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“Thanos.” His hand abruptly choked on my neck and I instantly had trouble breathing. His eyes glinted in satisfaction with my predicament. “You may address me as ‘Alpha’ unless you want me to pull out your tongue and cut it.” His lips quirked up into a punchable smirk. “Although that would be bad for business the next time you get on your knees and pleasure our customers.” ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Author Note: This book will be regularly updated starting next week! Currently figuring things out with my editor. Grazie Mille!

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.

And it terrifies me how quickly I’m starting to want it. But the real shift is how I watch them now. The three alphas. They’re never far apart, even when they’re doing different things. Kade is always the one giving orders, quiet ones, mostly. A tilt of his head, a low word, and people move. He doesn’t shout. Doesn’t need to. The pack listens because they trust him to be right.

Celine I remember the feeling of anger and frustration perfectly, because I’m feeling it again. “The desiccated wolf hunter struck again.” Shawn, Father’s beta says. “What pack?” “Aqua belt. They took away the alpha’s beta herself.” How daring. The Alpha of Aqua belt is mysterious enough, but everyone agrees he is up there on the list of wolves you should not mess with. Is this a statement they are trying to make? That they can target anyone, even such a powerful Alpha’s closest wolves.

Nat replied. A sinister smile crept across Alpha Kendrick's face as he thought of Maya. He spat on the ground in disgust, holding his head in frustration. "Ahhhhh!" he screamed, feeling the weight of mockery in his bones. He laughed bitterly at the humiliation he had endured, vowing to repay them tenfold for the disgrace.

They are amused at the sight of me. Alpha Kenn shoves me up against his chest, like a rag doll, and I frown at the metallic, iron stench emitting off of his warm body. He latches onto me like a trophy and the crowd smiles and hollers with victory, with pride. "I have retrieved my Luna," Alpha Kenn cheers to the crowd, like a newly wedded King. "Where is my dear old friend, Alpha Tate?" One man from the bunch steps forward, nearly naked, and my eyes roam around me, watching the circling wolves. One, a large, dark brown beast, has black fabric between its teeth. Man against wolf, how cruel.

"Marcus, look at me! It’s Nash! I’m your Alpha!" The Beta, a large black wolf with a distinctive white patch on his chest, didn't hesitate. He didn't blink. He lunged from the side, his powerful jaws clamping onto Nash’s thigh. Nash roared, a sound of pain and fury, as the teeth sank deep. He didn't shoot. He didn't use the knife at his belt. He grabbed Marcus by the scruff of the neck, straining to pull the wolf off, his biceps bulging, sweat pouring down his face.

Black dress shoes, slacks, and a black dress shirt with the top four buttons left undone, revealing just a hint of the muscular chest the fabric stretched across. This was obviously the Alpha. Not only does André resemble him, but he is radiating power. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his gaze settled sharply on me. It was not the eyes of a man I looked at it; it was a beast. His wolf’s vivid yellow eyes had honed in on me like a predator who’s found its prey.

she smiled at him, her sharp fangs lit up. “then you must have met with some shitty wolf, we here, we are merciless and you are a small little thing, I don’t know why I am tolerating you,” Alpha said, closely watching her. She was wearing a white tank top with skinny shorts. The sweat on her neck was making Alpha horny. He could already feel himself getting hard again.

Lifeless and still. A cruel and shameful death, the kid stood no chance. It was unnecessary, the shame not his because he fought the best he could. No, the shame belonged to the Alpha who allowed his death, who cheered his death. My eyes lifted to the Alpha again, Ocean blues met misty dull grey. I held his stare, both of us curling our lips, sneering at one another. He stood, a watchful eye on me when his lips began to curve into a cruel and menacing smile. A smile, full of evil.