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“And also, you have to sign a nondisclosure agreement stating that you will not talk to anyone or tell anyone about the contact marriage or the details of the contract-” “Ummm so I might have already told someone about it but trust me she’s my best friend and she would not tell anyone I promise.” I interrupt Nathan from completing his words. “And It shouldn't count as a breach of the contract since I haven’t even signed it yet so she is an exception,” I said, crossing my hands. The room grew silent. I noticed Henry, Luke, and Nathan immediately glancing at Willam with bated breath while I locked eyes with him not bothered.

“But it’s not trying to hurt us.” The shape ahead bent the dark just enough to acknowledge me. Recognition slid through my chest like a key turning. Not yours, the pull said without sound. But not untouched. I swallowed. “It wants terms,” I whispered. POV: Kai No. I stepped half a pace forward, authority tightening in my spine. “You don’t get terms. You trespassed.” The pressure answered—not defiant, not aggressive. Patient. Borders were my language. Lines, rules, consequences. This thing spoke time.

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And on its glowing pages, new words appeared by themselves: “The Mother’s Pact is not finished. The daughter must choose, blood or fire.” Olivia’s scream caught in her throat as the shadows of six women rose slowly from the walls around her…

“The terms are hidden until the pact is sealed. That is the nature of power. You will understand when it is done.” A circle of blue light formed around them on the rooftop. The Architect raised its hands, tentacles of light wrapping around their bodies—gentle at first, then insistent. One thick appendage slid between Alex’s legs, teasing his slick hole before pushing inside, stretching him open alongside the child’s influence. Alex gasped, back arching, the pleasure divine and overwhelming. Another tentacle wrapped around Damian’s cock, stroking with perfect pressure while a third pushed into his mouth, fucking it slowly. The pact ritual began.

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.

“You think cutting us off will scare her? This kingdom survived without your mercy before. We’ll do it again.” Bianca raised her hand, silencing him. Her gaze was steady, unreadable. “Show me the pact.” The envoy slid a thick document across the table, sealed with the fractured insignias of the world’s councils. Its cover gleamed under the fractured light. The Covenant of Peace. Bianca stared at it for a long moment before breaking the seal. The paper smelled of ink and old arrogance. Hours passed in the negotiation chamber. By dusk, the candlelight had grown dim, and the diplomats’ polite masks were cracking under Bianca’s silence.

His jaw was tight enough to crack. “I heard the council,” he said. “They want a co-leader. A replacement.” She stepped closer. “They want stability. And so do I. But not like this.” Maxim didn’t answer right away. He reached into his coat and pulled out a tightly rolled scroll—the Unity Pact, marked with the symbols of every pack that had joined them. A flame charm rested over the seal, half-cracked. “I’m rewriting it,” he said quietly. Zara blinked. “Rewriting what?”

“Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.” Tatsuya’s brow furrowed. “A pact? What the hell is that?” “It’s like a pack, but different,” Taiga explained, pacing now with energy that hadn’t been there before. “A pact is formed when two Enigmas fuse their pheromones. It creates a strong scent, one that dominates and strengthens the pact as a whole.” He looked up at his brother, his eyes sparking with conviction.

Then, like a broken record, but quietly this time, he asks, “Did Charlotte read the fine print? Does she have any idea what she signed?” I shrug. “I gave her the option to read the contract. She didn't take it.” I close the dossier and pick up the scotch. The amber liquid slides down my throat with a familiar burn. It's almost refreshing. Judy runs a hand through his sandy brown hair, then blows out a heavy breath. “Fuck.” “I'll give her a copy when she requests it.” There's not a single shred of remorse in my body for what I've done. Businessmen always protect themselves in the fine print, and I'm not different.