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“So you’ve come again.” I looked up and saw that it was none other than Alpha Liam. Shirtless and only in jeans, his eyes shown vibrant red in the moonlight revealing his status as Alpha.

"Today, you are the proof of my excellence. You are the partner who out-calculated the world. And you will look the part." Lucian laid the garment bag across the foot of the bed and unzipped it, revealing a uniform that was a masterpiece of Beaumont-funded propaganda. It was a high-collared, midnight-blue jacket adorned with silver filigree and the heavy, embossed insignias of the Alpha Academy’s Command Tier. It was stiff, authoritative, and designed to project an image of unbreakable strength. "Get up," Lucian commanded, though the edge of the alpha was tempered by a strange, quiet intensity. "I won't have the staff seeing you like this. From this moment on, we are the unbreakable front."

You could literally see the cogs turning as he tried to think of any way possible to back out of the challenge. “I’m afraid Alpha Mykel he is correct” Dante stood from his seat a look of regret on his face; little did anyone know Lil had Beta blood in her veins meaning she was well within her right. “Actually, my fellow alphas, Lilith is the daughter to the late Beta Andy of the dissolved Crystal Lake Pack” Everyone present was shocked, except it wasn’t shock on Alpha Alaric’s face. No, it was recognition. “Then I accept your challenge”

He told me earlier that he wants to enter the arena looking like a king, like an alpha already. "Let me help you with this," I say, reaching for the first layer of his outfit. The ceremonial regalia is impressive. Bright leather pants that fit him perfectly- he picked the colour himself just to draw attention to himself. The leader pant is a sharp blue that fits his skin tone perfectly. Then I help him to wear his shirt, a blue shirt with a shiny threading that catches the light. Over it all, a long black coat with silver wolf emblems embroidered along the edges. It is the kind of outfit that makes a he- wolf look like he was born to rule. He looks so royal

He and Kev exchange a look, the two of them sizing each other up. They’re a similar size and stature. Alpha Pan has the right color hair. “I’ll wear one of your long-sleeved shirts,” he adds, noting Kev’s tats. “It’s winter. No one will think anything of it.” “I could go with him,” Alpha Lance speaks up from the doorway. He’s blond like Jake , which is likely why he offered. A bit shorter, though, and a lot less intimidating in status. “Give me some of your clothes to mask my scent. They’ll think I’m you.”

T O M O R R O W I woke up early because it was 6 a.m. the royal families will come. I immediately took a shower and got dressed. I was wearing our school uniform and of course not losing the cloak. The cloak I'm wearing is green with the HU logo on the right chest, on the back is MONTREAL. its embroidery is still cursive and only moderate in size. At the bottom of it is written ALPHA. I just took my sword and tied it around my waist before going out and going to the grounds.

He still didn't quite understand the concept, but everyone seemed pleased with their work, so he didn't question it further. "Miss Thornstun, I mean Luna Lily, Alpha Jayce." A young male stepped forward wearing what looked like armor that was deeply detailed, with engravings of a crest on the breastplate. His hair was slightly long and from a close enough inspection, it seemed paint that gave him a realistic beard. The look made him seem so much older than he did. Lily's eyes shined up at the gentleman.

Not the injury I was sustaining or Nyra that attempted to escape. His blood soaked my dress. He cupped my face with shaking fingers. “Lara,” he whispered. “I love you.” Then his hand fell. Alpha Ray lifts the ceremonial Alpha medallion—a heavy silver disc engraved with the crest of leadership. It has passed from Alpha to Alpha for over a century. It was meant to rest on Lucas’s chest as he ruled for years. Instead, it will rest with him on the earth. “This symbol,” Alpha Ray says, “represents strength, loyalty, sacrifice. Lucas embodied all three.”

Down below, filled with rage, echoing from beyond the entrance. Eiren blinked awake. Light barely slipped through the crack beneath the door, casting a thin line across the floor. He pushed himself upright, his thoughts murky like stirred water. “You can’t just claim him and expect us to accept it,” a man’s voice said, unfamiliar. “He’s defective. The law is clear.” Another voice, older, added, “Rejected omegas are to be executed.” “Kael Vorthran doesn’t follow pack law when it inconveniences him.” “Then we’ll force his hand.” The older voice dropped lower. “The Alpha won’t protect him forever. And once the bond is challenged”

But he looked at me like I was a puzzle he didn’t have time to solve. That’s fine. I’ve had years to learn that Logan Shaw doesn’t solve puzzles—he collects trophies. ⸻ Back at the Alpha Chi house, everything smells faintly of lemon cleaner and ambition. Our move-in banners still hang crooked from the staircase, and the living room is stacked with boxes labeled Philanthropy, Recruitment décor, Emergency glitter. The other officers collapse onto the couch, shoes tossed aside, giggling over selfies from the Ice House party. I drop my bag by the door and take the armchair nearest the window, pretending to check emails.