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“Compassion my foot! You don't deserve to be alpha king! No alpha king should have a mate that's as weak as a lowly human!” Anger coursed through my veins at his words and I saw nothing but red. Insulting humans is not my problem, but he had the stupid guts to mention Azalea. In less than a few seconds, I got out of the chair and used my claws to tear open the skin on his chest. His heart peaked through the cut, beating slowly in pain. A shrill scream cut through his throat as he moved around in his chains. “Say one more thing about my mate again and I won't be merciful about my actions.”

The girl struggled to form sentences, as if she hadn't spoken in centuries and had forgotten how to talk. "A little dizzy and sore all over my body," Lizzy finally managed to speak. Alaric sighed softly with guilt, "I'm sorry," Alaric said. "Who exactly are you?" That was the question Lizzy had wanted to ask since the first day of her confusion. "I am Alaric Braze, the alpha of the Silver Hammers Pack has marked you as my century mate and I would like to formally introduce you to the pack members."

Lisa picked up a golden piece of paper from the dressing table and then started to read it. “To the Devon family, the royal families are pleased to unite with you through our son, the Alpha king, and your daughter, Laura. The Alpha king would join you soon to take away his mate, please prepare for his arrival, signed elder Timothy.” She read out loud and smiled again. It was then I realized the Alpha king had sent a letter to them. To be honest, a pang of jealousy swept through me as I continued to comb through her hair, I could not believe Laura was going to have her mate, while my life remained a shithole.

I noticed he was looking at my face, so I lowered my fork. "Is something wrong with my face?" Instead of answering, he stood up. Amare lifted her head inside me, suddenly alert, as I watched him walk slowly around the table until he was standing beside my chair. His Alpha scent wrapped around me, warm cedarwood and winter pine, so close that Amare stirred excitedly beneath my skin. Without meaning to, I forgot to breathe. He leaned down slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. For one impossible moment, every sensible thought disappeared from my mind as my pulse quickened.

“You understood enough to want me and still chose to humiliate me.” “Yes.” My anger rose. I wanted him to defend himself so I could reject the excuse. He offered none. “Why did attraction frighten you?” I asked. “My friends mocked plus-size girls.” There it was. Not an excuse. An explanation. He continued, “Every Alpha boy at the academy was expected to want the same kind of woman. Thin. Elegant. Quiet enough not to challenge him.” “And I was none of those things.” “No.” Something in his voice changed. “You were outspoken. You were always at the top of the class. You entered rooms as though you had a right to be there.”

The man looked like someone from a background they couldn’t afford to offend, judging by his appearance and attire. “And who are you calling a fool?” one of the female wolves challenged. She was a beauty—at least above average by this world’s standards. “Don’t you think you should watch your words in public, Jack?” she berated him. “If you aren’t an ignorant fool, Cathy, then you should know the Alpha King already has a mate. Wake up from your daydreams and fantasies,” he replied with a smirk. “I heard that the Alpha King’s mate is just a weak, wolfless, ugly thing he picked up from a random pack,” she said, drawing murmurs from the crowd as more people leaned in to hear this juicy gossip.

The Alpha chuckles walking down the last step of the pack house but due to his injury, much slower than usual. “You’re making one of the biggest mistakes of your life accepting her as your mate and Queen, she is nothing but a disrespectful, weak whore. She isn’t fit to lead herself let alone a Kingdom of people! I bet she hasn’t even spoken single word to you!” The Alpha continues to shout abuse in my direction, the already angry King who held tightly onto my hand seemed to tense that much more and turn his own head to look at the Alpha.

“She has done it to herself this time. Lady Selene was right. She should be dead. She’s a witch to other omegas like us.” But the words were like air, entering my ears and leaving just as quickly. My entire focus was on the man in front of me and how breathtakingly handsome he was. No omega had ever seen the Alpha King before. He was always in his pack, giving orders from his throne like a god. And a god he was, because everything about him was perfection. His sharp cheekbones. Perfect golden orbs. A body that made even a simple shirt look good. “You’re my mate?” he said again, more like a question, breaking me out of my thoughts.

But here it was, Zenith was spoiling it. "All right! How about let's all have our measurements and let's buy some of these dresses, too? Also, those purses and shoes. What do you all think? Alpha King Matthew's coronation night is coming. I bet we have to kick some werewolves' asses that night, right ladies?!" I nudged Zenia and Mave. They both knew what I was talking about. Their eyes sparkled and nodded at once. "Yeah! Why not?" Zenia burst out.

A mate's bond is a great source of strength. 'But it will threaten our position.' I argued. Everyone expects me to get a dominant she-wolf to rule beside me and breed a strong next-generation Alpha. And werewolves are not known for settling for less. A potential war could break, with many coming after my throne. Both internal and external. And the chances of losing are great because I would have to fight for two. If only Cam could have been a stronger wolf, then perhaps we would have a chance. Unlike popular beliefs, an Alpha isn't some macho-untouchable being. It's our pack's support that strengthens us. And their trust that we will keep them safe is what makes them respect us. But if they