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was all he replied. Jonda’s brother, Alpha John, was waiting for us once the boat had docked and greeted us as soon as we stepped off the gangway. He had the same deep auburn red hair as Jonda’s, but his eyes were crystal blue with a hint of green. Like most Alphas, he was tall and built, not quite my height and not as bulky as me, but he was a pretty good-sized Alpha. “Alpha John,” I greeted him with a nod “Thank you for not executing the criminal before we had a chance to question him and, of course, for your hospitality."

“I need you to act well when you reached the pack. This bird should serve as a means of contact between us and you.” “We require every bit of information on the Alpha, his wife, his children, where he often stay, what he does most of the time, food he eats, is he a drunkard? Do he love women than money, the quarter his wife lives, if he often travel or not.” Elvis said to be the servant in front of her and the servant nodded. “You must be careful,, and he has a message for you.” Elvis said, winking at Lucas. “Yeah, you have to look for Green. He is tall, muscular and have his beard dye gold.”

"I'm here Green." The hand, yes it's the big hand of a man that's so warm and soothing. Green immediately focused on the hand's owner, his genuine smile, his warm gaze, but it wasn't the man Green wanted, Green didn't want anyone else, she just wanted her Alta. Green shook the hand roughly and then ran after Alta who perfectly disappeared.

We had brought chaos and destruction with us and while the people screamed and tried to run into defence mode, my soldiers moved hard on everyone doing as instructed. The heat from the fires set on the house spread around and the air wasn’t as cold as before, I reached the main pack house where I would find him. Alpha Braxton. The doors bared way before me as my soldiers broke in and I followed in after them, making sure to get rid of everyone in sight. “I’ll take everything from here, make sure that no one in this place leaves alive,” I ordered and they nodded in response. The heavy footsteps of my feet echoed through the house as no other noise seemed to be occurring.

"My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?" Alaska doesn’t even miss a beat, sounding as apologetic as pleasant for the mix up, sounding as anyone would expect her to sound. "Is Jaxson available?" Alaska stares at the small window as the first large raindrop hits the heavily weathered glass pane of the small and secluded cabin which is far away from civilization, surrounded by trees and a good distance from all pack borders, the type of place that one would expect two outcast wolves, who are for all purposes rogues, to live.

“He can be a sweetheart when he wants to be.” We arrive at the packhouse that looks like a southern plantation house. We are in Tennessee, so it kinda fits. The pack is only about 400 members, by far the smallest pack in the United States. But they are strong warriors and great cooks! I can’t wait to sink my teeth into dinner tonight. “Welcome to Green Hill,” Alpha Steven and his father meet us on the porch. Outgoing Alpha George hates me. I embarrassed him at the Alpha Meeting in October when I on a spare against Steven. It’s not my fault his son is weak.

But they sounded so alike. Could it be that Selena was never pregnant in the first place? Selena hung up her call when she could hear a flight of footsteps outside. Heather quickly entered the stall next door and closed the door. The one who made the sounds of footsteps came in and a woman's voice rang outside. "It's me." "I'm here. Give it to me." She could hear the sounds of footsteps shuffling and a woman said, "That Mr. Green is so detestable, Selena. He keeps hitting on me. Is he really going to give us the loan?"

I stood, smoothing invisible wrinkles from my clothes, trying to restore dignity that had never truly been mine. “This has been—informative,” I muttered. “But I think I’ve seen enough.” No sound came from him as I turned away. Not a growl. Not a whisper. Just stillness. Outside, the pack driver waited in silence, his eyes averted as he held open the door of the car. I climbed in, mind reeling, heart heavy. The Alpha Michael Greenbrook I had heard of was a legend. A born Alpha, sharp as a claw, ruthless in business and war. A wolf feared by many.

Alexander's POV " You can't be serious," John gave me a doubtful look. " No one is that dumb." " Are you sure about that?" I asked, raising my brow. Then I turned the screen of my laptop and showed him the video Brian sent me not long ago. John sat on the chair when he noticed Green's smiley face. " I take it back," my friend mumbled, and I could not help but giggle upon seeing his face. " Any idea why would he do this?"

His eyes were almost coming out, then he leaned on his recliner with his shoulders down. “Are you okay?” I asked. I was about to go to him when he stopped me. “You want a job, Miss Larsen?” He asked, his tone was now different. It was as if we were getting into some underground trade. I carefully answered. “Y-Yes sir.” “Then I got the job just for you.” He said and grinned at me.