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she said sarcastically, I laughed out loud and her sarcastic tone, she always had a way to crack me up and that was what I loved about her. " well servant Julia what do we have for today?" I asked finally wearing my shoes. " hmm we are cleaning the training field, Mrs Shaman said it's messed up I am sure it's the douchebag and his stupid friends that kept it that way" she said angrily, referring to the douchebag, it's Lucas, the Alpha's first son and the soon to be alpha, he was known for his recklessness and wickedness, he seizes every opportunity to make life a living hell for we the omegas and we didn't dare complain in order not to become a victim of his abuse.

Landing on my haunches. Blue hair, cut short at the sides, messier on top. A massive blue dragon tattoo covered his chest. A black panther inked down his rib cage. A wolf on his left side, snarling. He pulled something from the back of his pants pocket. It was a thin fabric,some kind of jersey. Probably one of his very rare clothing items. Alumni. And that was the sign, this moment was the reason the universe kept showing us that damn word. He was one. The fucking ass. I surely knew how to pick them.

"Come see." I walked over to the healer, my eyes on the she-wolves arms, watching as Lee pulled back the sleeves. "Oh, my goddess," I muttered under my breath as I sighted the insignia that had been engraved at the top of her forearm, a little bit below the elbow. It was the insignia of the Startling Pack, the Pack belonging to Alpha London.

It was three in the evening, we were supposed to leave for the Alpha and Luna ceremonies for the Deepridge pack almost an hour ago. "Get dressed, wash up because you smell like a whores vagina after she was working all night and cheap alcohol." Xander said aggressively laying a suit with the packs symbol on it. He laid out one of my black button shirts out with it and matching socks along with a royal blue tie and black dress shoes.

The group that she would be spending a lot of time with all were staring at her, like she was a freak. Her choice of jeans and a light blue shirt this morning was a horrible one. A very large man seemed to push his way through the crowd, and was already walking to meet the girls. The group followed. Soft, fluffy blonde hair, and blue eyes that look infuriated. He was an Alpha. "Why aren't you in uniform?" He demanded. He stood right in front of Juliette, glaring down at her. He was young, strong and livid. "She doesn't have one," Jazz jumped in. The group behind he Alpha still stared.

He stepped into his private chamber, where a team of pack members, chosen for their trusted abilities, stood ready to assist him. The clothes chosen for Rowland were a symbol of his status as the Alpha, yet also reflected the festive and joyous atmosphere of the occasion. A traditional ceremonial robe, adorned with intricate patterns and colors representing the pack's history and traditions, lay neatly on a nearby table. Rowland allowed himself a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship and the significance of the garment before he began to dress. With the help of his entourage, he donned the robe, its rich fabric draping elegantly around him. It was a reminder of the responsibility he carried

“I guess the brand means that my sexy little body is always yours then…?” I didn’t miss his hopefulness or the responding tsorceres in my shadows. Jeremy hesitated one motherent longer, before rolling onto his front and working down his tights on one side, revealing a perfect pale butt. I stared at him in shock, blushing. Jeremy looked at at me over his shoulder with a teasing smile. “Stamp it on my sweet behind: Property of WCH.” My throat was suddenly too dry. He was joking, right? At a sudden growl, I looked up into the molten gold glare of the aristocratic Alpha from the Empire of the Alphas who was now bent over a table with his

I strode behind them with Lyra silently accompanied me along with Arkady and other hunters. The Alpha wore a brown vest with gold piping over a black low-cut crop top and a black crest that resembled a burning phoenix. She also wore a leather belt with a pair of shiny golden-hilted blades. Aside from a black scarf around her slim neck, she had no discernible jewelry. Her knee-high platform boots also had several throwing knives wrapped around their necks.

I muttered out loud at the familiar face that dragged me out of the pile of trash I buried myself in. “Hmm…I don’t remember meeting Chris’ Luna but it’s great that you know me. Chris sent us here to get you” Jerry is the alpha of the Lumina pack, a young wild alpha that loves getting into fights. For a 24-year-old alpha, he’s pretty built. Alphas have a great body, but he was exceptional…fuck, he looks like a wrestler who’s been wrestling for years. He’s got broad and wide shoulders and loves to leave two to three of his button-up shirt undone to show off his pecs.

The collars and cuffs of the shirt were covered in detailed embroidery, and the high-collared waistcoat was draped over the entire shirt. It was black in colour, and was decorated with a crisscross pattern with golden stones. The lapel of his coat was secured with a large brooch, embedded with a ruby that matched Lady Samantha's tiara. "We cordially invite you to the engagement party of the Alpha and Luna, Paul and Lexie! Please shower your blessings on the newly engaged couple. Thank you for joining us in our blissful celebration of the Royal family of the Apollo pack, I am happy to have you all here. Let's make their day with all of our blessings.”