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Then one of the envoy members beside him steps forward carefully. “Alpha Leon,” the man says quietly, almost cautiously. “Perhaps this should be handled with more restraint.” My breath catches. Alpha. No. No way. The ballroom erupts into whispers almost instantly. “Alpha Leon Valcrest?” “One of the Tribunal Alphas?” “Oh my god…” “The Black Hollow Alpha…” Fear spreads through the room so quickly I can almost feel it physically. Alpha Leon Valcrest. One of the three ruling Alphas of the Alpha Tribunal. And supposedly the most feared among them.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

"Alastair changed me not because he wanted to have children." "I know. But Nicholas sees it in a different light, he will always see Alastair as a threat." Alice smiled sadly when she saw the expression on my face. "And not only that, Eleanor, the Leech is the property of Volder who turned him. They will be bonded until one of them dies. In short, Alastair's blood and power predominate in you over Nicholas forever." "What will happen if Nick kills Alastair?"

He again begged, staring silently at his mate, watching and waiting. What felt like eons, she finally relented, giving a slight nod, as acceptance goes, that was all that he could hope for in that moment, she could have kicked him out, without hearing out what he had to say, so this was better than the alternative. “Werewolves are not mythological creatures as everyone seems to think, supernatural’s exist, despite what everyone believes.” Deciding to start simple and from a factual perspective, “For each supernatural there is a other half or as we call it a soulmate. Now, not everyone is lucky to find theirs, some never do find theirs or fate takes her time in revealing a true mate. Some sto

Little did Nadine realize that her life was on the brink of a transformation that would alter its course forever. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows stretched out, lengthening their reach, Alpha Kael, materialized from the darkness of the nightfall. His eyes, icy and logical, instantly fixed on Nadine, who stood there shaking with terror. The instant he laid eyes on her, an unexplainable fury enveloped him, and he became determined to claim he was her owner, no matter the price.

I retorted. "It's a werewolf thing. Like...one's other half. Danny, you're my puzzle piece. I was made for you. My existence is for you. Whether it be a best friend, a brother, a lover, or a childhood dog." He met my eyes. I gasped softly. So that's why Alastor was obsessed with me. I always thought that Alastor was my huge wolf and I wasn't far off. Just in a different sense. He wasn't meant to be just Alastor. Just the wolf from the zoo. He's intended to be my everything. Everything started to fall into place.

Alpha Galan stood in the heart of the ancient moonlit grave. He was still on his quest to find the wolf hunter who was a threat to his pack. As he stood, his powerful form was illuminated by the soft silver glow of Selene, the moon goddess; his mother. The air was thick with anticipation as he raised his head and let out a haunting howl, a call that echoed through the scared woods and reached the ears of his divine mother.

I sighed heavily as I pushed open the door to the Alpha office wondering what new development was so important it had to be shared in person. “Good, you’re here. My sourced identified him as, Alaster Dark; the owner of the largest shipping conglomerate in America and from what they say, he isn’t someone to be trifled with.” Marcel showed us a picture of the man I recognised so easily from my dream and a shiver ran up my spine.