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"He's even more handsome in person!” That admiration wasn't subtle in the least. The girls and few boys-whispered excitedly when Alph strode by, their gazes lingering on him and his companions: Trevor, ever-loyal beta, tall and serious, and Martin, of course, the playboy of the group, with a perpetual curl to his lips. “They're all so hot!" someone passing by breathed. "Look at Trevor! He's so tall and strong. But Alph. Alph is just on another level."

"So, Bohen boy. Let's cut to the chase. I'm really hungry, you see. But I would like to discuss your business first. What do you want from me? You needed my help, so you said." I nodded, sipping my beer slowly. "It's about the same men. The six. But this time, one of them rather. Collins Morgan, you must know him. He's an Alpha." Dimitri Artem nodded. He fished in his pockets for a cigarette, found one and lit it, the first thing he did was billow smoke into the air. The smoke terrified my eyes and I coughed, then smiled at him to show him that I wasn't offended even though I was.

As well as Alejandro and one of the men who had come with him - Dustin, I think it was. I wonder what this was about… "Come in." Dad said from where he sat on his chair, like the Alpha he was. Mum was seated on his leg. Uncle Aaron and Dustin were sat in the seats opposite dad. I glanced at Alejandro; the man was stood leaning against the far wall smoking away. Despite not being seated, the power that wrapped around him made it clear who the supreme Alpha in the room was. Did the man ever not smoke? "Someone, crack a window. I'm suffocating." Raven remarked, fake coughing.

I fixed my gaze directly at the Alpha as I made my way in front of him and tried my best to act anything but nervous. I discreetly roamed my eyes over his body again, soaking in all of his assets. He surely looked different from the skinny 17-year-old Alpha that I remembered. He kept his black hair longer than necessary, and the little stubble of hair on his face just added to his intimidating look. His perfectly sculpted nose and lips made me bite my lower lip. He had a light blue shirt on that perfectly fitted his toned body, accentuating his biceps and chest. Aaron and Beta Gavin were both muscled up and stunning, but nothing compared to the god-like aura this man exuded.

I wasn't left out either, as I took in my own turn of slaps and kicks. The tension in the air was so hot enough to get a very big pot of water boiling. The steam oozing out of the air you could virtually see and smell, and the heat was enough to suffocate the entire pack members in half a minute. "Get the fucking slave down here, and I mean, in a twinkle, get it, dumb ass!" Alpha Grey barked as he swept his hand in the air. "Yes Alpha!" Jasminna, Beta Bachrill and Gamma Sly echoed in harmony, bowing at the feet of the Alpha.

As all Alphas have some are stronger than others. His freshly styled pompadour chocolate hair stood resolute against the calming autumn breeze, not one strand out of place. Rugged facial hair that made him look dangerous. His chiselled muscles just aching to burst from his well fitted white shirt and black slacks. With a noticeable thick black etching of tattoo's down both arms. A part of me wanted to see what else he has hiding beneath his clothes. Then my eyes met his they were sapphire blue, the pure rage he was sending my way was strong and unbearable, as if something inside me ached for his affection.

Alpha Romero chuckles in a seductive tone. I find him to be an attractive man, which is unusual, both because I am not typically attracted to men and because I have two mates and he is not one of them. His charisma is off the charts, though. His presence isn’t commanding or dominant like Alpha Kaiya’s, but has a seductive, laid back quality that draws you in.

Alpha Arkon; “When are the ladies coming in to give our cock some good services?” The disgusting old man asks. It’s fucking crazy how he never gets tired of fucking pussies. “Easy, old man. The party is still on,” Thane cuts in. “You don’t need to tell him to go easy. My cock is also dying to be sucked,” Alpha Zack, Alpha of the West states. These men are hungry fuckers and it won’t get better with them anytime soon.

His face filled with confusion, knowing I might ask something. 'Please, Alpha Tate, I might freeze to death one of these nights. Just one blanket or warmer clothes is all I ask of you,' I beg, swallowing my pride and not being afraid to go against the status quo. Alpha Tate is twenty-two without a mate. He was handsome and very good-looking. He has light brown hair and penetrating brown eyes. His body is physically strong, with enormous muscles around his body that can make every girl drool. He is a powerful, 6-foot-tall man. But even with a bright-looking face, in reality, he was a monster. He was handsome outside but rotten inside.

"Alpha, Liam Haanshil is at the territory border with hundreds of BlackY Wolves and an army of rogues. He's demanding Hart Santino be surrendered within forty-eight hours, or he's declaring war." The hall exploded into chaos again, and Hart had the extremely unhelpful thought that his life had officially become a supernatural soap opera, except with more death threats and fewer commercial breaks.