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And what setup was Maddox even talking about? I sighed, pressing harder into Maddox’s shoulder. I can’t love two brothers. I’m already falling for Maddox. Isn’t that just… sick? Moving from one brother to the other—and worse, Maddox and I had already had sex. Fuck. I feel so stupid. The thoughts kept rushing in. Ryder’s nothing like Maddox. Maddox is gentle, steady… everything I could want. Ryder, though… before that stupid deep-faked video went viral, he treated me like a queen. I was his everything.

"Both of you were sweating at the same point, running out of breath at the same time, even though Shiro didn't want to show it. Both of you seemed to have the same amount of stamina, and could have easily gone on a lot longer than you did. You are both of the same strength." Jett couldn't believe that. He had always been the strongest out of the four packs. Of course, the other Alphas were getting old, but he had been the one who everyone turned to when they needed help with enemies. He had trained long and hard his whole life to the point where he even surpassed his father's strength in his prime. It was one of the reasons why no one had even thought to challenge him for his title. And Shir

the only thing he could use his power for was close combat and if anyone was overwhelmingly faster or stronger than him, he was sure to lose. the fact that Yen who was really powerful stood with them and Mina still had a great deal of fear showed that Rosewell who was considered the weakest of the brothers didn't really have any hope of survival. he stood there with great fear in his heart as he watched the army approach. he tried to move but he couldn't, he tried to speak but his lips uttered no words. he tried to think but all the voice in his head kept saying was "I don't want to die"

"This one seems best after having such a soul crushing discussion with a man man like you." "Careful," I snarled. "I'm still the alpha. I can easily have your head." He laughed. "Brother, Gustavo might be the strongest. But we also know that I'm not the weakest. Careful when you threaten me. Things don't work like that." He poured himself a glass and raised it to the light. Then he dropped the glass on the counter, grabbed the bottle and walked away, chuckling as he drank directly from the bottle.

I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.” Vegas began to nod like he understood what I was saying, finally he stood up from the chair and now he walked closer until he was standing directly in front of me. His voice dropped into something intimate and conspiratorial. “Do you know what we need to do, baby?” I was silent. “We need to cut her wings,” Vegas continued smoothly. “Letting her learn from your brother won't help us, instead, it's only going to make her stronger.” My gaze hardened as I locked in with his.

The animal's smell was disgusting, like rotten flesh that need to be buried down in the ground, I could also feel bones under the weak muscles, but the blood lust was powering his attack, ferals would fight until they die. He went to my neck again, but I'm stronger than him, I'm more dominant than the feral animal, wolves with pack are always stronger, back home I was the strongest after my siblings, by the time I left I felt even more dominant, I felt the need to fight with my brother Jacob and anyone else.

“No— no, Dave, please don’t do this.” My voice cracked as I reached for him, but he pushed me back hard. I fell to the ground. The room erupted into noise—gasps, whispers, chaos.He didn’t look back. “Henceforth, we cease to be siblings,” Lucas said, staring down at me like his eyes were about to pierce my soul.

Then suddenly he's gone, ripped off me so fast I nearly fall backward, and I look up to find Killian standing there, chest heaving, having just hauled his own brother off me by the back of his shirt. "How dare you," Killian growls, voice shaking with a fury I've never heard from him before, "try to touch her." Damian stumbles back against the rooftop railing, blinking hard, like he's only now processing what he just tried to do. "Kill, I wasn't—" "Don't." Killian's voice cuts through the night air, sharp enough that Damian actually flinches. He doesn't even look at his brother fully, keeping his body angled between us instead, like he's still bracing for another attempt.

Helena whispered, “he came back a little tonight the moment she awakened.” “That wasn’t him,” Liam said, shaking his head violently. “That was… something else. Instinct,desperation. Not strength.” Rowan crouched, gripping Liam’s shoulder. “Tell us the truth. How long has he been weak?” Liam clenched his jaw. “Since the day she left.” Rowan swore under his breath. Helena’s hand pressed to her chest, horrified. Marilyn’s nails dug into her palm at the window. “He’s fading,” Liam continued, voice breaking. “Every hour she’s gone… he fades more.”

Cameroon POV Seeing my Uncle, Ben, had terrified me to a great length. He was easily the strongest werewolf I've ever met. I know this because I've seen him overpower even the strongest of adversaries with ease. His sheer strength and ferocity were unmatched. Even if my brothers and I were at the peak of our strength, we wouldn't have stood a chance against him, especially with five other werewolves backing him up.