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My warriors do the same. We’re all wearing the same thing we always do for a run like this: loose linen war-kilts tied tight at the waist. One tug and they stay on through the shift, another tug and they drop like pants. Bare chests, bare feet, blades strapped across the back. Standard Redveil. Alpha Jerome is already waiting outside the main gate with thirty of his best. He’s older than I expected, but he stands straight. Lyra’s father Mike is on his left. Ronan and Silas stand a few steps behind.

I jerked my head up and saw Lucas standing a short distance away. He was wearing a dark suit, his expression terrifyingly grim. His Alpha scent rolled towards us in waves, thick with anger and possessiveness. "What are you doing?" His voice was quiet, but murderous. Sensing the threat, Charlie instinctively stepped in front of me. "Sir, please keep your distance." Lucas's eyes flashed a dangerous gold—the color of an Alpha on the edge. "Move," he growled. "She's my Omega." A powerful Alpha aura erupted, and the other pedestrians on the sidewalk shied away. Even though Charlie was a Beta, he didn't back down.

Whenever she laughed, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, showing off a diamond ring that the Alpha had gifted her not so long ago on her twentieth birthday. Although she looked good, the Alpha stole the attention of everyone. His medium curly brunette hair was kind of shining, even from afar, and whenever he smiled, showing off his beautiful white teeth and dimples, my heart fluttered. His ear and lip piercings only added to how sexy he was. He wore a dark blue shirt to match Leah's dress, leaving the first three buttons undone. His black trousers only showed off his amazing long legs and great build. All the she-wolves' eyes were on him, and I was positive he was aware of it.

Josh’s blood. “It was you, you killed Josh!” He purses his lips at the accusation “He was no longer of value to me” “So, you killed him by ripping out his heart?” He stands up and I realise he has changed his clothes, a clean crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up revealing the tattoos that snaked along his arms, he was even wearing smart jeans. “Charlie, it is what I do. I am the Alpha Lycan. I do what needs to be done for this pack. You knew this about me”

I wanted to get the wedding aspect of this ceremony over with, and I wanted it to be done, fast. I adjusted my black suit jacket, making sure it fit perfectly on my broad shoulders. The jacket was made of a fine wool blend, with a subtle sheen to it. It was tailored to fit my muscular frame and emphasized my height. I paired it with a crisp white dress shirt and a black silk tie. The tie was knotted tightly, a symbol of my determination to lead the pack with strength and wisdom. My trousers were also black, perfectly pressed and tapered to my legs. They were made of a comfortable fabric that allowed me to move easily, which was important for any alpha. The black dress shoes I had on were pol

Jacob **** Two Years Later The mirror reflected a man who looked like a king. I knew the truth, though—I didn’t feel like one. The elaborate gold embroidery on my deep crimson jacket shimmered under the glow of the overhead light. My shoulders were draped with a wolf-pelt mantle, symbolizing my role as Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and the ceremonial insignia of my lineage was pinned at my chest. Every seam and stitch was perfect. Yet inside, I felt like a hollow shell.

she said. Chadrick immediately looked at the alpha that Lany was referring to and he just smiled when he recognized who it was. "Ah, are you referring to him? The one in a black shirt and also with a black cap?" Chadrick asked in confirmation. "Y-Yeah, he is," Lany replied immediately. There's no other alpha there who's wearing a black shirt and black cap, so she was sure that Chadrick also got who's the alpha she was referring to.

’ She was pulled back to reality when Chris was standing in front of her. “He’s asleep now. Let’s go outside. I need to talk to you,” Anna Kiz nodded her head in an understanding manner as the mother-son pair walked out of the room together. “So, what do you wish to tell me, Chris?” Asked the mother with an arched eyebrow, making eye contact with her son. “That kid… Charl… He’s an Alpha, isn’t he?” Asked Chris curiously as he looked back to the door where they had exited from. “You know and yet, you asked,” Anna Kiz stated simply.

Wolves surrounded us, shifters from every corner of Lucian’s territory, some in human form, others padded and noble in their fur, all standing in reverent silence. And at the center of it all, him. Lucian. The Lycan King. The Alpha. He stood shirtless, barefoot, draped in a ceremonial sash made of braided threads, black, silver, and deep crimson, the colors of the Alpha line. The mark of the moon was etched in ash across his chest. He looked feral and beautiful. Mine. His dark eyes found mine as I stepped into the circle. I wore nothing elaborate. Just a deep blue silk gown and a crown of wild white flowers threaded with moonvine across my hair. My feet were bare. My heartbeat was loud.

After a few more minutes of rummaging through my closet, I pulled out the coat, running my fingers through it. "Got it!" Striding towards the omega, I stood in front of her. “Here, take this. You can wear it over your dress.” Lana appeared hesitant as she eyed the material, clutching the shawl tighter around her body. She shook her head, accepting my jacket. “Thank you, Alpha. I’ll wear it later.” What? Was the material not to her liking? So ungrateful. I thought under my breath with a huff. ***