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Alpha Cane requested. “No, you may not; your input means nothing to me. Starting from this moment, all those who depend on this pack in one way or another will have to pay for it. Ten percent of your pack earnings would be sent directly to this pack; only then will you have access to anything belonging to this pack. You are dismissed.” “But Alpha…” “No buts.” Daemon said, silencing Alpha Zack. “I’ve passed the information; now leave, all of you.” One thing about Alphas is that they don't like being publicly disrespected, they had their egos to protect.

Afterward, I became depressed a bit and my father, after the fact that I got settled down, wanted me to choose a mate since we were privileged to. He said that for me to become an Alpha fully, I needed to get a mate and bring her to him. I then met Clara, my mate. She was rejected by the overgrown cock that caused chaos the last time. She was the one who rejected him to be precise and so I offered her a contract to be my mate forever. She signed the contract because she needed her father to get treated quickly. I just happened to have been on the way out.

I whispered to Jason and he walked closer to the Alpha. I did not listen to Jason's conversation with him. I kept staring at nothing. Jason walked back to me. "He agrees to it" I stared at the Alpha and I could see a smirk on his face. He must have wanted to get rid of them, I thought. I nodded to Jason and he smiled. "He will pay as much as you want," he told him. "They do not worth much" the Alpha replied. "Then can we sign up the contract?" "Let's go to my office for the signing of the contract"

Lyra’s hands were trembling as she looked at the three of them—these men who had become so entangled in her life, who she had stupidly trusted, even for a brief moment. “I’m done,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. Erix frowned. “What do you mean?” Lyra swallowed the lump in her throat, her resolve hardening. “I’m canceling the contract. Whatever arrangement we had—it’s over. I don’t care anymore.” Dyrion’s eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. “Lyra, don’t be rash. You agreed—” “I don’t care!” she interrupted, her voice firm. “I don’t want anything to do with any of you.”

Their faces were torn between fear and confusion, the pain of betrayal by their Alpha heavy in their eyes. "Your Alpha, the one you placed your faith in, has run away. He left you to die on the battlefield," I said, voice loud and firm, echoing across the clearing. "There's no honour in dying for a coward. If you wish to live, if you wish to belong to a future, lay down your weapons and stand with me. I will protect you. I will lead you. From now on, I will be your Alpha." A tense silence followed... then a voice rose from the crowd.

“It’s like… our version of a gambling pit. But legal because the Alphas are participating in it. I mean, it's happening here.” My brows raised. “Every time someone challenges the Alpha brothers,” the tall girl added, “the whole pack places bets. It’s tradition. And it’s serious. Real money’s involved, and ego.” I blinked. “So it’s a fight club.” She shrugged. “Kinda. But it’s more than that. It’s just a power display.” A slow smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “But honestly, no one’s ever beaten Alpha Alex. He’s… undefeated. Seven years straight.”

“...repeat! This is Sentinel Vane, Bunker Beta. Eurasian sector. If someone listening to the Eden network... the Alpha protocol has cleared the sky, but it deactivated the damn shields! We are unprotected!” In the background of the transmission one heard a striking, good-turistic roar, that let me freeze the blood in the veins. It didn't sound like the hounds of Consortiums. It sounded like an army of rabid, mutated beasts. Kael bent over the console. “Here Commander Kaelen speaks of Bunker Alpha. Vane, how is your status?" A rough, unbelievable laugh went through the noise. “Alpha? With all the gods, you live. Commander, the consortium is history, but the Ash Warlords

He flinched slightly as our eyes met, his fear evident. Good. “Alpha—“ he wanted to greet. “Speak,” I commanded, my voice sharp and unyielding. There was no need for pleasantries. Alaric swallowed hard, shifting on his feet. “Alpha Atticus…” he began, his voice trembling, “I bring news about Luna Hera.” He said and my entire body tensed. “What about Hera?” I demanded, my voice dangerously low. “She… she has contracted the plague.” The words hit me like a physical blow, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My hands balled into fists at my sides as the rage swelled inside me. My wolf growled in anger.

I slid my phone out of my pocket and dialled my lawyer’s office. “Good morning, Alpha.” Mr. Cain’s voice came through at the third ring. “Good morning. I would like you to draft a contract for me.” I said. “It’s for my five-year contract marriage.” “Your contract marriage?” He replied; his usual monotone voice had a surprised edge, and I grinned. Was I impulsive and acting overconfident? No. There were situations where my alpha instinct could easily detect how things were going to end. It was one of them. I was going to get the girl.

Kael said. ⸻ I opened it. The words were clear, but each one felt heavy. The Constitution of the Pack: 1.The Alpha is the supreme leader. His word is law. 2The Luna stands beside the Alpha, not behind. She balances power with wisdom. 3Strength determines position, but loyalty maintains it. 4Betrayal is punished without mercy. 4The pack survives through unity, not fear. 5Any challenge for leadership must pass through the stages. Stage 1 proves physical strength.