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Pine and frost and furious, untamed power. An Alpha’s scent. And it’s coming from right behind me.

One afternoon, at lunch in the company cafeteria, I heard my colleagues gossiping. "Did you hear? The leader of the werewolf pack up north has made his return. His name is Ethan. I heard once he returned, he was so brutal that he dealt with all the traitors who poisoned him. He is now the strongest Alpha King." My spoon stopped halfway and my heart started to speed up. "What did you say his name is?" "Ethan," my colleague said. "He's ridiculously handsome. There are pictures online, look."

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

Isha says. " The mayhem she was when she was the Alpha's fiancee would go down in the history books 'house Malvore escaped destruction and poverty as Alpha Lucien found his mate and broke off the engagement with lady Vera the bitch' ... I would be so proud to read those lines" Wyatt says painting a picture for us. " So we all agree that Vera is evil" Sloane says. I'm sure she's still salty from being called a charity case from our first encounter with Vera.

More than the fact that the Alphas used the outdated form of communication, I was more surprised that they thought their threats would scare me. It only served in making me angrier, and I grabbed out my pen and some sheets of paper as I started to write. On each A4 paper, I quickly scribbled six words: "Don't tell me what to do." As I did so, I repeatedly said the words in my head. After some minutes, I got to the last message but unlike the others, this was from one of my Alpha friends and he was requesting a hang out.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 against 𝒕𝒉𝒆 tree 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 instead of a powerful alpha.

She took a bite of her fish sandwich and looked at me. She swallowed and said, "Those weren't answers I was expecting from you. I didn't know you had such high hopes and dreams. You wanting to be an Alpha really surprised me." She put her hand over her mouth and added, "Not that I think you're unfit to be one." "Do you want to hear more of my hopes and dreams? I don't mind sharing more with you," I said when she got quiet for a moment. God. Had I just said that to her? I was baring my soul to Cleo. But I felt safe to want to

Go on in. "Thank you. See you later Penny." Aurora said, smiling knowingly at her friend. Penny waved back to her before turning her attention to Tyler. "Is everything okay with the Alpha?" She asked. "Hmhm." Tyler hummed. He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. "The Alpha is okay. But I think I'm not." Penelope grinned and looped her arms around his neck. "Really?" She smirked. "Do tell me, what's wrong?"

Logan replied before turning to look at Penelope and then asking, “ Is she your partner for tonight, Alpha Raymond?” “ Of course she is,” Alpha Raymond replied with a smile on his face. “ Penny is one of my female shifters and she was willing to follow me to the party. I hope you do not mind it, I heard from Penny that you and her used to share some bond sometime ago.”

For the first time, he wondered how many people were going to get hurt because of something neither he nor Eleanor had chosen. Back at the Vale estate, Eleanor sat in the kitchen. Her mother had made tea. Neither of them touched it. "What is an Alpha bloodline?" Eleanor finally asked. Her mother sighed. "Your grandmother was the last confirmed Alpha descendant in our direct line." "So I'm an Alpha?" "Potentially." "What does that mean?" "Power doesn't appear simply because you inherit the blood." Eleanor remembered the rogue flying backward. "But it appeared tonight." "Fear can trigger abilities." "Then what else can I do?" Her mother hesitated. "We don't know." Eleanor frowned. "How can you