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Al said, and Uncle Pete, ever cocky, scoffed. "Yeah, well, good luck with that one... I don't doubt your skills, Al, but I do doubt Romeo's," he said playfully, and I laughed. Mom stood up and made her way to the door. "Your aunt Paige is here, " she announced, and with Aunt Paige walked into Uncle Eulisses. Al greeted Uncle Eulisses, and Uncle Eulisses quickly asked about our businesses... My uncle was an Alpha. Dad helped him legitimize his pack of rogues after Grandma Mariel fucked up big time... and brought upon us the Great War against Evil.

Now was not the time to burn bridges. My father and brothers had died fighting the Rogues, leaving my uncle to seize power and become the Alpha of my homeland, the Lotus Pack. Reclaiming what was once mine would not be easy. In the dead of night, I contacted my maid and instructed her to reach out to the Alpha King of Southspire, Ansel Grey. He had been a close friend of my father's for many years. If anyone would understand my intentions, it was him.

He said, letting out a cruel laugh, his eyes glinting with contempt. “I am still you mate!” She exclaimed, her chest heaving with anger and sadness. Kaden sneered at her, his voice dripping with disgust, “Well I, Alpha Kaden, Alpha of the Lykai Pack, reject you, Maddie Elyria as my mate.” He declared. Maddie felt a searing pain in her chest as she let out a blood-curdling scream. Without showing any remorse, Kaden strode over to her and grasped her wrist, his grip like a vice. He raised her wrist into his mouth and sank his teeth into her skin, drawing blood before spitting it out in disgust.

My uncle's words were edged with a warning. With great reluctance, Bart complied, trailing behind my uncle and the enigmatic man. I kept close to Bart's side, determined not to let my uncle intimidate him unchecked. Upon arriving at my uncle's office, he attempted to dismiss me, but I stood my ground, unwavering. I then realized with a start that his Alpha commands no longer held any sway over me. Could it be because my mate is also an Alpha? If so, then yes—victory!

Did everything that happened turn him into this kind of person or did I turn him into this when I accepted everything uncle gave me. “When you made me accept the rejection you were cutting all ties with me, and it hurt but I am over that now. The mark is fading and it’s like you and I were never mated. As I said before I left, I wish you a good life but never come near me again.” “You lied to your uncle about me, but he still kept me. From now on let me live my life and you can live yours with Megan and soon you will be the alpha of Silver Moon Pack like you wanted. Now leave, I have work to do.”

Tears filled my eyes, and I could barely see his face. For the first time, he felt like a stranger to me. "I, Alpha Caleb, of the Black Crescent Pack, banish Cecilia to the Omega slave camp for the rest of her life! " I felt a deadly pain, like my heart was being torn in two. I heard Riley whimper in agony. The guards peeled me off from the altar. The pain of losing my pack mark made my wolf so weak and miserable. Soon, I turned into a lifeless body. I looked over at Caleb desperately. My eyes pleaded with him to rescue me and tell me that he respected our love and at least friendship but I was wrong.

My uncle. Draven had taken Allene from me boldly. As if he wanted to carve the humiliation into my bones. An idea slowly formed in my mind, there was a way to make him loosen his grip on her. I was going to hurt him where it mattered most. If I couldn’t reach Draven directly, then I would start with his biker men. I would strip away his strength piece by piece until the pressure became unbearable. Until he let her go. If Draven wanted to play king in exile, then I would remind him that I was still an alpha. And alphas didn’t forgive theft.

I wrapped both arms around my shoulders, shivering against the chill. My mind still couldn't piece together everything that had happened. I tried replaying the events, but they refused to line up properly. Johnson. Running. Duncan. The bond that snapped into place without warning. Duncan. Everyone knew who Duncan was. He hadn't left the pack quietly — he left because of what he did. He was Johnson's uncle. And now, I had been claimed by my ex-husband's uncle. My life could not have gotten worse than this. Then something stirred from deep within me. My wolf. She churned and pressed against my ribs, restless and insistent.

“I must thank Alpha Hickman for his hospitality. The Midnight Pack is truly blessed to have such a strong leader.” She smiled at him, then glanced at me. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore. “And so generous, to have adopted one of his own maids. How did this come to pass?” Mia stirred in my mind, her growl low. 'I don't trust this one. She's tricky. She’s picking a fight. Be careful.' Good to know she was trying to be reasonable. I forced a polite smile. I wasn't going to embarrass Uncle right now. “My father fought beside the Alpha during the war. He was his Beta. He died protecting this pack and asked Uncle to take care of me. I was lucky to be taken in. Nothing more.”

So I just stood there with him clinging to me like that. Father Alpha stepped forward, stopping right in front of me. He was so close that with my head bowed, all I could see were his black-soled cloud boots and the corner of his cloak—black, heavy, and embroidered with a faint pendant etched into the fabric. I squinted. The symbol was unmistakable. That pendant belonged to the Blackstone Pack. My heart skipped. Little Rice Dumpling had called him “Father Alpha.” That could only mean one thing. The Alpha of the Blackstone Pack? Alpha Ronan?