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The rogue Alpha appeared at the edge of the crowd, flanked by his warriors, his presence sending a wave of fear through the pack. "Well, well," he sneered, a wicked grin on his face. "It seems your Alpha is unable to fulfill the terms. Shall we see what happens next?" The rogue Alpha’s warriors moved forward, weapons drawn, their eyes gleaming with malice. The pack members backed away, their fear palpable. Caden’s heart raced. "No… this can’t be happening," he thought, panic beginning to creep in. The rogue Alpha raised his hand, his smile widening. "I believe it’s time for a new leader," he declared, his voice booming. "And so, here is my decision..."

The young Alpha of the Vantheir pack walked past me like I didn’t exist. His dark, powerful aura lingered in the atmosphere like the curls of an intoxicating smoke. And although everyone else was terrified, I felt no fear. The young Alpha of Vantheir carried a primal mark of the Alpha line. My mate, Malric..

She feels like she can do anything, even… suppress an Alpha. “I’m not the only one with a scar slash at the back of my left hand,” Alpha Frail reveals while tugging off the glove on the other hand and tossing both gloves to the ground as he shifts backwards. “I arrived at your parent’s cabin only after they were already killed. I did not even find their corpses, but I saw the blood.” The Alpha’s voice drops to a murmur as he says the last sentence. “I may have been the one who set fire to the cabin.” “And you knew I was alive.”

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

I need to wash up and fix my krpa. “I hate lies,” he says. “They hurt.” “Forgive me, Alph—” “Vlad,” he interrupts. “Drop the formalities, little dove?” His voice sounds strange. Alpha Vladimir sighs and presses his chest against my back, his hands enveloping my waist from behind. I curl into myself, swaying slightly, but willing myself to deal with his touch. Fighting him is pointless. An Alpha is entitled to whatever maiden he desires. All I can do is hope and pray the monster doesn't create further proximity.

It said alot, yet said nothing. "Your ties run so deep," Seraphina continued, her voice dropping to something almost reverent, "that severing them would be nigh impossible. You carry his pup. His scent lives in every layer of you — he branded you with his very essence." She tilted her head slightly. "And so did you. Your imprint exists in every fibre of his being. That is why he suffers from the inside out, that is why he can't find peace in the arms of another, because no she-wolf can fill the place already occupied. Because the tether doesn't just run deep, Anna — it runs beneath deep. Sealed by the unborn pup of the Alpha who marked you."

Notes from healers long gone filled the margins, written in different hands and different inks, as though each had added a piece of their own knowledge before passing the book on. I leaned against the shelf, my eyes racing across the page. With every line I read, my gift stirred beneath my skin, responding to the words as though they confirmed what it had sensed all along. The book described a sickness inherited through Alpha bloodlines, one that slowly corrupted the body while leaving the mind painfully clear. My heart began to pound. It was the same sickness I had felt inside Alpha Dimitri. The resistance in his blood. The tightening through his veins. The stubborn darkness that had pushed

Wynter follows suit, then Kayden takes a knee between Wynter's legs, earning him a growl from Darius, making Wynter laugh. She smiles up at him, and he looks away but ultimately lets Kayden continue. Kayden doesn't even act the least bit surprised. He's an Alpha, after all, so he has probably had similar occurrences with his own mate. Alphas are extremely possessive. While we all know nothing would happen from it, it doesn't mean that it'll stop our wolves from being territorial. Kayden nods then looks back at Wynter. "I want you to close your eyes and hold the necklace in your hand." Kayden requests.

I'm sure he has many but I still ask. "You pack fears me, I'm sure you know the answer." Alpha Adrian's gaze drops to mine. "I sure do," I murmur looking down. I glance up at him again and something begins to snuggle at the back of my head, a frown form on my forehead trying to figure out what it is. "Alpha Linux is benevolent, if you choose to lay low he won't mind selling up his alliance for his friend." "I don't want his benevolence, he owes me that much."