Alpha’s Claimed Mate.
I say, wearing a menacing mask on my face as I smirk.
Asher Nightshade’s days as a weak Alpha are clearly numbered.
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Julian St. Clair’s POV.
Standing atop this hill, gazing out at the sprawling estate below. The moon cast an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating the terrified faces of the humans scattered throughout the grounds.
"Let the hunt begin," I whispered, a cruel smile spreading across my face.
With a wave of my hand, the gates burst open, releasing a pack of snarling, genetically enhanced werewolves. The humans screamed, scrambling to flee as my pets closed in.