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He shut his laptop and grinned at me. "Thank you, Evan. I am glad you like my work." I smiled at him. "If you accept my offer, you will be organising all the parties that will be conducted in my clubs in Manhattan. I'll get you a team that may help you. 75% of the profit from every event will be yours. I have mailed you everything in detail. Read it and when you are ready, we will sign the contract." He explained and I nodded. "I'll have a look and inform you." I told him. We kept aside the work for a while and kept chatting while sipping on our juices.

The words landed differently than I expected. An Alpha Pact was not a handshake. It was not a promise, not in any sense that the word carried in ordinary usage. It was an ancient rite threaded back to the founding wolf, the first of their kind, the original blood from which every Alpha line descended, and it had teeth. Real teeth. Breaking an Alpha Pact did not simply dissolve the agreement. It unraveled the wolf who had made it, slowly and without mercy, until there was nothing left but the echo of what they had sworn and failed to keep.

The cover was scarred, the edges worn by centuries. "The Pact of Union," Mirage said, his voice carrying with absolute certainty. "Signed at the dawn of peace among your packs, before the first council was ever formed. Sealed by blood, preserved by magic. Waiting for the day when balance would be restored by the one chosen to unite not just wolves, but all." "Has there ever been something like that...?" Some young Alpha's were in puzzlement, while the older ones had the looks of denial.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Was he going to refuse? After all the times he'd used me to manipulate Cindy, was he really going to get stingy now? Not a chance. Just as I braced for rejection, he reached into his suit jacket and produced a sleek black card. "No limit," he stated evenly. "Use it as you see fit." I didn't pretend to hesitate. I arranged my face into a look of tearful gratitude and accepted the card with both hands—while internally, I was already counting the zeros.

My grip on the book in my hand tightened, every instinct in me screaming at me to decline, to walk away, but the hopeful look in her eyes made it impossible. "I really shouldn't stay. I have to get back to something," I muttered, and she smiled, dragging my hand. She slid the book off the table to me and raised it to my face. "You can take this if you want." "There’s this fascinating section about how packs used to form blood pacts to strengthen their bonds. Did you know that some of them even shared mates to unify their territories?” I looked to her in surprise, and as if she was just realizing what her words had meant, she flushed uncomfortably.

"Bro, let's make a pact" ***

This time, something new had been scrawled at the bottom in black ink: My offer still stands. You know the cost of pride. Her hands trembled. But her jaw set. “Bastard,” she whispered. — Kieran sat in his penthouse, watching the city bleed gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He swirled a glass of red wine slowly, eyes fixed on the tablet in his hand. A live feed. Neera, sitting on the edge of her table, reading the contract. He admired her restraint. Most people would’ve signed the moment their brother was in cuffs. But not her. She was fire in a silk sheath.

I set the map on the desk. “They marked me.” Elias nodded. “Then I want to mark them back,” I said. "I want to expose them and stop them.” He smiled faintly and that tiny flicker of respect and admiration flashed in his eyes. “Then you’ll need the records.” “What records?” Elias reached beneath his desk and pulled out a heavy, sealed scroll. “The original pacts. Signatures. Deals made in blood and kept in shadows. If you can prove what they’ve done, you can destroy their control.”

He explained and they listened attentively. “What forbidden promise do you guys have?” Adrian asked. Amana was not able to use her promise and was not able to determine what kind of promise they have. “I have the strengthening promise and my husband has the killing promise where he can kill someone else’s promise and I can make someone else’s promise stronger.” Caselyn stated. They asked them questions and found out things that the academy is hiding. They also found out that outsiders used to be promise users but they can't remember anything about promises because of the poison that was planted inside of them by the higher ups.

A well-rounded middle-aged woman, holding a Pomeranian, walked in under the escort of two tall and imposing bodyguards, 'James Williams, you're in trouble! ... Ten minutes later, cries of begging echoed from the presidential suite. In the corridor, Mrs. Williams handed a folder to Assistant Scarlett with a smiling face, 'Miss Scarlett White, this is the contract we agreed upon.' The woman who was caught in the act with Mr. Williams in the suite took the contract, quickly flipped through it, and handed a miniature camera to Mrs. Williams after confirming, 'With this, divorce shouldn't be difficult.' "Assistant Scarlett, you've thought this through, or else I really don't know how to deal with