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The crowd parts like waves as Alaric stands from the great stone seat at the center of the clearing, his cloak trailing behind him like a shadow of the moonlight. My heart gives a traitorous beat when I see him. Tonight, he looks every inch the Alpha Supreme. Midnight-black ceremonial vest secured by a silver clasp in the form of a fang. His hair is swept back, but some strands have fallen forward, curving around the edge of his sharp jaw. Black ink encircling his forearm peeks out from his sleeve, the sacred branding of his bloodline and burden. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. Everyone eagerly looks up to him.

I hated to see the bill come in from the shopping trip yesterday, but she did explain to me that I would need other attire for the Mating Ceremony, especially now that we are leaving a day early. As we descended the stairs, Alpha Liam was waiting for us, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he was dressed in a pair of black dress slacks and a dark grey dress shirt that was unbuttoned so you could see part of his chest. His eyes enlarged when he finally looked my way and he let out a growl of possession to warn the other unmated males in the room that I was his. I let out a chuckle before I moved to him and said, “I think everyone already knows your intentions with me, even the kitchen staf

My hair falls freely down my back, with subtle pieces of silver and gold… just enough to remind everyone that tonight is not just about beauty. It’s about belonging. And goddess… he looks breathtaking. He’s dressed in traditional Alpha attire—dark, commanding, and regal. A fitted black tunic with intricate silver embroidery, representing his bloodline and rank. The markings on his arms are bold, stronger than mine, symbols of power, dominance, and protection. But his eyes… are soft when they look at me. Around us, the pack has gathered once more. Friends, family, and our children stand close—Ava, Claire, Sophie, Ryan, Kael, Alice… all dressed in ceremonial colors, their faces glowing with ex

They were strong and war the armor of Gammas. “Oh, Judy…” I heard a familiar voice. I lifted my gaze to meet my combat professor's startled expression. “Professor…” I breathed, still unable to look at the Alpha in front of me. “We were just talking about you,” he told me, giving a nervous chuckle; he couldn’t look at the Alpha and he kept his eyes on me. “I want to introduce you to Alpha Levi Churchill.” My mind nearly burst in my head. Alpha Levi Churchill was one of the powerful Lycan Chairmen and the one going around with the Elite Gamma force to recruit students for the competition.

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A crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath his jacket, its collar expertly pressed. A silver brooch adorned his lapel, bearing the emblem of their pack—a symbol of unity and loyalty. It glimmered in the ambient light, a testament to the pride and heritage that Alpha Roman carried with him. Completing his ensemble were polished black leather shoes, their shine reflecting the solemnity and grandeur of the occasion. With each step, he commanded attention, emanating an air of authority that befitted his position as Alpha.

Harry, 20 years old, Southern United States. The shadowy figure of young Alpha slipped through the woods without making a sound. Then, when he finally heard the muffled sound of voices, he stopped walking and raised his fist in the air. The two warriors of his pack, whom he had chosen to accompany him, stopped in their turn. They were fully clothed in the black combat gear provided by the Council, evidence of the mission's sponsor. On their chests was embroidered the badge in black thread: the letter C in Gothic lettering planted by six swords.

She was going to help us finalize our plans. Covering my head over with the hoody's cap, I strode towards the party venue. The decorations had been put in place, and people from different packs walked into the palace. I spotted the Alpha of the dark dawn and his Luna, all dressed in their royal regalia. Smiles stretched from one corner of their lips to the other. They looked too happy for people who agreed to challenge us just a few days ago. The starmoon pack members also trooped in number filling the place.

Maya called, excitement bubbling in her voice. Lily took one last look at herself, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and followed Maya out into the hallway. The moment the door opened, Lucas and Liam stood there, tall, broad-shouldered, and undeniably striking in their tailored black suits. There was silver detailing lining their collars, marking their Alpha status. Their presence alone seemed to change the air. Liam’s gaze locked onto Lily instantly and for a moment, everything else faded. “You look…” he started, then stopped, shaking his head slightly as if words failed him.

Power surged again, settling deeper into my bones. I was Alpha now. Officially. Completely. Ella stood beside me in a silver dress that caught the moonlight. My Luna. Recognized by every pack present. She looked calm, confident. Beautiful. Elder Katrina stepped forward, carrying the Alpha ceremonial cloak. Deep blue fabric embroidered with silver wolves. She draped it across my shoulders. The weight felt significant. "May you lead with wisdom and strength," she said. The ceremony should have ended there. Marcus would step down, I would step up, everyone would celebrate.