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she exclaimed and went away flipping her hair. I like to believe she was adopted. But no, she was the spitting image of my grandmother, the same stubbornness and facial features. And both of them hated me. As far as I know I have never done anything bad to them. Well, granny never liked me for my defensive skills. In her perspective it was for the deltas (warriors of the pack). Not bragging but I was damn good with swords and arrows. Before I turned 16, she burned my arrows and never let me out to the woods. After 16, I became the rebel she pitied. Time flew by and here I was getting ready for my mating ceremony.

Or did he remember it was my birthday? No. The look in his eyes was the total opposite of worried. “Look at you….” Archer sneered. “Dressed like a slut. You’re supposed to lay low, and you’re letting men fight over you. You might have General Sweets fooled, but I know who you are. You’re nothing..” His hand reached for my neck, and he pushed me back, squeezing the sore skin. “Archer, please.” I said. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head, “that freak should have killed you when he had the chance. ”

he said, making my eyes shoot up from my feet to meet his eyes, “I am leaving the room and sending him in.” I did not even have the chance to understand what was going on. Principal Finly walked out of the room, and our pack beta, Archer Bluemoon walked in. His young face was set in a firm scowl. A military haircut, cold but calm face, and a strong build that was almost as big as Rhett’s, although Archer was shorter in height. As he walked in, he shot me a glance but did not speak anything until he took a seat in the principal’s chair.

He looked up and had a devilish smile plastard on his face. "I hate that motherfucker Alex. I wish ruin everything thing that makes him happy" he eyed Alex from where he sat playing games with his friends She sat down in the cold night and stare longily at the stars , before someone coughed behind her and distracted her attention,she turned to see no other person's but Archer the handsome prince of maple highschool and her childhood buddy. She turned in surprise to see know other person but Archer one of the sparkling genus of sophomore year. He flashed his Mr cool smile and said

He had his bowstring pulled taut, an oversized wooden arrow nocked and ready to fire at any moment. He had to be an archer. As the name suggested, he specialized in long-range assassinations, eliminating targets before they even knew what hit them. "Who are you?" Chase's voice was low and cautious. He could tell that this archer was highly skilled as his technique and arrow control were extraordinary. "Heh. Why don't you take a guess?" The bowman chuckled, his voice cold and eerie. Chase's eyes sharpened. He finally got a clear look at his attacker. He was a youth who was no older than 16. He had a broad, round face, giving him a harmless, childlike appearance.

I was left there, standing in the middle of the plaza, recalling tidbits of information about the previous timeline. Archer is a hunter who is talented and is quick on his feet whenever someone is in trouble. His power is one of a kind. Though it may seem strong, it has one flaw—he could not take numerous tiny foes all at the same time. This makes Belzeebub the only demon that Archer could not face and he is also the one who killed Archer in the past.

I said more to myself than to Ru. I didn’t want to dwell on negativity, but the image of the dark figure plunging that dagger into Archer’s chest was engrained in my mind and I couldn’t help it. “You’re right, he’s probably fine,” Ru chorused. He had to be fine, there was no other choice because he had Theo, Tristian, Julie, Gilly, and all the royal guards with him. More than that, he had his own strength. There was no wolf as strong as he. Archer was the strongest of the strong, the King of our kind for a reason.

“And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--” “But through the daughters of the Archer bloodline.” Calyx gulped when she realized who spoke. It was Theodavian. She looked at him and nodded her head. He nodded and continued: “Yes, we’re familiar with the Archer Legacy. It’s also now been prophesized that the Slayer is a part of the Chosen Ones’ prophecy made by the great Shayla Seer.” “I-I am aware of that,” she stammered. She flushed at her stammering and bit her bottom lip as she looked at her old friends.

Which I shouldn't be feeling. I stared down at my hands, my knuckles were still faintly smeared with soot and blood. These hands were meant to lead, to command, to protect my pack, not to touch an omega who trusted me as her Alpha. Damn it. I ran a hand through my hair, the motion sharp and restless. I couldn't let this happen again. I couldn't afford it. I am Alpha Archer of the Western Pack, a title that demands control, distance, and strength. Desire is a luxury I cannot indulge right now, especially for someone like her.

Hunter invited Archer to stand between us. “The day we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. Luna Irina and I have been praying for this day since the day Archer was born. We can retire and lounge around our son’s home.” Hunter grinned at Archer, who rolled his eyes. They seemed to have found their groove in the past couple of weeks and it felt so damn good. Hunter was planning on paying Archer back for every single thing he did to us over the past eighteen years!