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This was the legendary Alpha King, the most esteemed pureblood werewolf, controlling the wealth and resources of countless Lycan packs across North America, and James's uncle. 'You know me?' he asked, cupping my face. 'Of course,' I replied, my heart racing. 'Every werewolf knows your name.' He smiled. 'It's an honor to be remembered by such a beautiful lady.' I stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes, my heart fluttering. I felt an irresistible pull towards him. My body responded to his touch, and I embarrassingly found myself wanting more. As the alcohol took hold, I lost control, pulling him closer. His strong arms enveloped me, and his eyes burned with intensity. His lips crashed onto mine

He turned, glaring at Matteo, "You just had to bring the phone here?" Matteo entered the room, grabbed another sheet from the bed, and covered the girl. Walking up to him, he snatched the phone from his hand and pushed it back into his pocket. "You think it's easy for me to bump into you every time?" He looked at his childhood friend, "Got any holy water on you?" "You had the choice to cover me up." "Dude," Matteo raised a brow, "deal with your mom while I deal with mine; you're joking if you think Maya gives you problems." His face turned serious. "Besides, there's another issue."

I said and he nodded as he took the books and I just stood there my mind clouded with thoughts. Things weren't adding up. How come Raven suddenly found a room in my own chambers I never knew existed? And then she comes out with another Book of Alphas, one that is making me question everything I've ever known. I sighed in frustration as I started pacing the room. What kind of game was fate playing with me? “Your Majesty? Take a look at this," Matteo suddenly said as he dropped the books back on my table and my eyes narrowed at him. “What is it?" I asked and he pointed to a name.

Mystical mark reveal on Adelina’s abdomen under the moonlight. A spiritual encounter with the Matrons, confirming her bloodline and destiny. Foreshadowing of hunters ( wolves with red eyes). The den is breached—an enemy (likely hunters or rogues) has found her.

I whispered. "Are you a dove, Nova?" Matteo asked, leaning his face so close that his cigar-scented lips practically grazed mine. "Are you going to sit quietly and wait for my crumbs? Or are you an Albatross... expanding those massive wings to calculate your prey, waiting for the absolute perfect microsecond to tear them apart?" "I could be your Owl, Matteo," I said, staring directly into the depths of his obsidian eyes, throwing the challenge right back at him. "They know things. They hear every single whisper vibrating through the cyber grid."

“It means he planted something in your safehouse database. Something that reshapes Raven’s past. Names. Details. Timelines. As if she was never who she thought she was.” I didn’t move an didn’t breathe. Matteo sat up straighter. “Where is it?” Franca laughed. “Oh, I won’t tell you. But I’ll send you a riddle.” “You’re joking.” She hung up. The riddle came by fax. FAX. Matteo stared at the machine like it had betrayed him personally. I took the paper. Read the lines aloud: “I know your hands, though never met, I keep the things you most forget. A voice once borrowed, now your own. Find me where the past was grown.”

The guy said making me furrow my brows and watch as he walked away "Well?" Luna asked making me face them, "Are you going to tell us why you're looking at our brother as if he hung the moon and the stars?" I bit my lip contemplating on whether or not I should tell them that their brother was my mate. I mean it's not like it's unnatural to find your mate nowadays or something. "Who's August?" I found myself asking instead and they blinked before shrugging

Her brown irises scanned the words in the book one by one, trying to translate the very complex abstract patterns. Arva returns to the real world. She turned her head to find Noura rereading a book. During this one week, she had been trying not to ask, but this time, she couldn't contain her curiosity. "What exactly are you reading?" Noura showed the title of the book she was reading, letting Arva read it herself. "Vampire PowerBook?" Arva raised her eyebrows. "Aren't you already strong? I mean, have you mastered all the vampire science?"

Our bond was stronger than ever. Every power had a loophole, my mother would say. I sat down in mediation form and tried to connect with the book. I could feel its power. “Elara…” Mateo yelled, “this is clearly not the time to be meditating,” I heard him grunt but a little closer. “Just buy me time, Mateo.” I said, opening one eye to peek and see a creature lunging at me but Kale got there in time and slashed its head off. He was breathing hard.

While our hands are joined, Eva chants something before placing both her hands above ours. Slowly, the pain reduces. Still, Eva keeps chanting. Then she brings out a mixture she made minutes ago while she was scrambling about earlier. “Take this. It has water from the temple and a few herbs,” she says, trying to convince me, but I drink it before she can finish her sentence. “Wow. You must like her,” Eva mutters, a look of surprise covering her face. “I don’t. It’s the mate bond. I feel it more strongly than she ever will,” I seethe. That fact alone always makes me angry.