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His quiet, steady presence, his undeniable aura, had cut through the fear-mongering like a blade through silk. Finally, the murmurs subsided. The last Alpha, a stubborn old bull from the eastern plains, finally gave his reluctant nod. A collective sigh, almost imperceptible, rippled through the room. At the very end, when the tally was taken, my chest swelled with a quiet, profound victory. One hundred and ninety out of one hundred and ninety-six Alphas had pledged their support. Not everyone. Not perfect. But damn close. Close enough. The moment the last Alpha shuffled out, the room suddenly felt vast and empty. I pushed off the dais, moving slowly towards the back wall, leaning against the

But he was a sort of buffer—a reminder of Alpha’s commands. Clarissa had gone with Samuel to a board meeting for the county farmers’ market to present graphic designs he’d created for them. Never in my life had I been so relieved that our mate was doing his boring human work. He was safe there—unless—unless the snow leopard we scented wasn’t the only one around. Alicia sped up and I wondered if he was having the same thoughts as I was, but we were so close there wasn’t time to ask. Alpha was on the porch, his posture very formal, power radiating from him. I’d seen him like this before when he first arrived and had to put us in our places. It had been a while though.

He crouched down to my level, his hands gently cradling the sides of my head. The moment his hands touched me, the pain disappeared. I looked up at him, stunned, our gazes locking. His eyes held a steady calmness, as though he knew exactly he did. “What just happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I took the pain away,” he said simply, standing up. “That’s one of the qualities of an Alpha.” I blinked up at him, still trying to process everything. “We should leave,” he added, his tone more serious now. “We’ve stayed in the human realm for more than enough.”

It was a cold, calculating, and deeply intelligent glow. This was the Alpha. It didn't roar. It didn't charge blindly into the mud. It stood at the edge of the swamp, tilting its head as it studied the areas where its pack-mates had drowned. It looked at Mwajuma, and for a horrifying, split second, she saw something entirely human in its gaze—a flicker of tactical assessment, a spark of a soul trapped beneath a mountain of corrupted magic. The Alpha raised its right foot and stepped onto the surface of the swamp.

"Killian? That madman?" Someone in the chat gasped. "This is Hell Mode." "This Alpha has been betrayed by everyone since he was a pup. His own mother tried to strangle him, his Mate rejected him, and even his best friend stabbed him in the back. He’s nothing but an emotionless killing machine now." It sounded terrifying, but we had no retreat. The System opened the identity selection interface. Everyone started with 10 initial points. Cousin Chloe, a drama student at Yale, was the first to step up.

I trusted her judgment, her visions, but sometimes… sometimes her words were difficult to accept. “Elena,” I said again, more insistent this time. “What did you see?” She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing over the worn pages of a thick, leather-bound book. The symbols etched into the cover were unfamiliar to me, though I had seen similar ones before—in the dreams that had plagued Lila for weeks. “Elena,” I growled, my patience thinning. She finally looked up at me, her pale blue eyes sharp and clear. “The prophecy, Alpha,” she said softly. “It’s worse than we thought.”

I answered, my eyes unwavering as I tried to show no sign of fear. The false smile disappeared. “A simple question. When did you first present as an alpha?” A cold dread trickled down my spine. “Since birth. Why do you ask?” “Right…,” he paused, his smile now back on, “Boys, hold him down and do it.” And within a split second, I was seized and held down by the two men that sat beside me. “Wait, what the hell is—« One of them chugged a bitter pill into my mouth, cutting me right off, and the next second my body instantly began to give a special heat.

For a moment she was startled “Did you come here to see how miserable I am? I furrow my brow questioning her with an obvious angry expression. Lately I've been getting angry whenever I see her, I regret the day I rejected Selene and chose her, I thought she was the one for me, but hell I was so wrong, after Selene left for good, Scarlet started showing sides of her I never knew were there, she was nothing compared to selene. Selene was hardworking, and always tried her best to be a good Luna and mother to the pack even though I never gave her the opportunity of making the pack know she's the Luna After she left, Scarlet changed, all she does is drink, smoke, party, and never cared about the

she said playfully, her face laughing. A deep, low chuckle escaped his throat. Kill each other? The girl was a fool, wasn’t she? But she was hot. It wouldn’t be bad to change his initial plan, would it? After all, she was human. She wouldn’t feel a certain connection to her mate. She doesn’t even know she has a mate. “Err, Good d—Good day, Alpha. Good day, Mr. Nate,” a bartender stammered behind them, followed by footsteps that walked into the room and headed toward Aria and Alex.

Alpha Bruce stated while slamming his fist down on the table in frustration. “How about we go over numbers? I’ll pass around a sheet if you could all write down how many warriors you have, as well as how big your territory is, and then we can figure out where to send extra resources,” Sophia suggested, handing a piece of paper to the alpha sitting on the other side of Emma. “Where’s your father, Alpha Drake? Shouldn’t he be here for this meeting?” Alpha John asked with a frown. “He’s at home. I’m here representing our pack,” she replied calmly, ignoring his obvious jab. Her self-control was impressing me.