He Was My Alpha, I Was His Storm

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Furstone Pack's celebrations were always fantastic, but tonight was special. Laurette had found her mate, and the pack had come to w

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lf, not truly-not the way they were. But here I was, on the edge of the great

ferent. I was

ered to introduce themselves properly. No one cared that the kid was there only be

ctation. I was not supposed to be here, but something-something in the air, around me-spoke to m

unencumbered, and alive. She was not like the others, not so weighed down by histo

ing to sit back there all night long. There is da

ing had shifted in the mood. The scent that had intoxicated my senses beforehand was stronger now,

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aces. His eyes scoured the room with the kind of intensity one who was born to lead had. I felt an unbalanced jolt of re

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llness of his look, a heaviness and impassibility, as if he was searching for something. I didn't know what it was, but I

ape. What the hell was that? It was something I'd never felt before. A searing pressure, pulling

tinged with worry. I hadn't noticed

intended. I couldn't quite form the words, couldn't clear the s

ow through. Instead, she released a dramati

ith a smile. "The whole pack's been buzzing with Laurette and her m

ooked at me, as if he'd heard everything-every barricade, every wall I'd ever built around myself. It didn't make sen

were out of sync with the world around me. The music played, but it seemed distant. Nothing felt right. The only thing that

he room sh

of air vibrating the air. The k

st that night, I sa

he kind you felt before the storm. I did not know what to do, what to think. I just knew that he was mo

een us closed. I had no notion of what was going to happen next, but I felt as if I st

and this time, there was something hard in them, something menacing. And I knew th