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the blood off my

the dirty work," Xander say

about protecting my p

you shouldn't have gotten rile

ound and walking ba

y happens to be the annual event that is organized to maintain the peace between the humans and the wolves in Los Angeles.

ouse cook and she's been around for the past 6 years. Everyone loves her cooking

r greeting, walking past her t

dy, Lucas and Damien will a

nds and I feel his presenc

wardrobe isn't colourful, but I think it is. There's mud black, there's jet black, there's matte

r to my feet. I don't want to go anywhere near the city today, I'm not in the mood to

ee, my wardrobe isn't colourful, but it's func

k pair of trousers, is as formal as I'm willing to get for today's event. I glance at the mirror and run my fingers through my dam

ne out. Lighting it, I take a deep drag, letting the smoke curl out of my lips. The brief sting of nicotine calms the restl

knock at

say, not tu

id-back than I am, but today even he looks sharper than usual. "Lucas and

ette into the ashtray. "L

respectfully as I pass, some pausing in their tasks to murmur greetings. Tyla

ha," she says with a warm s

hunger. Tyla's been trying to get me to eat more l

. It's soft and buttery, but my m

ned warriors who've been by my side since I took over the pack. Lucas is tall and wiry, with sh

rounding the pack house. I glance over at the woods, feeling a pang of longing

y, climbing into t

an eyebrow.

ng the engine. He huffs but doesn't argue, sliding into

sted outskirts, is a stark contrast to the bustling urban sprawl we're heading into. The wolve

The founding families of humans may claim these events are about peace, but I know better

er remarks, lighting a

ixing with the lingering woodsiness of mine. "I

," he counters. "And besides, toda

Humans bustle about, oblivious to the fact that creatures like us exist among them

hey say. The gates open, and the SUV glides into the driveway. I park and step out, adjusting my cuffs a

ut in tailored suits, casual wears and revealing dresses, their chatter is bare

iarch of the founding families, approaching. He's a man in his late fift

ing my head slightly. Resp

ping my hand in a firm shake. "These events

ffort," I reply,

lack of enthusiasm. "Indeed. Let

g, the air thick with tension masked by polite smiles and meaningless pleasantries. Humans and wol

e for tonight's event, but

the entertainment might be, I

They see me as a threat, a wildcard in their carefully constructed world. And they'r

ooth as silk, "allow me to introduce some

and lean, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes that assess me like a predator si

nce of dominance, subtle but clear. He wants to establish

an with auburn hair and a cold, calculating smile. "She oversee

gaze is sharp, taking in every detail. "A pleasure, Alpha,

ly, keeping my ex

I listen, speak when necessary, but my mind remains sharp, cataloging every word, every glance. These people

right places, offering vague but agreeable responses. It's a game, and one I've played too many times to lose now. I

en I s

like a halo. For a moment, everything else fades. The chatter, the music, t

that stirs something primal inside me. My wolf, usually a calm presence at the back o

i

knuckles turning white. This isn't possible. I've heard of the mating bond, of its intensity and its rarity, but I never thought..

I don't even

gazes meet, the bond snaps into place like a chain, pulling taut between us. Her expression

back to the present, his tone lace

y from her. "Fine," I say, m

g that I go to her, claim her, protect her. I take a deep breath, trying

, my voice clipped

ading toward a quieter corner of the room. Xand

?" he asks, h

a hand through my hair. "

s, stepping back to give me space. I glan

mn

even without seeing her, a pull that I know will only get stronger. I've spent my entire life

dar says my na

her," I growl ou

e asks u

ma