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Zayne stands at the front, Tate and Naya flanking him. Behind them is Sky, Marc, Colin, Me, Oliver, and Micah, who also insisted on coming. “I ask you for the last time, relinquished my daughter” “And I already told you, she’s mine, I don’t give up what belongs to me, ever” “Let’s see if you can keep her when I relieve you of your head,” Alpha Cade growls, eyes glowing silver with rage as he rips his shirt off from the neck down, his hands going to his pants next as he toes off his boots.

The Alpha of the Sterling Pack, the undisputed lord of the Ravenscroft Citadel, and the most feared mafia kingpin in all of Ravenshire City. Piper Ashford stepped forward immediately, her glossy red dress swirling around her hips as she tilted her head to reveal the line of her throat—a classic submission gesture designed to attract a powerful male. "Alpha Sterling," she purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Forgive the disruption. We are simply clearing out the trash before the Redgrave Territory negotiations begin." Alaric did not even look at her. His cold eyes swept over her bowed head as if she were nothing more than a smudge of dirt on the floorboards.

There is just so much that goes into it, especially when you have so many guests. I pause and take a deep breath before I enter the parlor. Serge and Colt stand with me. As I go in, three imposing men stare at me. Two of them have wrinkles that can rival a cracked desert, and the other is as young as a child who just entered his puberty phase. “You…must be…the woman Alpha,” one of the old men says. His tone is condescending, and he does not hide it. “Just Alpha, and yes, I am a woman,” I reply. “I’m Cassiopeia, and you all are?”

However, I couldn’t let myself feel that way—even if I stood nearly a foot shorter than most of them. I sighed and straightened my back, keeping my gaze fixed to the front despite the situation I was in. “These are your five Alphas for this year’s Alpha Fest—Wyatt Frost of the Enigma Pack, Damon Corvus of the Carnage Pack, Chad Suede of the Sovereign Pack, James Knight of the Cipher Pack, and Alexei Hyde of the Twin Peaks Pack.” Applause filled the space, but I knew that it wasn’t for me. Their gazes, once filled with ridicule, were now not even directed at me. They looked at the other Alphas with interest. I subtly shook my head.

The doors exploded inward. On sighting us, every Alpha on the Sterling Pharma board freezes while holding their glasses halfway to their lips. Contracts slipping from each one's fingers. Lysander stands at the head of the table, his silver-tipped cane resting against the boardroom table like a royal staff. I step into the room, pulling back my claws with a click. “Sorry, I’m late.” Vaughn’s father, Alpha Kingsley, was the first to react. “This is a secure meeting, girl.” His gaze locked onto Kieran, who was standing in the doorway. “Control your mate.”

He pulled me to my feet with effortless strength, bringing me flush against his chest for one heartbeat longer than necessary. "Go," he muttered, his voice tight. "Clean the scent of me off you. Use the lye soap in the back of the wash-house—it’s the only thing that will strip an Alpha’s mark. If your father smells me on you, he won’t just punish you. He’ll break you to prove a point." "And what about you?" I asked, looking up at him. "You’re covered in me, too." Killian’s gaze turned predatory, a dark, shimmering pride surfacing in his eyes. "Let them smell you on me. Let them wonder who the wolf is that finally made the Alpha’s son weak in his knees."

"....extremely intense. He is relentless in a way that is genuinely difficult to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it." "Try," Eve said, and immediately winced. "Sorry. You don't have to." "No, it's...." Elena considered. "You know how the Alphas are very dominant? Very....present, in a physical sense? The way they take up space and demand your body's complete attention?" "Vividly," Eve said.

Hermosa Pov Rape The man dragged me toward a quiet alley and forced me into a house. He was so strong that I couldn't get away. The metallic scent coming from him told me exactly who he was. All Alphas wore special rings on their middle fingers because they claimed it gave them power. “Let me go!” I screamed as he threw me onto a bed and ripped his shirt open. I was right: it was an Alpha. It was Alpha Rowan of the Blackburn pack. He was famous for the way he treated women. Back at the strip club, Eleanor used to provide him with many of us.

“Why would you think that, sweetheart?” Tessa shrugged, playing with the edge of my sleeve. “Husbands usually eat with their wives. They sit together and talk. But the Alpha never does. He is always gone. The big kids say he does not want a Mooncrest Luna.” Her innocent words hit harder than any cruel note. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hugged her gently. “Alphas are very busy, Tessa. There are borders to protect and many responsibilities. It does not mean he dislikes me.”