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My heart is racing, my senses on high alert, as I prepare myself for what's to come. I'm not here to make friends or enemies. I'm not here to challenge the alpha or infiltrate the pack. It’s just Jasmine. And then slowly, I see him - Denzel, the notorious alpha, standing tall and imposing, his presence commanding attention. But my gaze doesn't linger on him for long, because behind him, I spot the one person I've been searching for. Jasmine looks even more breathtaking than she did last night. Her thick, dark hair cascades gloriously down her back, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her porcelain skin.

He was definitely sexy. He got off of me and held out his hand. I took it and he pull me up. "My name is Chazz Arias. I am Julian Cesario's Beta and best friend." Chazz told matter of factly. "Who's Julian Cesario?" I questioned him. "He's the Alpha of the Madrid Pack." He stated calmly. "Where's is Scarlett Ross? Do you even know her? She was at the club with me last night. I saw when your Alpha yanked her out of the club with such possessiveness towards her."

When I opened the link between us, he bombarded me with questions. "Man, you need to control your possessiveness!" I just shook my wolf's head as I raced towards that lizard at maximum speed. "Do you have a mate?" I asked him adamantly. Then he scoffs, "No man, but based on what I know about your mate, I suspect that she wouldn't appreciate your possessive behavior." "I am a Royal Alpha!" I reply angrily. As my beta scoffs, "Duh and guess what so is she. She'll make your life hell. What's sick, though, is that you'll enjoy it."

“I can smell how wet you are.” Her smile doesn’t waver, but her nails dig into my arm through my tux sleeve. “Keep talking and I’ll ‘accidentally’ knee you in front of every photographer in New York.” I chuckle darkly and kiss her cheek for the cameras. “Try it. I’ll fuck you in the coatroom and make you walk back out with my cum running down your legs.” The possessiveness roaring through my veins is new. Violent. I’ve had women. Plenty of them. None ever made me feel like this, like I’d burn the world down if another man so much as breathed near her.

He acts like the last two minutes never happened. I used to think the idea of fated mates was romantic. I thought it was a beautiful, soul-deep connection. I was wrong. This isn't romance. It is an obsession. It is a cage. Seeing the way he looked at me makes my stomach turn. These possessive Alphas are great in books, but they are terrifying in person. They are unstable. I want to grab Alanza, throw her over my shoulder, and run until we hit the ocean. I fall back into my seat. I am completely drained. I don't have any fight left in me. All I can do is watch the rhythmic movement of the blanket as Alanza breathes. I watch the way Sombra’s eyes never close.

“The packs unite now, or we risk everything.” I stayed silent, as ordered. Smiled when eyes turned to me. Nodded when Father boasted of my “strength as an alpha’s daughter.” Inside, the fear gnawed constant—fear of slipping, of saying the wrong thing, of the basement waiting if I failed. The emissaries mentioned the beta, Kaden, often. “He’s patient,” one said. “A good match.” But the alpha heir, Darius, was absent—away on urgent pack business, they explained. Father didn’t care. “The beta will suffice,” he replied, waving it off. I wondered if the heir even knew his brother was being traded for me. If he cared.

he repeated, and there was something primitive, something possessive in his voice that made me shiver. As suddenly as he had grabbed me, he released me. Without another word, he stormed out, slamming the door so hard it echoed through the hallway. My legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor. I was trembling uncontrollably, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, my breathing shallow and fast. What the hell is wrong with him? I thought, rubbing my chin where his fingers had left marks. Are all alpha wolves this insane? First Ricardo with his sick jealousy and violence, and now Alaric with this possessive outburst. What was it with alphas believing they owned women?

They spoke calmly, like this was a business transaction, like choosing a mate was the same as signing a contract or acquiring a company. “Without a mate,” one of them had said, “your position as Alpha will never be complete.” They didn’t need to remind me what the ritual meant, I knew it better than any of them. An Alpha without a mate was unfinished, unstable and a risk. My jaw tightened. My father had already chosen one for me long before he died. A political match and a perfect Luna on paper, having strong bloodline, loyal family and no complications. No emotions. I exhaled slowly through my nose, that was the problem. My mind betrayed me before I could stop it.

“Contract wife.” “Still my wife.” “No, Dante. No. That contract doesn’t give you the right to go full mafia on my problems.” He leaned in, voice low and hot. “I don’t need a contract to protect what is mine.” My heart skipped… or tripped, she wasn’t sure. She pushed him lightly. “Don’t start with that.” “Start with what?” “That possessive, overprotective, alpha-male bullshit.” He smiled like she had complimented him. “It works for me.”

But almost as soon as he made contact with her, he knew she was his beloved. “Shit!” He cursed. His men, who had crowded around him and the girl, looked at him in surprise. Their alpha rarely swears so to hear him spew out something vulgar in it is a rarity. The elder men who noticed the tender touch the alpha had on the girl smiled, a rare form of expression on the warriors. The younger warriors don't really seem to understand what is going on until they pay extra attention to the alpha’s actions. Their eyes widened in surprise. They never thought they would get to share this moment.