Sleeping off the trauma in the common den," Elena replied. "But Alpha, there's something else. Something strange." Strange. In a world where shapeshifting was commonplace, where magic sustained impossible architecture and roses bloomed out of season, strange was a relative concept.

"See? Perfectly safe." I do not touch the food. "What do you want?" "To talk. To help you understand why this is happening. Why your father's choices led to this moment." He sets down his fork. "Alexander Reed was my friend once. Did you know that?" The name makes my chest tight. "No." "We grew up together. Trained together. Fought side by side for years." Asher's eyes go distant. "He was the best of us. Strong. Fair. Honorable. Everything an Alpha should be."