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Alpha Earl stated firmly, hoping to dismiss the topic. “NO!” Alpha Eddie shouted, gripping Alpha Earl’s shoulders with surprising strength. His voice carried a weight that made the room fall silent. “I am certain this time, Earl! I may be old, but my eyes are still sharp. I saw her. Her eyes were a mix of blue and gold, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.” His tone shifted and turned eerily serious. The grip he had on Alpha Earl tightened. “I have no doubt that her wolf must be incredibly powerful. And on top of that, the Silvermare is a stunning lady… with long black hair.” He paused. “She reminds me of my wife.”

Zara was standing with an enormous dark gray wolf next to her. "It's a she-wolf," Ray commented. Her size is easily compared to a Beta-rank wolf, but she could easily be mistaken for an Alpha-wolf. The wolf, with her deep sapphire-colored blue eyes, seemed to possess the ability to see into your most profound secrets. I gasped, recognizing the distinctive markings on her. Despite her belonging to my pack, the Midnight Moon Pack, her scent has never left an imprint on my memory. "Evening, Alpha," the familiar elderly woman's voice echoed through my mind.

With one last glance in the mirror, I put on a smile and head out, ready to meet my captor. The living room is oddly quiet, lights streaming in through the glass and the wolf is nowhere in sight. Classic piano plays from the gramophone beside the TV console and, for a brief moment, I stop to look at the picture frames on the console. There are three, one of a child in between him and a beautiful woman with blonde hair and brown eyes, another of the girl holding a balloon and wearing a big smile that makes me smile. The third is that of the blonde woman again. She is putting on a dress as brown as her eyes, cupping her pregnant belly. She must be his wife. His mate.

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

Having married one into the family heightens the reputation and standard of a pack, Skye didn’t want to experience another wolf hunt just because their family was left defenseless, just like what happened when she was seven. “Hakan. I will be calling you Hakan. Don’t expect me to bow down to your every whim. If we did ever marry, I will learn to respect you but I won’t bow down to your orders, just like your pack mates does. I will be your other half, placed in the same position as you do, my voice will be carried out with the same weight as yours.

She was losing a hold on herself and Lucia was just starting to enjoy the game. "Fine! I would tell it to you! Just let go of me!" She managed to say in between coughing and struggling under the weight of Lucia's hand. She dropped her on the floor with a thud. "Now you are talking... Spill it out..." Lucia commanded and made a chair out of the woman's leg. She was sprawled on the floor so her legs made a comfy chair for Lucia. She coughed again before she began narrating the story. "Your father was a very powerful werewolf, so powerful that calling him an alpha was an understatement... You could say he was the alpha of alphas.

Their eyes widened, jaws dropped and they were baffled. It was unbelievable! Luna was the wife of the Wolf King!

Another man stood with him… Carter, one of his oldest friends and former patrol Beta from Ashenclaw. I would have walked away normally. But then I heard her name. Aluna. I froze immediately. Wilson leaned heavily against the desk, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face while Carter watched him carefully. “You need to stop thinking about her,” Carter said quietly. Wilson laughed once. A bitter sound. “You think I don’t know that?” My stomach tightened instantly. Carter frowned. “She’s married now. She’s the Queen of Wolves.” “I know what she is,” Wilson snapped. Silence followed briefly.

“Seek comfort with your mate during this trying time.” “Sir, forgive me,” she said softly. “I fear you have been misled. I am merely his servant, not his mate.” The Alpha turned to his mate, and they spoke privately. She assured her mate that her hellhound stated that the young woman before the Alpha did in fact have a wolf. He then turned back to Electra and commanded her to look him in the eyes. He pushed into her mind and found the wolf curled up on herself. In the presence of the Alpha, the wolf stirred but did not get up.

Jack and Slate had three amongst them, leaving one for Alyson to battle on her own. Everly didn’t like staying back watching her friends fight, especially since the wolf Alyson was matched up against was much bigger than her. It was a male, and he had gray fur and amber-colored eyes that almost seemed to glow. Everly wanted to go and help her friend before she got hurt.