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But when the doors opened, it wasn’t Kairo who greeted me. It was someone else. Tall, broad-shouldered, with coal-dark hair that fell just over his storm-gray eyes. There was something off about his scent, a strange mingling of wolf and something human. He smiled as if he’d been expecting me. “Alpha Jaxon,” he said, standing to his full height. “We finally met.” I narrowed my eyes. “Who the hell are you?” He extended a hand. “Magnus Blackwood. Strategist, tactician, and occasional opportunist.”

They pooled at our feet, swallowing the ground until it looked like the forest floor was bleeding darkness. “Stay close,” Jace ordered, pulling me against him. A figure formed in the black fog. Tall, cloaked, eyes glowing like coals. Magnus. His voice slithered through the air, cold and cruel. “So the little Ancient finally shows her teeth.” My heart hammered. I wanted to stand tall, to spit in his face, but my body shook too violently. “You think this boy can protect you?” His gaze flicked to Jace. “He’s nothing but a weapon waiting to turn on you. The cursed Alpha bond will see to that.”

So why was it glowing? The light seeped through Magnus’ fingers, forcing him to release me with a sudden grunt. He pulled back, studying his hand with a dark smirk, as if he had expected this all along. I staggered, dropping to my knees and coughing as I clutched my throat. My legs shook violently, but I pushed myself up, confused, scared, furious all at once. Magnus tilted his head slightly, his expression mocking. "Did you think it was Kael’s bond awakening you?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "How naive."

Aware. My chest tightened before I even looked up. Bane stood there. Dark shirt. Hands in his pockets. Blue eyes fixed directly on me like nobody else existed around us. Damon stood behind him looking deeply exhausted already, like he had been dragged into this against his will. “I need to talk to you,” Bane said simply. The table immediately tensed. “You don’t have to go,” Kane said before I could answer. Aurelia nodded quickly. “Seriously. Let him suffer.”

"We're hoping Alpha Lance can use his pull in the capital to get Alpha Theodore to intercept Alfred before he can get to Lycan Erasmus. If we can stop him now, there might still be a chance." Austin looked stunned, a flicker of hope returning to his dull eyes. "You guys... you have scouts at the border?" Magnus nodded. "Adelaide gave us a secret communication network before we left the capital. It was meant for exactly this—a way to bypass the Royal Guard if things went south and get word back home fast." Austin caught the most important detail. "That Alfred guy... he's from the Hornbeams?" "Yeah," Magnus said grimly. "That snake is Alpha Theodore's nephew."

Serena had taken it from her, the same way Solmyra had tried to take Serena’s. Across the chamber, Alexandro fought like the Alpha King he was born to be. Though weakened by the spell and the silver chains, his wolf instincts drove him. Maeron was strong—no doubt about it. Born of dark magic, forged from ancient rituals, he had lived for centuries without knowing defeat. But this wasn’t just a fight of strength—it was a fight of purpose. And Alexandro had every reason to win.

Before breakfast meant the tension had been sitting in the house overnight, building in the dark, and what he was hearing now was not the beginning of it but the point at which it had outgrown the space available to it. He stood in the doorway of the great room with his coffee and listened. Blackwood Manor in the early morning had a particular quality of light, grey and lateral, coming through the tall eastern windows at an angle that caught the dust in the air and made the room look both larger and emptier than it was. In that light, the two wolves currently standing in the center of it looked younger than they were. Which was the problem. Which had always been, in Marcus's assessment, the

He gave me a sly look in the mirror. Apparently, good looks were a werewolf requirement. “Aria,” Damon said, holding the door open, “this is Elias. My Beta.” “Hi,” I said politely. Elias grinned. “So this is the reason Alpha Thorn’s been useless for three days.” I raised an eyebrow at Damon. “Useless?” “He exaggerates,” Damon muttered, helping me in. Once we were on the road, curiosity won. “So… you’re a werewolf. Or a Lycan?” I asked, voice low.

My hands moved to Damon's hair as I sucked on his sexy lips, with so much seriousness. Suddenly, I felt myself been ripped away from Damon. It all happened in a swift motion as a muscular body pounced on Damon. I watched as they rolled off to the floor. A feeling of panic knotted in my stomach as I realized who it was. Bane. He began punching Damon who wasn’t even given a chance to recover. My whole clique watched in panic because the person who had taken Damon down was an Alpha and no other rank had a chance with an Alpha. “No, stop!! Stop!!!” I yelled at Bane's direction. Making use of my werewolf speed, I instantly rushed to where he was defiantly beating Damon up.

Lara corrected, quite puzzled by the info. Jonas chuckled. “Who hasn’t heard of Demis Agelastos?” “Who indeed?” she mumbled. Demis Agelastos was one of the richest men in the world and in recent years, he had lived like a recluse, encouraging the media to fabricate wildly unlikely stories about him and compare him to the late Howard Hughes. Jonas was studying her closely. “You really didn’t know,” he realized with unhidden astonishment. “But the relationship is widely known. Christophe dropped the Agelastos name and took his mother’s many years ago.”