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"My mother tried to rewrite the rules. The witches said she was 'unmade' by it. Roman, if I have to do what she did, if I have to face whatever is coming..." Roman turned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at her. The moonlight caught the sharp line of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. "You aren't your mother. And your father was a man who watched from the shadows. I am an Alpha. I don't watch from the shadows, and I don't let my people disappear."

I can see the slight shadow of stubble, the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his pupils are dilated despite the dim lighting. "I am Tyler Raxon Raven." The air leaves my lungs. The club spins. Blood drains from my face so fast I actually sway. My legs turn to water. If the table wasn't behind me, I'd be on the floor. Tyler Raxon Raven. The Alpha of Raytheon.

When he arrived at the abandoned building where Samuel was waiting, he got out of the car and was greeted by Samuel’s men—all betas. "Follow us, Mr. Rutherson," one of the men said. Valerian followed them inside. Even though Valerian was a billionaire businessman, he had a habit as a dominant alpha: he was aggressive, physically strong, and settled scores with those who crossed him in his own way. "The lion got away because—" "Shut up, Samuel. Where is he?" Valerian cut him off sharply. Samuel smiled and pointed to the far end of the room, where Mr. Howart was tied up and blindfolded.

A cluster of crude tents sat in the frozen valley below, smoke curling from a central fire pit. Wolves moved around the camp, all of them huge and scarred and carrying weapons strapped to their bodies. The Northern Alpha stood in the center, a hulking brute with a crooked nose and a bear pelt draped over his massive shoulders. "Five betas," I breathed. "There's five of them." "Six if you count the Alpha," Malakai said casually, like he was commenting on the weather. He crouched beside me, his eyes scanning the camp below with predatory focus. "And one human bait."

The air smelled like alcohol and rich pretentious people and this made me feel I didn't belong. It has been four years since my life changed. Four years since Alpha Thorne died and his three sons took over. Four years since my father, Beta Marcus was accused of doing something wrong and thrown in jail. They said they had proof, but I knew my father would never do anything bad to Alpha Thorne. Never! The triplets did not care about the truth. All they cared about was swift and merciless justice, the type that was given to my father. One day I was Beta Marcus’ daughter, next in line for a position in the pack hierarchy and then the next day I was stripped of everything, my title, my home, and

“You are scenting my child’s home. Explain this, and I may let you leave with your throats intact.” The larger of the two intruders, a brute with a scar across his jaw, bared his teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Thorne. We heard you’d gotten sentimental. Claiming a stray and her pup.” “The pup is my heir,” Kade said, taking another step forward. The distance between them halved. “You are not here to discuss lineage. You are here to steal. Who sent you? Rylan?” The name hung in the air. Rylan, Alpha of the Thicket Pack to the east. Ambitious, ruthless, and land-hungry.

She tried not to let her terror show, but she couldn’t stop her hands from trembling at her sides. “I asked him about his last little purchase, and he said you can’t dance?” Joy arched a brow, her tone laced with disbelief. “What kind of omega can’t dance?” Claire swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the woman’s disdain. She nodded stiffly, confirming what Joy already knew. Joy snorted, rolling her eyes. “Seriously? What do you even know how to do, then? Seduce Alphas?” Claire shook her head again, feeling smaller and smaller under Joy’s piercing gaze.

I nodded, "She's my mate, her loyalty should be towards me." I heard Luke smile, "I know you still love her, Alpha. So you should give the order to bring her back." "That would be offensive to my late father," I said without hesitation. I was the Alpha of Blue Thunder. I had an obligation to more than just my mate. I had to carry the will of an ancestors, I couldn't take back a traitor. No matter who it was. "Yes, you're right, my Alpha. But you can decide to spare Anna after punishing the main traitors who happen to be her parents."

But why am I in his bed and why the hell am I naked! I reach for the closest piece of fabric my hands can get and I yank it over my exposed ass. I don't need to think before I realize where my clothes are. I don't need to try looking to know this is the morning of the next day and I spent the night in a billionaire's bed! Not just any random billionaire, Ayden Bravlov, greatest actor of all time and Alpha of the Crescent moon pack! A freaking werewolf! I spent the night in his bed.

It was a man. "Who is he?" I demanded, my voice darker than I intended. Nate blew raspberries and tapped his palm. "Everything comes with a price, Alpha." "Anything you want is yours, just fucking tell me! Who is he!" I roared, my nose flaring in anger. Nate smirked and pulled out two pictures from the crossbag strapped across his chest. I snatched them away from him, and his amused laughter followed. I looked down at the pictures, anger seething through my veins at the sight of the male wolf beside Aurora.