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Instead, it felt like standing under a spotlight she hadn’t asked for. “Be careful who you talk to,” Jaxon added quietly, his eyes searching hers. “Zane’s not sloppy. If he thinks you’re sniffing around his routes...” “I can handle Zane,” Raven cut in, maybe too fast. Jaxon’s lips curved in something almost like amusement, almost like doubt. “Can you?” Later, when Raven slipped out to meet a source under the pretense of shopping, she caught a reflection in the store window: a man leaning against a lamppost, pretending to smoke. The same man who’d been outside the club two nights ago.

“Cheers to the alliance of Raven Pack and Snowmoon. Now we can put those little Lakes where they truly belong,” Alpha Ruben Woods' words echo all over the orchard. Everyone turned to him with mixed emotions. They aimed to conquer lakes. They all wanted the small territory for their gains, but none have been bold enough to voice that out.

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Probably in discomfort from the demeaning position. He must have noticed that he was being watched and knelt straighter allowing his arms to fall back to the side He was obviously in discomfort. Soon Ashriel thought. he’d release him in ten minutes. The young alpha returned back three hours later. Yes, a tad bit longer than he had intended to but he had to get his thoughts in order first like he was going to do about his prisoner The Blackclaw alpha had two sons, Kraven and Therion. Both sturdy males who had obviously inherited their father's muscular nature. Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap.

EVE Agatha came over one Saturday afternoon, with her arms full of shopping bags, her eyes darting with the kind of excitement that usually meant gossip. “You’ll never believe who I saw at the mall,” she announced, collapsing onto the sofa beside me. I was half-distracted, scrolling through pregnancy forums I shouldn’t even be on, but at the mention of who, my heart picked up speed. “Who?” I asked, trying to sound casual. She smirked. “Ian.”

Raven questions as my head tilts in shock, knowing that she and Liliana are both Lycan. I also know that if Liliana manifested magic differently than Raven she must be a Lycan Healer like her grandmother. “Alpha Osric, you’re very brave wandering all the way out here alone. I see you’ve made your first kill,” I mention watching her slowly move closer dragging her bunny with her. “Want some? I caught a bunny,” Raven sounds proud as she drops the bunny next to me and gets comfortable sharing her prey with me. “What do you mean something else happened to Liliana?” I question while sniffing her fur finding myself becoming more relaxed in her presence.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

He was literally sliding down the stair railing like a bored kid at recess, an apple in one hand, his signature smirk in place. He landed lightly, took a big bite of his apple, and nodded in approval. “Not so bad,” he said then winked at me. I smiled. “I thought you all would already be apologizing by now,” Raven said, stepping out from a corner. His presence was icy and commanding. No theatrics, no smile—just pure authority and repressed fury. “Or do you want a repeat of what happened" Thorne—who I hadn’t seen in a week—added, stepping out from another corner.

I arrived at the Aile castle a few minutes ago, but Raven had been here for a while monitoring Xanthea and Ezra using his butterflies that were invisible to mortal eyes in the mortal realm. I looked at all the gifts placed on the table. It looks like Ezra had bought her a new phone and a laptop. “You look proud of her,” I said. Cocking a brow, Raven lifted his eyes off the screen and scowled at me. “Why will I be proud? This is the bare minimum she should have done for herself long ago,” he said. “Moreover, after today, it might be a pain in the ass to control her.” “Is that so? Maybe I misinterpreted your smile,” I said, lying down on the couch.

Tonight, I would take control. Xander finally turned, his silver eyes locking onto mine. A slow smirk curled his lips, but there was no amusement in it—only something dark, dangerous. “You?” he mused. “Rejecting me?” I lifted my chin. “Yes.” I clenched my fists, gathering my courage. “I, Raven Roman, reject you, Alpha King Darius Xander Black, as my mate.” The bond inside me shuddered, as if recoiling in agony. A sharp, invisible pain lanced through my chest, but I refused to let it show.