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What the fuck! I gasped for air as I wrapped my hands on hers and tried to pry her fingers off my neck. Sadly, I couldn’t even get her pinky finger off my neck. It was well known that Gina was a Delta. Though not very powerful, she was certainly more powerful than a weak Omega like me. Also, take account of the fact that I was even weaker than average Omegas as I had spent most of my time, while growing up, indoors and reading books instead of strengthening my stamina and learning the basics of defending myself if need be.

I manage to reply, spending most of my energy to resist passing out from the pressure. “Dane?” He says, lifting the pressure. I could swear I heard Talia curse my very existence at that moment. “Any relation to Alaric Dane” he asks. “Yes, he's my guardian. My uncle.” My uncle who is also a general and who gladly doesn't bother himself with mundane tasks like overseeing the trials. “Your class” he asks, “what is it?” I gulp. “I'm an Omega” And he chuckles. “An Omega dares to talk back at me. I must be going senile”

As soon as I was about to climb on the platform, someone grabbed my arm and I turned quickly in anxiety - thinking it was my love since I had missed him more than life itself but my smile faded when I saw who it was. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was Pamela, urging me to stop. “It’s already too late, babe. I want to do this for him.” I said calmly. “Are you sure it is worth it?” She rolled her eyes. “Look at you, you are already so weak, can you even stand one strike?” For some reason, I didn’t see worry in her eyes. It was as if she was here to discourage and mock me. “I will be fine, Pamela. Besides, I’m doing this for a greater cause. By the time I’m done, I will grow from being an Omega to

The flame in her lantern flickered violently before dying, plunging her into complete darkness. Her heart stilled. Someone was here. “M–My Lady?” she called weakly, turning in a full circle. “If this is a prank, please stop…” A low, guttural growl answered her from the shadows. It wasn't an animal. It was human, yet feral. The voice that followed sent ice crawling down her spine. “I thought you’d be harder to catch, little witch’s pet.” Maren’s breath hitched. A dark silhouette emerged from behind the trees, tall and draped in black. His aura radiated power, ancient, hungry, and wrong.

There were some other details as well for some of them but not all. “What…?” Dad reached out and pointed to a line near the bottom of the page. My heart sunk and shattered onto the floor. “Riley Nero White, male omega. Age, sixteen. Purchased from Presa Negra Pack.” Jake read off the details, stunned. “Presa Negra? That’s…Black…” Jake brought up his phone. “Black Fang pack. He was at the Black Fang pack…aren’t they notorious for…destroying their own pack members?”

'I did do good, didn't I? Han's wolf lets out a huff. I'm the youngest out of the three of us, and it shows. The guys think I can be immature a lot of the time, but I feel like it's my responsibility to keep things light. Tate has the burden of being the Alpha, which means he's always worrying and stressing. Han is constantly on guard thanks to his past, but he's far more chill than Tate. I'm strong and ruthless when I need to be, but for the most part, I try to be the comedic relief that every group needs. What I didn't know was that there is one more person a group needs... the strongest piece. The piece that pulls everything into place, and that is Willow.

Underneath the first subheading, scrawled in Gwenna's handwriting, was 'Real Name: Ariston. I fell back into my chair. Nia was seeing the Ancient Alpha and the death of his wife and child. I closed my eyes at the thought of it—I couldn't fathom witnessing something so horrible and not having the power to do anything about it. My wolf grunted at the thought.

I pick up the drink she put in front of me and take a sip. -------- NICOLAS… My name is Alpha Nicolas Nightmoon of the Romulus Guardian pack protectors of the Werewolf Royal Family. I am 30 years old and stand at 7 feet with a stocky and firm build. I have short black hair and green eyes that turn amber-gold when my wolf Raoul is present. I was one of the youngest males to take over such a large and important pack. I am said to be cruel, brutal, vicious, savage, unmerciful, heartless, cold-hearted and ruthless, as well as many others, which I do not deny. I run my pack as I run my business strictly and to the letter. No one can get close to me without feeling my wrath and I always get what I

I won't give her any satisfaction. “You know…,” Natasha sneered, "we only train because to show us with the Ashwing Owls. They are the one who decides who is strong enough to be Luna and who is just pretending to be strong but is weakling," I clench and unclench my fists at her words, trying not to show any reaction to her words. It's also true that Ashwing Owls are one of the strongest creatures in the supernatural realm. Their feathers shimmer with ember, allowing them to blend into the sky.

We will overcome this too. “Alpha Ryan, state your name and rank before seeking the goddess’s blessing. Then place your hand on top of the divine orb,” Elder Anthony instructed, and for a moment, Ryan just stood there unmoving. Then, slowly, he placed his hands on top of the orb and I could see the slight tremble in his fingers even though his face still looked stoic as always. “I, Ryan Samuel Blackwood, Alpha of the Hawthorn pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess,” he said solemnly.