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Behind her sat an eye-catching red sports car, its sleek body gleaming under the lights. That was a limited-edition sports car. Only three existed in the world. "See this. Is everyone watching?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet. "My Alpha just won a war for me, but he told me this car is my real prize tonight." Comments flooded the livestream. "Which Alpha is this generous?" "Oh my God, that car costs at least 50 million dollars!" "The streamer is so lucky!" Then a username appeared at the top, pinned there—D's Wolf. The account had a golden verification badge and VIP status.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

What few realized was that its foundational software framework—AlfaStudio—was the very platform Stefan had personally developed at AlfaTech. During its development, AlfaStudio had been restricted to AlfaTech’s elite Team 18. Now fully licensed and legally protected, only designated corporate partners of Nano-ID would be granted access to its advanced architecture. “We’ve arrived, sir,” the ride-hailing driver announced, completing the trip. Stefan stepped off the motorcycle and handed the driver a hundred-thousand-rupiah bill. “Keep the change, Pak.” The middle-aged man gasped. “That’s far too much! Thank you so much, sir!”

Panni whispered, her knife drawn. "She’s already being processed," a voice boomed. Alistair Vane stood on the balcony above them, his pinstriped suit immaculate despite the chaos. Beside him stood Jian, looking down at his brother with a mixture of pity and professional detachment. "The auction has already begun, Jinyan," Alistair said, checking his pocket watch. "The bids are not in currency. They are in Treaties. The Russian conglomerates have offered the oil rights to the Arctic. The London syndicates have offered the silver mines of Peru. All for a single night with the 'Alpha'—to see if she can truly ground their turbulent markets with her presence."

she said with confidence that had me staring at her. My wolf especially felt the stirrings of unease. I was an Alpha wolf, after all, and Valeria was the perfect submissive. She would usually melt at the tone of command or displeasure in my voice. When the hell did she grow so confident? My unease quickly grew into anger. The nerve of this woman! After all I had done for her. After everything I did for her, I couldn't let her go. Not like this. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of trying to convince her to stay.

The bigger of the two with a deep voice said I was able to contact the information and I was able to get the secret arrangement the pack is making for war and it will help us defeat them. We'll attack the silver moon pack unexpectedly and once they are killed we'll also take over the blood crest pack. Hahaha and they won't even know what hit them till it's too late he continued. But do you think Alpha Gene will fall for it? Asked the other small man with a shrill voice and a limp on his right leg. Plansur spy has promised to hand over the secret passage into the silver moon pack and even prepared poison laced in wolfbane to weaken the warriors and secure us an easy win.

Her brown curls fell over her shoulders and her black eyes started turning to a lighter shade of red. ”The Alpha of the Celestial Pack, and he offered a generous sum as well,” she said with pride. ”We’ll offer to double whatever he was going to pay.” Lydia said and narrowed her eyes. Genevieve's eyes slightly widened but only a fraction before she regained her composure. ”They offered five hundred thousand dollars,” she said and tilted her head back. ”We will give you a million,” Lydia countered. Genevieve's lips formed a thin line and I heard gasps coming from around us.

My soul was fixated on a girl in a striped dress who had walked out on me before the sun was up. I grabbed the phone. I dialed Marcus. Alpha Thomas “Alpha King Thomas.. How was the service last night?” His irritating voice came. "Send that girl to me tonight," I growled the moment he picked up. "Oh, Alpha King!" Marcus’s oily chuckle grated on my nerves. "I knew you’d love her. No client can refuse a girl like her. She has already become the most paid of our bar. She’s such a hot piece. With that figure—"

"Oh brother, don't be dramatic. Are we ready for the meeting?" "I was just explaining everything to Blaire. We'll meet you there." Scott nodded his head at Luther before leaving us alone. I turned to face Luther when he stepped around his desk and came very close to me. "We need to get a few things straight, Blaire Summers. I'm the CEO of Alpha Inc.—not my brother, not any other person in this office—and you work for me. You do as I say.

Because the one standing in front of her was RK's assistant, Alex Triston. For a moment, both of them stayed quiet. It was Stella who took the initiative and said, "Long time no see." Alex heard her words and quickly regained his composure. He nodded and sat down. Stella didn’t waste much time and went straight to the point. "Mr. Triston, here are the documents. If you find them satisfactory, please sign them." As she spoke, she pushed the documents in front of him. Alex looked at the eye-catching price of 70 million and was shocked. "Miss Richard, the RK Group can only offer 40 million. The price your company is asking for is very high."