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Unfortunately, Jared's pack was destroyed. “Who is he?” I asked, knowing I was from the moonstone pack and I didn't know who the alpha was. Aside from the beta Brett, I knew he was ruthless, just like his alpha. “They don't care about lives…they torture women,” Jared went on and said everything I already knew. I was one of those girls tortured by that pack. The hatred I had for their alpha was immense. “You can't defeat him?” if he was so ruthless, then why not kill him ? Jared glanced at me and I knew what he was going to say,

Things were fucking perfect before I left. I finally fell asleep after tossing and turning for hours. When I woke up I headed down, and the first face I saw was the stupid fucking face of Alpha August. I didn't even have my fucking coffee yet. "I know you’re leaving, but I would like your help. It won’t take long. There is this pack, led by a weak alpha named Hiroshi. Third generation, and his blood line has been deluded by his father and grandfather mating below their ranks. He won’t put up a fight."

That was why I was doing so now and not when we are out in public. "I'm sorry Alpha but don't you think you are no longer rigid and are becoming a little soft around the edges when it comes to this girl from the Talon pack? First, you had her mother " My head snapped up from the file I was assessing and my eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "What do you mean?" I growled at him. "I'm sorry Alpha. I will be on my way." He resigned and bowed respectfully before finding his way out of the office. His interruption had destroyed my thoughts so I stood up and left the office. I made a straight journey into the woods where I would be able to run away my thoughts.

"Not yet. But my alpha, he says when I turn seventeen next month, he's marking me. Says it's tradition, says I should be honored. But I don't want it. Don't want him. And everyone says you can't refuse an alpha's bond, that trying to fight it kills you. But you did. You fought and lived. So I need to know how. Please." The desperation in her voice was familiar in a way that made Amelia's chest tight. She'd been this girl once. Terrified and trapped and looking for any way out. "Come inside." She stepped back, letting the girl enter. "What's your name?" "Kira." "Okay, Kira. Sit. I'll make tea and we'll talk."

"We didn't hear the name you called out. Say again! Did you say Jett?" I ignored him completely and focused on the Alpha, who was staring at me with a stoic face. "I...I waited for you. We were supposed to do the rejection. Now the MOON IS GONE." I couldn't keep from yelling because of the rage. The entire room went silent as a graveyard. The warrior, Kyle, looked like he would faint from shock. With an open mouth, his gaze moved from me to his Alpha. Jett glanced at his fiancée before hard green eyes settled on me. The girl didn't look surprised by the news that I just let slip out. Did he or Clove tell her already?

Dark desires Josh, the beta of the Silver Crescent pack, walked into the office of the Alpha. "Alpha," he bowed in respect. Alpha Jasper, who had his revolving chair turned towards the window backing Josh, was down on paper work, but he knew who walked in. "What do you have for me, Josh?" "The construction site collapsed yesterday night." Alpha Jasper immediately stood to his feet with dark eyes and furrowed brows.

Gerald was indeed the alpha material, Lucine sincerely acknowledge. Gerald, the older son, had always been assumed to be the next Alpha, but a tragic event in the past had changed the pack's dynamics. A few years ago, Gerald had been involved in a brutal fight with a rival pack, leaving him with a severe injury that had taken a long time to heal. During his recovery, their father, Alpha Marcus, had begun to doubt Gerald's ability to lead, fearing his impulsiveness and aggression would put the pack in danger.

The Warrior’s Gift Jalen That night at Green Briar still lived in Jalen’s bones. He remembered the fortress walls slick with blood, the sound of rifles cracking like thunder, the acrid bite of wolfsbane smoke drifting through the air. He remembered clutching at his chest, the knife wound Jack had driven into him burning like molten silver, thinking he’d never rise again. He remembered Evandra’s face as she stood over him, the woman he had destroyed and abandoned, and the shocking mercy in her eyes when she appointed him Alpha instead of finishing what she could have.

“You shouldn’t even be here. You said it yourself—things are complicated.” He didn’t move. “Jhelani.” I froze mid-step. That voice—the way he said my name so low, so soft—it hit something in me I didn’t want to feel. I missed the sound of my name on his tongue. It's been so long. Then he added that one word, the one nickname he hadn’t called me in weeks. “Snowfire.” The sound of it broke whatever wall I was trying to keep up. My chest ached as I turned to face him. He looked different—gentler, almost vulnerable, as if saying that name had stripped away the Alpha mask he always wore.

What happened, I ask. My father, she says. He has been elevated. Senior advisor to the Alpha King, effective immediately. It is the position just under the King's own council. It is the highest my family has ever stood in this world. Mira, I say, that's incredible. It is, she agrees, but something in her voice does not match the words, careful in a way that tells me there is more sitting underneath the news than the good part of it. Edan, reading the room the way he always does, gives it a moment before he asks the obvious question. So what's the part you're not saying.