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He stood next to his soon-to-be daughter in law. For the occasion, he wore the Alpha crown made of wolf bones. He also wore a brown tunic with black and white gems on its hems, a last-minute specialized order to symbolize the unification of the black and white clans. He appeared magnificent and looked superior, which he is. “It is, Great Alpha. I believe the moon goddess is smiling down on us right now.” – Alora said, raising her hand to the moon and closing one of her eyes, as if touching it.

The upcoming mating ceremony will be a momentous event, and our preparations will ensure it unfolds smoothly and securely. After the long meeting with Richard, my stylist comes to dress me. As I stand in the dimly lit room, the stylist drapes the rich, deep green fabric around me. The material molds itself into my powerful frame, accentuating both strength and elegance. Silver-threaded embroidery gracefully adorns the fabric, depicting the emblem of our pack—a symbol of unity and strength. The stylist meticulously works to ensure the fit is perfect, and with each adjustment, my commanding presence becomes even more pronounced, a reflection of the authority I hold as the Alpha.

Castellana replied. Their conversation, however, came to a stop when Alpha Alaric appeared on stage. He was already out of his black suit, which he used at the pact ceremony. He now wore a navy blue suit with a cloak draped over his shoulders. “Oh, there he is. Gods, he just appears and disappears as he wishes,” Ivana mumbled but she immediately smiled at her sister. “I already congratulate you for being the pack’s luna.” Castellana simply nudged her before returning her attention to the alpha.

Along the back of the neck and across the breast silver crescent moons have been embroidered in bright, metallic thread. It’s an alpha jacket. Not just any alpha jacket, the jacket for the Alpha of Silver Crescent Pack. Sylvester places the beautiful coat in my hands. “I hope it fits well enough. It’s one of my old jackets and the tailoring job was a bit rushed.” Swallowing, I’m lost for words. This is it.

She later made me wash off my face and asked me to pick a warrior garb with a cloak from my wardrobe. After wearing a leather jacket over matching fitted pants. I picked a hooded cloak that I had worn when Dane was officially celebrated as the alpha of the Northlanders. It was a Tyrian purple color with the emblem of the Northlanders embroidered with white and black thread on the spot where the breast pocket ought to be. The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin.

But nothing about this is simple, not since the moment I met her eyes in the snow and felt the world drop out from under both of us. My fingers drag through my hair, pulling it back from my forehead. I force myself to stand still. That’s what Alphas do: they hold steady, even when the ground shakes. I reach for the jacket slung over the arm of the chair. It’s not the formal one—no medals, no showy embroidery—just plain black wool, the left breast patched with our insignia: a wolf’s head, rendered in silver thread so tight it gleams in the half-light. The weight of it grounds me. I slip it on, fasten the collar, and try to imagine it’s armor. The clock on the mantel ticks, the hands stuck at

So fucking funny, he is Alpha wolf who dressup like vampire. He walks in swiftly as if he is floating like a real vampire. He has his cape on and is wearing a tight, all black suit. His hair is, surprisingly, slicked back neatly and the side of his lips are smeared with red lipstick to make it look as if he had just sucked blood out of a helpless human. "This is so unfair! Why didn't you dress up?" Sebestian whines when he sees me with my leather jacket on. "I don't know who I wanna be so I just came as myself," I shrug, secretly enjoying his child-like behavior. He looks cute.

I was now dressed in the traditional werewolf Alpha attire. To be honest, it was very revealing. The top was some sort of black one-arm tank top that covered the top half of my abdomen. It was decorated with the ancient pack logo in gold and a few floral golden designs as well. It had a string of cloth that went around my body and connected to my pants. The pants were white and huge, it was like a skirt on each leg and they were very low set. They covered my shoes which were a very simple sock-like and surprisingly comfortable fit.

The black haired man with the red suit was the one who took it from me…and it was safe to say that with the way his fingers brushed against mine just the slightest…it creeped me the fuck out. "Hey!" "Whoa!" Startled, I turned to find Liam right in front of me, giving the two Alpha's narrow-eyed looks as they left the snack bar. "You startled me." He was wearing a white jacket with stark white pants and he had paired it with a light blue shirt underneath to match his eyes. His blonde hair was gelled back away from his face and that made him look more like a K-pop idol. No wonder Serena and Aisha were both all over him; he looked even more handsome up close.

Sofia relayed to the gathering of the Alphas. There was murmuring and arguments in the Alpha's hall. The Alpha of the Usobo clan, a clan almost as fierce as the Mackenzie clan and on the far side of the South said she should be found and killed, while the Marja's Alpha (one of the battle fierce Alpha with a clan not too far from the Mackenzie clan and are referred to as the Red wolves because most of the wolves there has a red coat when they turn), argued that the Epsilon can be used to eradicate the Vamps ones and for all.