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WHO WOULDN'T, MATE IS SUCH A GOOD KISSER. Coming back to my senses, I put an end to my girlie squeal, a grin dancing on my lips. Wait....I didn't even get to ask him about it. Well thank goodness I am in a library, I can just read about it then. ★★★★★★★ So the moon stone pack, night walker pack and the Shadow pack makes up the tría-árchontas. It's like their own form of monarch. Wow....our pack been on the top. No wonder Austen is highly respected.

His calculative mind was already seeing the Carter's bankruptcy. On the other side, the triplets pretended to be oblivious to the adults discussions but that was not the case at all. "Grandma, grandpa, uncle, mom and Papa Leonardo, we are going upstairs to rest. Your grown up stories are depressing." Allie spoke for her brothers and the adults let them go. Unbeknownst to the adults, the terrible trio had agreed to seek justice for their mommy. They were the youngest hackers in the Guild Of Shadows. And even if something happened a decade back, they could dig it up and expose it.

This scene was just too astounding that no one would believe them if they told anyone. In fact, Kevin Lindstrom's father, Alex Cohen's mother, and Carlton Favelle's father were the top three on the city's rich list. In other words, the three young men sitting together now were the real Quill City’s “Young Master Trio”! As far as Jared Xavier and Jordan Finn Ryker were concerned, they were both a level below these three.

Jackson’s POV Bryson was the biggest alpha in the central region. With his arrival, every region was represented. The formal living room had a powerful aura given the presence of the eastern, western, northern, central and the southern giants. Us, the big five, had to stick together in order to continue holding the power we had.

Before I could ask what was going on, I heard the loud revving of power bikes. My stomach tightened as I moved toward the window, already knowing what I would see, and my breath caught in my throat as the engines came to a stop outside. Just as I expected it was them - the same boys that had been making life at Hawthorne High a nightmare for me - the Alpha's triplet sons, Liam, Randy and Carl Hawthorne. They were the hottest guys in the whole school and equally the most annoying as they always found a way to rudely remind everyone of their status as the heirs to the throne of the pack. They were literally untouchable.

But their silence was comfortable, until a shadow blocked the sunlight across their table. “Well, well… What do we have here?” A sneering voice broke in. Hardin looked up, his jaw tightening. Standing before them were the notorious triplets from their class—Zach, with his identical sisters, Zamila and Zona. The three moved like a unit, always in sync, always intimidating. For the first time, they had chosen their table. “Trying to copy us now?” Zach scoffed, eyeing the twins and Zoey like they were a science experiment gone wrong.