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His back still turned to us. "Yes Alpha." And the old man was gone from our sights. Alpha Caine turned around now facing us. His grey hair styled back giving him a sophisticated look and his black and white tuxedo making him appear like a dominant and powerful he is. His eyes shone with pride and admiration. He seem like a fair leader with a strong command of his pack. "Good evening Julian and company." The Alpha approached me and held out his hand for a hand shake.

And it is here, that staring into her eyes makes Alpha Roman realize that she is the woman the moon goddess intended for him. Is this a joke? The alpha’s father sat right beside him. He fights his conscious not to march into that field and claim her. She is a downgrade to the werewolf name. An insult to the name of an alpha as mighty as himself. He has worked hard for seventeen decades. Roman learned the secrets of men and those of beasts. He understood battle strategies and watched kingdoms rise and fall. Yet those few years are nothing compared to the knowledge Alpha Roman’s father continues to pass down to him.

my mom stated firmly. “The Alpha already has a mate.”

Almost as if. "She's absorbing my power." I whispered. I then split my hands apart causing the flames to ripple and cut through hers. If I wanted to beat her, I'd have to beat her without magic. "Ah, figured it out huh?" She said. I nodded and charged towards her, just barely missing her scratches as we inched together. Both perfectly striking and missing one another. But this time, I had the upper hand. I remembered my deal with the Moon Goddess. I was still alpha of the deadliest pack. I was Alpha Rose. And with that knowledge I dodged another of her jabs to my side and then used the opportunity to grab her arm. I then moved her closer and managed to get my hands around her neck. I lifted

Whatever. I sidestep past the male. I want to taste the young one. Feel her sweet blood pouring down my throat. If the older witches made me this strong, I bet this young one will make me damn-near invincible. I rear onto my hind legs, bringing my front paws down on the child, knocking her to the ground. “Stop! Right now!” the male wolf orders. I can’t move. Dammit. Is he my Alpha? I’m standing on top of the girl, my jaws clenched around her throat, ready to bite down. “Let her go.”

Instead of savoring the moment, I said, “We’re going to be late.” “Only because you decided to be a naughty girl and tempt the beast in me,” he said, his lips set into a thin unyielding line. “So you do agree that my shorts were better,” I countered. “Both outfits are outrageous,” he shook his head negatively. I pouted. “You’re mean, alpha,” I tell him as I place my feet down. “I’m just a hot-blooded male,” was his response as he eyed my neckline, hunger glaringly obvious in his eyes. “The next time you call me alpha, so help me god…”

At first it felt like an act of cowardice, but when I remember the look in his eyes. The determination that ran so deep, I knew there was no way I could take this from him. Maddox has always spoken through actions, refusing to let him speak when he so clearly needs me to hear him. It felt wrong. This is just one of Maddox’s many love letters written to me through action. It’s time I let him love me the way he knows how. “Sometimes being an alpha is more than selfish impulses, even if it breaks you inside.” I mutter, running my hands through my hair. When I look up again, I see a small smile on Matthias’ lips as he finally takes a seat.

The casual way he said it made my stomach turn. "Your Alpha is reacting exactly how we expected," he continued. "He's searching. Moving fast. Probably not thinking clearly. That makes him predictable." "You're underestimating him," I said. "We're not. We're counting on him. Bonded wolves always come for their mates. It's instinct. They can't help it. And that instinct makes them easy to manipulate." I wanted to argue. To tell him Adrian was smarter than that. But the words stuck in my throat because part of me wondered if the man was right.

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.

When he finally arrived at my side of the door, he opened it, and I found myself breathing in that breath of fresh air I had been craving. “Tristan is back, and he is trying his best to f*ck up everything that I built from the ground up. He wants to challenge me to become Alpha of the pack. Not only that, but he had the nerve to drag your sister into this. He still thinks that she wants to be mated to him, so I will contact her, and her new mate, and warn them about what is about to transpire. I doubt that I will lose, but... If I do lose, then I want you to know that I would have given you the world if I could. I love you, Alice.” He held my head in the palm of his hands as he placed his fo