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“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

One that came from. The Silver Lake delegation stood near the western windows, a tight cluster of power and privilege. Alpha Marcus Blackwood, looking every inch the traditional leader in his formal attire. His Luna Elena beside him, ice-blonde and perfect. Their Beta, Alexander, tall and watchful. And clinging to the Beta's arm, a blonde female whose blue dress matched eyes currently widened in alarm as she tracked my approach.

He turned around and brought the vial “Have you seen this before?” Gerard asked, the warmth in his voice dissolving into something harsh. “It’s the omega drug being sold on the black market.” My eyes blew wide. “Yes, I had seen it.” My mind scrambled for where I had seen it. “With Liam?” Gerard asked. A chill went down my spine. “No. It wasn’t with Liam,” I said. “It was with—

53. I Hope You'll Love Me Now, Dad! It was a shaky wind that snapped them all out of their frozen state and made them run ahead to save the commander before Zavier Wright bit him down to pieces. Alpha Killian grabbed the back of his head and separated him from the shuddering commander, who was bleeding to tears and panic. The beta and the gamma dragged the old man away while the alpha endeavored to control the enraged wolf. He seemed uncontrollable, his eyes a midnight dark and teeth were thirsty of penetrating into more meat. Zavier howled and jumped upon alpha Killian.

Authority pressed against us like a storm front. I could hear them before I saw them. Boots pacing. Wolves scenting the air. Every step a challenge. The lounge door opened and there they were. Four of them, dressed in obsidian black. Sharp suits. Sharper postures. Their weapons were hidden, but not really. Wolves didn't need blades to kill. They were weapons in flesh. And in the center, seated in my chair like a throne, was Beta Osuof. He was older, but not worn. Time had made him sharper, not weaker. His salt-and-iron hair was cropped close, his jaw hard, his eyes bottomless black. Like staring into judgment.

Beta Osiris explained. "That's why the Epsilon Werewolves are more powerful than us," Beta Osiris said, recalling Gamma Kai. "And the Asmodeus pack is now regaining their power." Howl Wolf Vladimir and Gamma Kai were lost in their own thoughts and didn't hear the words of Alpha Altan and Beta Osiris. Howl Wolf Vladimir was upset that he couldn't protect True Alpha Alparic's body. Gamma Kai was upset that the key to Omicron Wolf Kendrick's release was still kept in True Alpha Alparic's body at his behest.

She furrows, “Now that I think about it, he hasn’t shown up in my office to mark his presence. Maybe he wanted to take some fresh air or eat something after the mission, most agents do it before coming back.” “Victoria,” the boss sighs. “It's the Black Tiger we're talking about. He never leaves the agency if he doesn't have a mission, and when he does, it's always when it's dark outside. It's nearly three in the afternoon and he's still not back!” he shouts, surprising me and Vicky. William is not one to get easily angry, seeing him this way makes me think that the Black Tiger missing is really something bad. “Do you think he might do something to himself?” asks Vicky with a quiet voice. I l

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Mason's mother? Wasn't she supposed to have died in that gas explosion? "Hello, Willow ," we greeted her, trying to keep our voices steady. Zaire gestured for us to sit on the worn but clean furniture and poured tea for everyone from an old ceramic pot. Willow looked at Alpha Sebastian with genuine pleasure, her eyes showing a spark of life. "Young Mr. Black, you look handsome as always." "Sister, he's Alpha Sebastian Black of the Silver Peak Pack. You shouldn't address him so informally," Zaire whispered, embarrassment coloring his tone.