Her Alpha's Secret
I take a deep breath.
“I, Nova Kingsley, Alpha of the Arcane Pack, accept your oath. I surrender my title in equal measure. I pledge myself as co-Alpha to Alexander Weston, in spirit, in fire, in loyalty. From this night forward, I lead not alone, but with you, bound by blood and command.”
Witch Isla steps between us again, holding a silver dagger. Its hilt glows beneath the moonlight.
“Blood calls to blood,” she whispers.
We each cut our palms and press them together. Magic cracks like lightning through the air. Our joined hands glow—silver, green, and blue threads spiraling together. The merged sigil burns into the skin of our chests, through the fabric. It doesn’t hurt. It claims.
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