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Turning to Elowen, she asked, "What do you think? It's quite nice, isn't it?" Elowen nodded, the picture of understanding. "Yes, it's lovely!" The sales associate chimed in, "This coat is a part of our limited edition end-of-year collection. It's exquisitely made, hence a bit pricier." Aurora was taken aback. "Limited edition? Are there no more available?" The salesperson apologized with a smile. "I'm sorry, miss. This black one is the last we have. We do have another one in red, though."

Aiden spoke up next, “Because you are a silver wolf bloodline. Your shift will be, um, more intense and we want to be able to intercede if necessary.” Creasing my brow, I lowered my eyes and asked Stormy if what they were implying was true, and she hummed a bit before answering, “I'm not certain.” Glancing at them both, I exhaled sharply and stated, “I will, but I want privacy to undress.” Seeing them both nodding, I relaxed, but Stormy was being antsy, and I assumed it was because she was going to get touched by the coming moonlight. “You want a small drink to calm your nerves? You appear anxious,” Jaxon said, bringing me out of my head.

Terrifyingly calm and eager to face this Alpha. Tavian backs away from the two and gives them the signal to begin. But neither man moves. Garron's aura is still, this is beyond calm, he doesn't even register Dorian as a threat. Dorian sees this and his aura spikes and ripples violently as he draws power from his wolf. His fingers turn to claws and his teeth to fangs as releases a blow no doubt harder than anyone he's thrown before. The blow makes contact with a Garron's chest, sending a small shock wave through the arena. There's no way an Omega survives that is what we all thought, yes, including me, but Garron was unfazed.

He looks at the other boy and says, "Mr. Crowbane, where is Zoraya Flint? Why isn't she walking with her alpha?" Aziel drops his anger about my flight for a hot minute. "She is still sleeping under the furs." He turns his big chest toward Draven. "I heard you and Orion Greyclaw had a very loud talk about weapon designs yesterday?" Orion has been the top target for every chief in the hall—everyone wants to buy his tech. The pack radio says Nighthowl Systems is ready to drop a massive new moon core project. Draven does not care that his boots almost tripped over mine. He just shrugs his big shoulders. "We just chewed some meat together, that is all."

Tonight, Lyon intended to seize exactly what he wanted in return. He found the robes in the private spa area—thick, midnight-blue velvet trimmed with silver piping and embossed with the silver lightning bolt of the Stormbreakers logo. He shed his tailored clothes, leaving his undergarments folded neatly on the counter beside his discarded jersey. He scrubbed his face, watching the painted numbers of the pack wash down the drain.

A rune-inscribed gauntlet that created impenetrable energy shields. Each time, the bids climbed higher. And each time, I was the last one standing. As the seventh and final weapon...a gleaming obsidian staff that could call forth storms...was unveiled, the room was buzzing with speculation. Ashton leaned back, his eyes glinting with pride and amusement. "You’re making a statement, all right." I smirked. "Good cause I want all to know." "Last but not least," the auctioneer said, practically trembling with excitement. "The Obsidian Stormstaff. One of the deadliest creations known to man. The starting bid is five million dollars."

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.

“Now it’s localized.” Vale nodded. “That is the trade,” he said. “System stability in exchange for individual strain.” He took a step closer. “How long can you hold it?” The question was not theoretical. Elias did not answer immediately. “I don’t know,” he said. Vale’s expression remained neutral. “That’s honest.” He stepped back. “You will continue,” Vale said. “Until the load either equalizes—” A pause. “—or exceeds capacity.” Dismissal followed.

She keeps talking. “Zeta just got me a bag,” she says, excitement slipping into her voice. “The Étoile Noire Sovereign 26. It just dropped this year. limited release. Only fifty pieces worldwide. Hand-stitched calfskin, brushed gold clasp, custom interior lining. It’s divine.” My stomach hurts more hurt.

"Ancient history. Let's just exchange insurance information and be done with this." Melissa stepped forward, one hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Actually, Amber, could we maybe—" Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone. "I'm calling Mason. He can handle this properly." (Melissa's POV) I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's car. The limited edition Midnight Racer with its custom detailing and midnight blue finish—I'd seen the catalog in Ethan's office. Only twenty had been made worldwide, and Dominic Blackwood had purchased one for his Luna.