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“You okay?” “What happened?” Tessa asked, scanning my face. “You look like you saw a ghost...” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because they were here. Somewhere behind me. Watching me. Their scent still tangled in my bloodstream like a drug. I felt like prey in a room full of predators — and the three most dangerous ones were the very Alphas this night was meant to celebrate. And fate just told me they were mine. Moon Goddess why? The air in the ballroom turned heavy the second the coronation began. Conversations dulled into hushed whispers as the lights dimmed, a spotlight falling on the elevated platform where the Alpha family stood.

"Take me to them. Let's hear what they have to say." They walked to the conference room. Three Alphas waited. All older. All-powerful. All radiating authority. "Luna Queen," the first said. Standing. Bowing slightly. "Thank you for seeing us. I am Alpha Marcus. Not the Marcus you know. Different Marcus. From the Western Ridge Pack. This is Alpha Helena. And Alpha Chen. We've traveled far to speak with you." "About the Primal Court." "You know?" Helena looked surprised. Relieved. "Then you've been contacted too. Warned."

He knew the difference. He typed back a quick confirmed, moving to phase two and then pulled up the contact list Marcus had spent the last week building. Seventeen rogue Alphas. Nine pack leaders from territories that bordered Council jurisdiction. Two from packs that technically answered to the Council but had been quietly non-compliant for years. Twenty-eight names. Twenty-eight very different definitions of trust. He set the virtual meeting for 9 PM. Elena knocked on the door to Maya's room at half past four.

I felt bile rise up my chest. “He is not even fit to be Alpha. None of them are. If only Alpha Ezra listened to us. I need someone to explain how there are three, not one, three big-for-nothing Alphas in a Pack and it's under attack?” He shook his head. “Make it make sense. Not only is the Pack under attack, you don't even know who is behind the series of attacks, but you came here to lay false allegations.” He hissed.

"I guess we are sticking with your complicated human plans." She fades out of my mind and I focus on the files in my hands. Damon had it delivered to me a few days ago. It contained the names and pictures of the three Alphas coming today. Alpha Craig of the Sage pack, Alpha Monroe of the Grange pack, and Alpha Tobias of the Russet pack. All friends, all older than Damon. And Vance. These Alphas belong to our parents' generation, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Good in the sense that they have the wisdom and skill set to maneuver the shitstorm we are about to get in, bad in the sense that they could use that same skill set to fuck us up.

I sent it. There it went—seven names, seven territories. I couldn’t unsend this. My phone buzzed in my hand—a fast line of replies. Alpha Reyes from Stonebrook was first. She’d sent eleven wolves to my foundation these past couple years. We’d become something like friends, though nobody would say it out loud. Received. Convening within the hour. What do you need from us specifically. Next, Alpha Drummond of Highmoor. Blunt as ever. If this is about who I think, you have my signature before you finish.

His clinginess is starting to scare and frustrate me. As if he can hear what I'm thinking, he releases me and nods. He leads us down the hall to his office. I pull a chair around to sit next to him as he opens his laptop. "Today, I am going to contact our allies. We know the rogues have come onto our pack lands, but Alpha and I are curious if we are the only pack that this is happening to," he informs me as he enters his password and goes to open a document. The page shows a list of about ten names and phone numbers. He picks up his phone and gives me a smile. He dials the first number and waits. He picks up my hand and plays with my fingers. I smile at the little gesture.

He said and I could only nod because the distance between us was making me feel really tense. "Now kiss me." He ordered, lifting his head. I held his cheeks and pulled them towards mine in the most satisfying kiss until beta devin's voice came, "I'll be heading to training grounds now." Alpha Ryan pulled away from me slowly like he didn't care that much, "if anything comes up, contact me immediately." "Yes Alpha." I watched Beta Devin until he disappeared out of the house through the main entrance. "So what are we supposed to do now?" I smirked at the Alpha, "we have all day..."

I bite my lip, careful not to give away any more information than I'm willing to share. Why should I tell the hotel staff why I don't want to run into any of these men or why I want to go out? I'm entitled to a little privacy, no matter what the Alphas might claim. The receptionist chuckles and dismisses my behaviour, "Yes, miss, the Alphas left a few minutes ago. Alpha Luka left a message for you," she trails off. Alright, it's getting weirder by the minute. Since she addressed all the men as Alphas, I can only assume that the third one also has the dreaded title.

"If you don't mind I will take my men and leave you be. I will make sure all my men know the true story and if you need any assistance in this matter please feel free to reach out to us. I will give you my number." "Thank you, Alpha Jessie, I appreciate the offer and if you'd like to contact us maybe we can have a meeting and see if there's any room for us to have a working relationship. The more packs we have behind us the stronger we are." "I agree." Alpha Jessie nods as he speaks before he shakes Cal's hand then Liam's, Ashley's, and mine. He has a brief conversation with Alpha Colton but I can't hear what they are saying before he rounds up his men and starts to move through the dead bod