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Alpha Boris was in his chamber, watching the dancers move their bodies rhythmically to the music when his messenger walked in. "Greetings, Your Majesty. You have a message from the Alpha of Atlanta," the messenger said with a bow. "That's enough, dismiss!" he ordered the dancers out, and they bowed and left with their musical instruments. The messenger walked toward Alpha Boris and handed a scroll to him, standing and awaiting his command. Alpha Boris smirked when he discovered that the message was from his brother, the Alpha of Atlanta. He slowly opened the scroll and read through it, but his face crumpled up in a frown after reading it. He squeezed the script tightly until it caught fire a

Iris’s POV Easton Andersen, the future Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, my big brother, will be back home today. I was informed by Noah, the son of our Beta David, also Easton’s close friend. Hmm..Of course, I don’t believe he is here for Olivia’s birthday party, that’s my mother, not his. When I last saw him was 2 months ago, and the last words I got from him were" Fuck off".He hates Olivia, and he hates me, even though I thought he loved me three years ago.

“I'm asking you this for the last time, Alpha Austin Radford. Where is Alvina, your daughter?” Beta Hudson asked in an angry tone, as though he wanted to cut off Alpha Austin's head. However, Alpha Austin's Beta, whose name was Alfredo, couldn't say a word because he knew how dangerous and powerful the Black Soul pack was. If he dares to fight Beta Hudson for shouting at the Alpha, then their pack would be taken down by the black soul pack within minutes.

It was time to put my foot down. There were other matters at stake. In an effort to topple me, my younger brother Charles has made contractual commitments to Alpha Henley. Charles was not the alpha, so the secondary terms did not apply to my pack. Rather, it affected our business line and profit margins, and gave Henley minimal rights to vote. My father retained twenty percent shares while I had a substantial sixty percent, and my nefarious brother had twenty percent, which was short of what he stupidly signed away. He was probably drunk when he made the deal.

His captor snorted and turned around, giving the Alpha a false hope that he had been spared but just before the Alpha could let out a sigh of relief, life was drained out of him in the blink of an eye. The last thing he saw before leaving the works was the eerie smile of none other than Mark now standing tall before him while he laid on the floor, his body covered in blood. "Idiot," Mark hissed out, his eyes containing fury as he stared down at the naked and bloodied Alpha his wolf had dismantled. He knelt on the floor on one knee and picked up a bottle of liquid. He gently opened the lid and poured every drop of it on the body of the dead Alpha.

When the dust settled, the pack was gone — scattered, wounded, or worse. They stood there, breathing hard. Another trial survived. Another line crossed. “This place will tear us apart,” Rose muttered. Franco looked at her, eyes hard. “Only if we let it.” But they weren't done yet. They were surrounded now, unfortunately Rose pheromones started moe Alphas. They were out of escape plans. Before they could make their way out, they were grabbed. "He is a beta, no use of him, kill him!" one voiced.

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

Storm only growled at the insult, but did not reply. "What can I do for you three little hooligans?" I asked. Luck was on my side since they did not understand what I was saying so they let it slide. "Alpha King Elio, is it true that you are not a good Alpha and that you want to sell us?" One of the little ones said, as if I would make any money off them. They are just pups, what good would they be to anyone? "If I did that your parents would kill me." I replied, the one who asked the question turned to the others and smirked.

I reached out instinctively, my hands moving toward the neatly dressed man who had orchestrated this nightmare, trying to plead with him, to touch him and make him see my desperation. The sharp crack of his boot against my chest cut me off and bain exploded through my ribs, but it wasn’t enough to silence my screams. So he leaned in and said. “You can choose between going to Alpha Draven and becoming his breeder, or getting sold to a harem or a brothel, where the physical abuse will be far worse.” I froze, my mind spinning. “No… Please!” I whispered, tears streaming freely because the idea of being subjected to the horrors of a brothel or the dominance of an Alpha with a cursed lineage was s

I bite the Alpha’s throat before he can get the word “reject” out of his mouth, because I’ve been sold, collared, and called a peace bride for the last time. His blood hits my tongue hot and wrong. Copper, winter, and something electric that tastes like the air before a storm tears the sky open. I expect him to howl, to throw me to the ground, to show the whole arena what happens to girls who draw Alpha blood. He doesn’t.