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"I have allowed myself to be judged by the council, you have questioned my power and seen me as inadequate to rule the pack. But I ask you all today. Would you be responsible for the lives that would be lost if I don't resume my position as the Alpha?" I watch Damon started to day while everyone look at him fearfully. "Would you hold the bodies of dead wolves and pups that would die? You have put the pack at risk by making foolish decisions and not heeding to the cry of help from the pack. You have ignored the warnings I have given you. I have told you many times that we are at war and we need to prepare but you choose to take irrelevant matters at the time of war. I, Damon Khal, Alpha of th

My heart started beating crazily as I started at her, hoping my instinct was wrong… “End this? What are you saying?” I whispered. “I reject you, Mr. Alpha,” she said in a bored tone. I stared at her in confusion. She was kidding, right? No one would reject the mate given by the Moon Goddess. Soon, I realised that she really meant it. I felt as if the very Earth had been moved out from under my feet. My mate rejected me? Was I really that bad? I was an Alpha and my pride didn’t let me stand there and take her rejection silently. She had no idea what she had just done.

"I would never accept a wretched omega as my mate." I felt searing pain in my chest and I doubled over. This was unfair. I could never live like this. "I'm not wretched!" I screamed, getting the attention of all the Alphas. "You don't know me!" I continued, feeling all the anger and the pain at once. The Alpha King simply stared at me with those cold eyes. "I would rather take another wolf as my queen, not a weak omega." He declared and I realised what was coming next. He opened his lips but before he could utter those words, I beat him to it. I would rather reject my enemy that have him reject me.

I sensed he was about to reject me, but I wasn't ready to accept that outcome. "If you were to reject me, Adrian Locke, I won't accept it," I declared courageously, even though I understood that I wouldn't need to accept the rejection for him to be freed from the bond, given he was an Alpha and I a delta. Nevertheless, I said it with the hope that he wouldn't dare.

"Why should I? I didn’t even know that something like this would happen. If I had known, I would accept it even if it gives me a great headache." Seeing the alpha’s unhappy tone of voice, the beta, who has big ambitions, shut himself up. Even though he was unhappy, he shouldn’t let Marsin see it. After all, he still has a chance to benefit from everything in his power. There were a lot of students around, but only a group of alphas heard those conversations. They didn’t speak. After all, they know the truth behind it. It was true that Marsin had received an offer, but he wasn’t on the council because he rejected it. It was because the President at the time saw his true nature. Why would the

A flicker of something crossed his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by that same cold mask. "Some things are more important than personal feelings, Tricia." A vise tightened around my chest. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. "I'll appeal to the Werewolf Alliance," I forced myself to stand tall. "I will prove my father's innocence." Instantly, a crushing wave of his Alpha’s command slammed into me. The air grew thick, heavy. My knees went weak, and it became hard to breathe. It was an Alpha's command, an authority no wolf could defy.

Not with her stubborn pride and sharp tongue and the way she looked at me like I was someone she could love if only I’d stop trying to be perfect. And yet. The image of her walking away wouldn’t leave my mind. It lingered like smoke after a fire. Only then did my phone vibrate, calling my attention. The screen lit up with a single message from my father, a single picture attached to the message. An official document sent to my father from one pack to another, titled: Union annulled by direct request of the Female Alpha of The House of Royals.

“I, Alpha Cyra Teymoori, reject you, Alpha Yorick ... what’s your last name?” “Hill,” I growl. Thad is howling in my head at her instant rejection of us. “I, Alpha Cyra Teymoori, reject you, Alpha Yorick Hill as my mate and Alpha,” she says, looking at me expectantly, as if she didn’t just rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it while I stood by helplessly. I step up to her, taking her chin in my hand. “I, Alpha Yorick Hill, reject your ridiculous rejection. But I do want to know why? Why would you reject me when you don’t even know me?” I growl.

His eyes moved across the shelf, the window, the floor, and stopped. On the windowsill. Half a second. Then back to me, smooth and neutral, giving nothing. “The Alpha wants to establish ground rules,” he said. “Tonight.” He didn’t ask if I was ready. He stepped back and held the door open, which was its own kind of answer to a question I hadn’t asked. I looked at the windowsill one more time. A sealed room. A carving left inside it, worn down by years of someone’s hands. A Beta who noticed it in three seconds and chose not to react.

He paused and grins. "If I can't have mine, you can't have yours, Alpha"