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"Ye-yes, ma'am." I run to the stockroom, get four bottles of San Pellegrino and put them in front of the door, then run away as fast as I can. One million questions run through my head. Will their Alpha kill me for being weaker than other wolves, even if I'm not part of his pack? Is she going to tell Alpha Graham about my unusual features? Will she call him out for letting someone break my nose? I mean, lady, if you think that's bad, I got some news you're not gonna like and then I'm dead meat by your Alpha for sure.

“Ah yes. The Alpha approach. Command first, personality later.” His jaw tightened. “This isn’t a joke, Enid.” “Funny,” I shot back. “Could’ve fooled me with the dramatic entrance and everything.” The air between us thickened, tension coiling tighter with every word. It wasn’t just anger. It was something else. Something hotter. Sharper. Dangerous. Nina clapped her hands once, far too cheerful. “And that’s my cue to not be here when you two inevitably combust. Try not to burn down the garage. Again.”

I continued “There are more subtle ways to make people respect you, not banishment..” “Answer me!?” I interrupted. “Do you want respect from your pack!?” “Yes, I do,” He replied now mellowed “Then cut down with this softness, and become a real Alpha! Alphas don't bend! Alpha command authority! Alphas don't let stupid things cloud their judgment! Alphas command their pack and take the territory of other packs! Be like your father Haden, be focused on your duties,” He was quietly listening to me now “And remove Tasyra from your head too!” I said, already irritated by the situation.

He stepped down harder until the man could no longer move. "A-Alpha! I-.." He tried to speak, but no words came out. He knew, either way, the Alpha would kill him. "I twisted his head, I need to spill more blood from you.." Was all he said before he leaned down and scratched over the man's face with his claw, his eyes clawed out in the process. The man screamed out in pain, and blood decorated all over his face. He lost his sight and now he will loose his life. He struggled underneath the Alpha's hold.

it took everything in me to stay upright. Razor was still cuffed in my arm which was screaming at me at this point. “Now I need you and your goon to get the fuck out my room, now back the fuck, up you too dumber. Just then there was another knock on the door . I rolled my eyes like what the hell is happening when did my room become the meeting spot for everybody. Before I could say anything. It swung open with a bang. A tall, big man stepped in with a bad ass navy pinstripe suit he had a fresh cut with dark brown eyes that looked like he had no problem killing somebody with little reason. I got a little worried, but I didn’t let them see me afraid. Smiling at me stepping next to Summer look

I explain. “Well, if you can defeat him, they are securing your packhouse,” Alpha tells me. “Win or lose, I am the Beta of Sol Pack. Always,” I tell him again. “We shall see,” Alpha whispers as we catch up to Waterman and Chestnut. Waterman is inside the battle circle, warming up. I kick off my shoes and remove my shirt. I’m in jeans, I really wish I was in pants that move, but it is what it is right now.

On the other side stood Alpha Alek Blue. Alpha Alek possesses a warm tan complexion, with thick, short curls of dark black hair, accented by striking neon red highlights that leave others puzzled. His thick eyebrows frame his face, complemented by a charming stubble that adds to his allure. With a perfectly shaped nose and a pointed chin, his misty green eyes hold a captivating depth, while his wide, heart-stopping smile reveals delightful dimples on his cheeks.

A pack member was trying to contact him. “Yes?” Kane replied as he opened the link. “Alpha, I think you need to come now. It is about your mate.” “Shit!” The panic in her voice had him abandoning his shower and hurriedly picking up whatever clothes he could lay his hands on, and he was throwing them on his wet figure. “Alpha.” Denise panicked as she saw the alpha in front of her, his hair still dripping with water. His shirt had clung tightly to his muscular frame, and even she had to admit that he was hot.

I was on a ladder, trying to hang the fabric up temporarily so I could step back and look when I heard a voice behind me. "That must of hurt." I whip my head around and it's Nigel. The Alphas Beta. "Hi." I chirp. He's another man that's extremely easy on the eyes. His slicked back hair gives him this New York in the 1940s look. His rugged beard and thick muscles make you want to be his rag doll to toss around. "Hey. So how much pain did that cost you?" He pointed to my calf. I look down at my tattoo of the moon with a wolf behind it.

The air inside was cooler, cleaner, yet it carried a chilling authority that made my skin crawl. At the far end of the room stood a man with his back facing us. He was shirtless, his muscular frame tense as though carved from stone. Black ink decorated his body, twisting into intricate tattoos that seemed almost alive in the dim light. But my gaze froze when I spotted one marking that stood out among them all. Bold across his back, etched in dark ink, was a name. Alpha Mich. My breath caught. I had heard that name whispered in fear countless times. Alpha Mich of the Embermoon Pack. Ruthless. Powerful. Deadly. A man whose strength and supernatural powers made him a legend. If the rumors were