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She was talking to the same man she fell inlove long years had passed. The same scar on his left eye can be seen. But still he looked at Kana as if looking with perfect sweet stare. "Tell me, why haven't I seen you for years?" Kana asked equally giving the same stare to a lover she had lost. The man laughed. "Looks like being an Arial was being too busy for me as well. I needed to take some rest." The man who entered was Connor Eli, Arial ranked 3. He was one of the best student in the chamber during the third recruitment. No wonder why he was an Arial now.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

Always wanting more. He walked around the desk, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He was shorter than his son, softer in the middle, but no less dangerous. His hands were clean, his nails manicured, his suit tailored to hide the bulk of a body that had once been lean and hard. Fenris watched his father's reflection in the glass. Dante stopped a few feet behind him, close enough to be felt, far enough to pretend he was giving Fenris space. "The Wolfe family," Dante said. "The last heir. Where is she?"

After endless negotiations, both sides finally reached an agreement by adding one condition—permanent retirement from professional competition. Back then, neither of us had imagined things would end this way. The manager felt sorry for my injured hand and personally walked me out. "We'll release the retirement announcement as soon as it's finalized," she said. Then she asked, "Claire, have you thought about what you'll do next?" I smiled. "I want to travel the world." Anywhere was fine, as long as Ethan was not there. After saying goodbye to the manager, I returned home. A servant stood before me holding Ethan's ninety-ninth gift. It was the deed to the villa.

But thanks to my mentor and seniors teaching me patiently, I was able to find my footing and stand on my own. From then on, my days were busy and rich. Every so often, I would get letters and gifts from Samson, including a watch identical to the one that Celia broke. I sent everything back, unopened. A decade later, during an emergency operation, I happened to spot him across a crowded room. By then, we were both standing on the spot where we belonged, living our own dreams. Our paths were different, but we were each moving toward a brighter future.

"Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it." Grace's mouth twisted. "You're still just second-rate, Eleanor. Don't pretend you're some philosopher." Her heels clicked away. The door stayed open. Dante was standing in the frame, holding something. He didn't step inside. He put it on the table. The pink diamond ring. "No more two choices. It's yours." I looked at it. Cold. Once, I'd dreamed of him choosing something just for me. He was still giving me Grace's things.

I said and then he gave me the last balloon on his hands. "The last one Babe." He said and he read what was written on it. "Good luck Princess Alleana." He said and put me an elegant crown. "It suits me." I said when I looked at the mirror in front of me. "Yeah, that's why I bought it." He said. "Thank you. But I'm leaving you now cause I need to rehears, this is the last rehearsal." I said. "Do you want me to join you?" He asked. "No, I can do it." I said before I left the room.

He tossed the pieces into the garbage bin, muttering to himself, "That's where both of you belong." He then turned his attention to a framed picture of himself and Sabina. He tore the picture in half, letting out a bitter laugh. "My biggest mistake is trusting you, Sabina. But thanks to you, I've learned my lessons now," he said, throwing the picture into the bin. Onel sank into the bathtub, trying to push his anger and resentment aside. He was the last surviving omega in the world, and many alphas desired him because only he could give them the perfect son to secure their packs. But he refused to be used like that anymore.

The earth shook again, and another blast ripped through the ground, sending dirt and bones flying everywhere. Through it all— He walked forward. Elias. While the hunters broke, while the dead dragged themselves from shattered graves, while the storm swallowed every line of order— He advanced. Step by step. Sword steady. Eyes locked on me. Unafraid. Unshaken. I knew that look. I’d worn it myself once. Certainty. To him, this wasn’t chaos. It was proof. “You see it now,” he said, voice carrying through the noise, through the screams. “ There’s nothing left to save.”

"Are you coming? I'd rather drive you home so your feet don't get sore from walking barefoot." I looked down at my bare feet and looked back up at the car. I felt defeated, so I walked over to the car and got into the passenger side. He loaded up the bike into the trunk the best he could. Had he been looking for me this whole time? "He's our mate! Of course, he was watching over us. What a man!" "Okay, here's the deal, Evelyn. I don't know what a mate is, and I don't know how to work this whole, talking to my wolf, thing. So can you take it easy on me? Maybe let everything sink in before speaking to me again?"