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‘We found Atalanta’s daddy,’ Atlas joked. “Well, someone did. Her mother tried to get rid of my mate, doing anything to weaken the fetus besides an actual abortion. In the end, it didn’t work, but that must mean my mate has some exceptional genetics. So it wouldn’t be farfetched to assume someone locally fathered a child with a human nineteen years ago, especially someone powerful like an alpha or beta.” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew it had to be true. Atalanta is strong, she has to have come from a powerful alpha male. ‘Alpha males do have a high libido,’ Atlas chimed in, reminding me of all the women that I had slept with. None compared to Atalanta. None even came close.

Some might have a better future for us. ‘I highly doubt that.' At this point, hoping and praying for something better than the truth is just foolish. The door opens and the Alpha steps into the room. I turned and froze. Standing at an imposing height, the Alpha is the embodiment of raw power and effortless dominance. Muscles ripple beneath his bronzed skin, every movement exuding an unshakable confidence that demands obedience. His face is a sculpted masterpiece— sharp, angular cheekbones, a strong, square jawline, that speaks of unspeakable danger.

The air seemed to shift, thickening with dominance that wrapped around my chest and made it hard to breathe. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and still gorgeous. His dark hair was neatly slicked back, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His jaw looked like it was carved from stone, and his mesmerizing green eyes landed on us, cold and assessing, and that was enough to make my entire body shiver. He wore a black shirt that hugged every line of his muscles, veins protruding from his forearms as he folded them across his chest, looking every bit the untouchable Alpha he was.

“Doesn’t bow. Doesn’t smile. Tall, scarred, quiet. The kind of man who could kill you and apologize with his eyes.” “I heard he wiped out an entire rebellion in one night.” My pulse pounds in my ears. Another wave of those damn butterflies erupts—violent, chaotic. Dangerous. That’s what he is. Not handsome. Not charming. Dangerous. The kind of man mothers warn their daughters about in hushed tones. The kind of Alpha who doesn’t need approval or alliances because people step out of his way in fear before he even arrives. “He’s terrifying,” someone breathes. "He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.”

“Yet you keep barking orders like an Alpha.” Miguel’s expression darkened instantly. “Because I am an Alpha.” Several people in the waiting area glanced over at the sudden hostility in his voice. The nurse looked entirely unimpressed. “Mm.” She adjusted her glasses lazily. “And I’m the president.” Miguel’s fists clenched at his sides. The woman sighed dramatically before pulling the test file toward herself again. “Elevated body sensitivity. Instability in pheromone output. Increased hormonal fluctuation. Strong scent projection.” She looked back up at him. “That doesn’t sound Alpha to me.”

I was laughing brightly. Lucas was gently using a scarf to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Wayne stared at the photos. An uncontrollable rage surged from deep within him like never before. Bang! He hurled the crystal glass in his hand violently to the floor. "She's actually smiling? "How dare she smile at another Alpha?" He growled, and his chest heaved violently. "She's doing it on purpose! It's just a show for me! "She picked some random man just to make me pursue her!

His handsome, aura screams masculinity, his sweet and supportive. It does not help that she fell in love with this hard, warm body before her. How could she have ever denied her love for him? Being with this man honestly feels like it is too good to be true. Was fate this generous to everyone? She has no idea where she was going with this but her fated patiently waited for her to show him what he wanted. Dammit. This one alpha man is not just sexy, his also considerate. She grabs a hand full of condoms, the heights of pleasure not overridden by his need for protection.

The man was strong in voice but lacked in size telling me he wasn’t ranked so should the need arise I knew I could take him out. “I’m Alpha Mykel Atwood to The Mountain Forest Pack and this is your Alpha, Lilith Atwood.” “Bullshit how could your pretty little Luna be our Alpha. Looks like she would be strong in the bedroom sure, but leading a pack? That job belongs to a man. His name is Alpha Tye.” “You know who we are now tell us who you are.” The men all laughed as the man holding the gun pushed it closer the barrel now touching my nose.

That was the first time he called my name since we first met so I figured he was serious but I didn't care because he was starting to piss me off. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You've been acting like this since we left school." I yelled and we just kept yelling back and forth. "Like what?" "I don't know, you've just been in a horrible mood." "Well, I'm sorry if my best friend was in trouble and I couldn't be there for him but some alpha that you just met helped you." "A beta can't satisfy an omega's heat." Akito gasped, making me register what I had just said, I looked at Daichi and he had that same hurt expression on his face that he had at the door.

His scent is instilled in every crook of the condo, Adom can sense it as easy as dew forms before dawn. Alexander is an alpha. That's evident. Adom needs to decide how high up on his list of problems that certain aspect is. When he thinks about the way Alexander yielded to him last night without an ounce of fear his heart thumps. He's not sure he could ever do that in front of another alpha, let alone one he met in a bar. Alexander had laid himself bare right there in that alley and Adom had not thought twice about following him back to his house then. So why is the fact that Alexander is an alpha such a hindrance to Adom now, he thinks. Or is that not the problem at all? Adom furrows his br