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’ that was my thought in action as I stared vacantly at the beautiful woman before me. Despite being a very shameful thing among we shifters, I not only slept with Janet in secret, but I had also marked her inadvertently. During heat, it is usually established that the Alpha male and Luna belonged to each other. But I had no Luna. It wasn't a shameful thing that I mated the other she-wolves of the Pack, it was more shameful when it was an Omega. Janet was the most beautiful shifter in my Pack, the Crescent Pack. And that gave me a sense of pride. She was a trophy I owned, but it never lasted. It all ended the day she was killed.

At first I realized walking to his chambers might make me get there late,I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I felt a pain on my feet as I ran,but I ignored it.I.want to see the alpha badly before he left the pack. “Alpha”. I called him as I saw him entering his carriage,my voice was barely above a whisper and because werewolves have enhanced hearing,he was able to hear me and he paused. I approached him with a false smile playing on my lips,I couldn't let him see how weak I am,he won't care either. “I was worried about you” I said to him,my eyes boring deep into his.

I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me. A woman raised her hand, who I recognized as Alpha Mira of the Solitary Pack. She had my respect because she was the only female Alpha I had come across and regulating a pack was a hard task. “Why don't we all join forces then? After all, the war is bound to affect everyone; Every supernatural being and even humans,” she spoke in a genteel tone. She had a point, but a werewolf’s pride was intoxicating. This was something she wouldn't understand because women were selfless and thought of what would be best for everyone. But that was not the case here amid power-hungry men, who only thought selfishly.

The murmurs started up the second I turned my back. ⸻ I hadn’t made it halfway down the hall before their voices reached me — low, sharp whispers that carried far too easily through the stone passageway. “…never seen anything like it. She just walks in here, acting like she belongs—” “—and he moves her into his rooms, like she’s some kind of queen.” A derisive laugh. “Please. She’s a wolfless omega. We all know what that means.” “Maybe we do,” another voice hissed, “but the Alpha clearly doesn’t. Did you see the way he looked at her? Like she put some spell on him.”

He intended to claim me as his mate, binding our souls together in a profound and irrevocable bond. A mixture of trepidation and anticipation surged through my veins. I knew the significance of this act, the weight it carried in the realm of the werewolf pack. It was a primal declaration, an emblem of possession, and a testament to the depth of our connection. To be marked by an Alpha was an honor and a profound commitment, one that would intertwine our destinies and solidify our place within the pack hierarchy. But he wasn't just an Alpha, he was my lover. He was my man.

The water was no longer helping my case. “You should know by now that I don’t want to reject you. If I didn’t keep trying to coax you to love me the way I do you, I wouldn’t have become snappish.” “Huh?” I tilted my head to the side in puzzlement. He reached out a hand to touch my cheek softly, and I leaned into his touch despite everything. “A werewolf that’s been denied his mate, an alpha no less, can only become grumpier the more time passes.”

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

“How could you call her a demon?” “She does demonic things!” Victoria hastened to reply and Staffy nodded, agreeing with her. “My lord, she's a cunning witch!” “Shut up!” He snapped again. “Don't you dare call her that!” Anger flashed in his eyes, he wanted to grab Victoria and rip her apart for her vile utterances. “Mind your tongue!” Victoria was stunned. She couldn't believe her eyes. How had the Alpha found this dirty girl? Why was he holding her so close, patting her back like she was some child? She stared at them, her eyes burning with pain.

Charles POV The air was alive with restless energy as the moon slowly rose above the ancient redwoods. Wolf jaws cracked and yellow eyes glowed in anticipation as the clearing filled with wolves of every shape and size. This was no ordinary full moon. By ancient law, all the alphas of Atlantic kingdom were gathering to pay homage to the king of werewolves - Alpha Alex of the Crescent Moon pack. Damon, massive black fur bristling, paced at the head of the Blue Moon pack. His wolves fanned out in orderly rows, eyes watching everything. Aquinas, the lean gray wolf of the Deep Water pack, sat calmly with his wolves arrayed behind him.