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WAR? “Don’t look at me like that, Skye. – Luna turns to me – You’re my son’s mate, future Luna of this pack. Of course we’re going to declare war with anyone that hurts you.” She can’t be serious! “But first things first, we need to deal with your father. I don’t want to keep him alive any longer. The scoundrel would definitely find some way to get away. Red, I don’t want you to lose control, so unless you can stay calm, let Hunter take over.” Red sighs before doing as his mother asks and I watch in amazement as his eyes turn from red to the mesmerizing gold and silver.

Landon’s last name is Morgan too, what’s this all about? I got really close, I’m hiding behind the wall not daring to take a peek, scared that my heart’s loud drumming will give away my location. “I, Austin Kingston, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack from Middle Territory, give my blood for the Blood Ceremony! On my son’s birthday, we initiate the sacred ritual. One month left until he will take over my position, after the second part of the ceremony is concluded.” His voice radiating with authority gives me goosebumps.

When I dry my hair my phone vibrates so I picked and put it on speaker to hear my friend Jackson's voice, "Hey RM" He is also an Alpha too, Glory Moon pack in the west, and he is also a mafia leader for all gangs in west. From the start, he agreed to stay under me. I met him when I was a teenager, don't ask how. It's weird and whoever hears will get terrified, one thing is for sure it's not in a good way. We both were a bad combination. If John knows I am talking with him he will lecture me for an hour. He thought Jackson is a bad influence but to be honest we both were same in some aspects that no one will find in any soon cause whoever found is not above the land nor inside so I want to ke

Lian responded, his voice steady but tinged with sorrow. Luna Daryna paused, dropping her cutlery. “Could you at least share your last name with me?” Lian sighed, knowing he couldn’t avoid the question. “It’s Redmond.” Luna Daryna gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Redmond? Your father..… Is he the Alpha of the Redmond Pack?”

I want to focus on him again in the discussion that brought us here in any case, but priAngelo should help him understand that Mac is not his son. —His son, Noah Victor , is the lord of Ramiro Red.— “ Sir?” he breathes, I sit up; shakes his head No no no no no. Nerd. I was in the army and... “Use your paws, Mac,” Lara spits out under her breath, a piece of chicken virus dangling from one corner of her lips.

Red caught my eye and gave me a nod as if to say, "Just give it to him." "Dad," the young guy next to him said. So he was Dax and Lola's son. I hadn't realized they had any children. Dax didn't look at him. I put a glass of scotch down for him, and Dax said, "Just give me the whole bottle." "Dad," his son repeated. "Mom wouldn't want this." "Your mom doesn't want anything," Red replied sadly. "She's gone, and she's never coming back."

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His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

For the first time, she realised that their son had really grown up and was talking about taking revenge for her father's death. Lina placed her hand over her son's hand and said, "I believe you, my son. I believe that you will definitely be successful in your work. My blessing is with you." One fat tear slipped from her eyes. Both the mother and son duo were crying, losing their loved one. As Kai was dead so Liam declared Kai's son Lucas the next Beta. Only Beta, not Beta King. Because he was still very young to take that responsibility on his weak shoulders.

No one here did. The curse of keeping a low profile in a world that only respected loud, visible power. “We don’t have all day,” The man snapped, eyes narrowing. “Play along, or you heard my daughter, she wants you gone.” Lila leaned lazily against the wall, watching. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. “Cooperate how?” The man clapped his hands. Two more men, covering with tattoos, entered the room—faces hard, eyes dead. “We’re gonna make a little something for Mr. Hale,” Lila’s dad said. “Some photos. Probably a nice video.”