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One of them knocked, and a deep, muffled voice answered. “Come in.” The door swung open, revealing Alpha Henry. He was shirtless, drenched in sweat, mid-workout. His chiseled physique gleamed under the soft light, each movement deliberate and powerful. For a fleeting moment, I cursed myself for noticing. Henry paused, his head lifting as though catching a scent. His sharp gaze locked onto me, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. “Well, well,” he drawled, grabbing a towel to wipe his chest. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

From then on, only authorized people can see him. The crowd watched as a very handsome brown-haired young man dressed in a blue suit climbed up to the stage. "This is my son, your soon-to-be Alpha king, Murphy Castillo." the Alpha king announced with pride and everyone cheered, whistled and applauded. Unmated females in the audience looked lovestruck and wished sincerely that he'd be their mate even though the reality was that he wasn't.

Ohhh, there's a tiny letter. 'Good morning beautiful, I know you're bored inside the house. Don't worry, we are going to have fun tonight. Wear this cute Jasmine costume, okay? I'll be really sad if you don't wear it. x Aladdin' So he was the one that sent this. Not a total shocker there. He is really serious about this whole going out with costumes thingy. To think we're not even kids anymore. Whatever. Do I really have to wear this? It's too sexy and my bruises can be seen so I'll have to cover it up with concealers again.

He then jumped all the way up to the outer side of the glass and looked me straight in the eye with his malicious smile. This man was the definition of a demon. If you thought Xander was bad, meet Alister. He was dressed in a black suit with a lot of silver jewelry on his torso, neck, and chest, and a tonne of rings on both hands. He had vibrant green eyes and jet-black hair. His skin was as pale as ever, his lips, a prominent red color. His general physic was a skinny build. He was an absolute maniac.

Before I can even budge from my seat, a head pops around the corner. "We'll be heading off in five. Hope you girls are ready for a party." Alastaire leans against the doorway, still wearing the white v-neck top and skinny jeans he wore on stage. He always looks sort of angelic in photos and videos, (inhumanely perfect according to Jamie), and the real life version doesn't disappoint. Tall and lean with clear blue eyes and a halo of messy gold hair, beautiful is the only word that does him justice. In fact, he's prettier than most girls.

came a reply from the other side, and Lysa helped me open the door, whispering to me "I hope you survive his punishment." Instantly, my fear increased and I held my breath as I drag my feet into the room. Unlike before, Alister's room was bright, and he sat on his throne-like chair watching my every move intently. He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with black trousers and he held an unlit cigarette between his lips. "I see you're still wearing the dress from last night, although I was a little hesitant to put it on you because I was afraid it wouldn't look good, it does look good on you," Alister removed the cigarette from his mouth as he spoke.

He pointed to the bare skin over his heart. "This spot is still empty." His gaze was warm and deep. "And I was hoping the greatest healer on this continent might be willing to finally leave her mark." I looked at the Alpha who had stood by me for five years, and a slow smile spread across my face. "We'll see."

“I'm sorry if it sounded that way, but that wasn't how I meant it. It's clear you have no idea who I am yet.’’ He watched for my reply, and I nodded. ‘‘I'm Alan. The Alpha's beta and only most trusted person. I go out of my way to make sure the Alpha is in a safe place. I'm sure this explains my manner of approach earlier?’’ He smirked, a smirk that was supposed to reflect the positivity in his explanation if any. “Oh really?’’ I resisted the urge to let out a scoff. He made his first impression of sarcasm on me and expected me not to give me the creeps just because of this petty explanation.

It resulted in piles of dirt and dust falling on the siblings, forcing them to hug each other tighter. Several seconds later, the whistling stopped, and Natalia pressed her lips together, almost biting onto her skin, only to find the man bent on his waist, his gaze fixated on Nessie and Natalia. Before her sister could see what was happening, Natalia covered Nessie’s eyes with her hands. The man's eyes were bloodshot, and a long scar was visible on top of his right eye, which extended close to his jawline. He showed his badly crooked teeth, baring a victorious grin at Natalia.

“Don't tell me that he wants you to always call me that.” She nodded her head while Mark shrugged his shoulders. “Cut the shit, please!” I said. Carl’s eyes widened. “Your Grace!” Alfred said, gasping. I shrugged. “I said please. Why can’t my friends just be themselves around me? What the hell!” “Your majesty! That’s 40 push-ups!” Dexter remarked.