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He doesn’t deflect. He steps closer, leaning a hip against the table. “You don’t have to know how yet.” “That’s not reassuring.” “It’s honest,” he says. “No Alpha knows how the first time. They learn. Usually by screwing it up a few times.” I snort despite myself. “But your situation,” Ronin continues, “isn’t normal. There’s a curse. A witch. A brewing war. That’s a lot to put on one possible pup.” “Exactly.”

"Elder Alaric's grandson is actually participating in an outdoor tracking trial? The production budget must be astronomical." "Ronan Nightcrest... the reigning champion of the virtual blood-arenas. They call him Zeus on the digital grid." "He retired from the competitive esports circuit last winter after a silver-poisoning injury to his right wrist, but his personal stream traffic still dominates the entire continent. He is an absolute A-lister in show business within a single cycle." "The rumors say his bite is more dangerous than his physical weight. He doesn't hesitate to humiliate high-tier alphas if they bore him."

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When I reopen my eyes, the usually calm, peaceful Alpha is gaping at me in disbelief. Looking behind him, I see an indent in the wall so deep, cracks in the wallpaper show. When Noah steps back, I see I almost pushed him right into the foundation. “If I weren’t an Alpha, that would have hurt a lot,” Noah comments, looking back at me. “Because that’s not normal.”

"Where am I?" "You are in the Moon Shadow pack, Link. My name is Nicole Stone and the Alpha is my son, Jayson Stone. You came here two days ago and you attacked two people who are both currently in critical condition," she replied. "What? No. I'd never attack another person. You're lying to me. Tell me you're lying?" I panicked. I had never killed a person in my life unless they attacked me first and I had certainly never been one for going round, randomly attacking people for the fun of being able to do it.

he warned, wagging a warning finger. “She does not make me uncomfortable,” Nico countered. Rea got up from the couch and scrunched her face. “Nothing can ever get a reaction from him. He's that much of a robot. I bet he wouldn't even notice me if I walked around here naked, with my legs spread wide apart.” Nero cocked his head with a thoughtful look. “That's true, though.” Nico glared at his boss but said nothing in reply. Rea walked to the wine cabinet and picked out a bottle of whisky, and poured herself some.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

He looked stiff, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. "He's not moving right," Nora Bennett, the team's PR Alpha, muttered beside me. "Jack, what did you give him?" "A chance," I replied, my hands trembling in my lap. On the screen, Noah Vexley, a rival from the Shadowpine territory, checked Ronan into the boards. The impact sounded like a gunshot. Ronan didn't go down. He spun, his eyes catching the camera for a split second—they were blue, the color of a frozen lake, instead of his usual gold. The neutralizer was working, but it was killing his strength.