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Alpha Theron handed me a drink, his expression cool and composed, his tone matching the air of maturity that seemed to follow him everywhere.
I couldn’t help but smile as I accepted it.
“I certainly do deserve this.”
Luna Amaya chuckled warmly from beside us. “It seems like you have a full plate of vengeance served up for Lucian Winterpelt,” she said with a sly smirk.
“But don’t worry, my dear. He’ll find no alliances among the powerful packs. Not anymore.” She winked before turning and leaving me alone with the two Alphas.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their presence beside me. It wasn’t suffocating–it was powerful, commanding.
Alpha Darian stepped closer, his smile faint but his tone teasing. “You look like you need some space, Freya,” he said, his
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deep voice smooth. “Or perhaps… something to make you feel better after all the stress you’ve endured?”
I chuckled lightly, keeping my composure.
“Oh, I’ve had my share of good moments today.” I replied. “Lucian is nothing more than a pet I’ve left to deal with.” I glanced between the two of them, the corner of my mouth curling into a faint smirk. “But I’m sure you two will enjoy your drinks here. I have guests to attend to.”
Both Alphas watched as I gracefully walked away, my confidence unwavering.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the territory, Lucian sat in his study, the weight of his losses crushing down on him like a storm. The whispers of his severed alliances spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the packs. No matter how sweetly Vlanche spoke or how tightly she clung to him, her words provided no comfort.
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For the first time, Lucian felt the sting of his own inadequacy. Something was missing–something vital.
Determined to salvage what he could, he stood abruptly, his decision made.
“We’re going back to the Silver Moon Dining Hall,” he announced to Vlanche, who looked up in surprise. “There are still alliances to be made.”
Her face brightened with a false hope. “Of course, Lucian. We’ll fix this together.”
As the evening deepened, the Silver Moon Dining Hall came alive. The grand ballroom shimmered with golden light, the music weaving a spell over the gathered Alphas and Lunas. Some danced gracefully in the center of the floor, their movements elegant and refined, while others sipped wine and exchanged quiet conversations at their tables.
The atmosphere was interrupted when Mr. Stormhood stepped onto the stage, the microphone in his hand amplifying his
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commanding presence.
He cleared his throat, his deep voice silencing the room as he spoke. “It is truly a pleasure to see all of you gathered here, united in respect and strength. Tonight is not about rivalries or division. It is about the unity of all werewolves–about building bonds stronger than hatred and mistrust.”
The murmurs of admiration swept through the ballroom, voices filled with respect and awe for the most powerful Alpha in the world. Beside him stood his son, already a revered Alpha in his own right, commanding one of the most influential packs in the werewolf realm.
“Now, let’s celebrate this unity!” the elder Alpha declared with a booming voice, his smile warm and triumphant. The crowd erupted in cheers as wolves took to the dance floor, their movements vibrant and
celebratory.
I, Freya, stood at the edge of the gathering, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watched the
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revelry unfold. The air buzzed with respect and admiration–not for Lucian, not for Vlanche, but for us. For the Stormhood
name.
Suddenly, Alpha Darian appeared beside me, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Freya,” he began, extending his hand, “would you honor me with a dance?”
Before I could respond, Alpha Theron stepped forward, his gaze steady as he offered his hand. “Or perhaps, you‘ d prefer to dance with me?”
The tension between them was palpable, their rivalry simmering just beneath the surface.
But before I could choose or decline–a sharp voice cut through the moment.
“I’m so sorry, two Alphas,” Vlanche sneered, striding toward us with her usual audacity. “But I’m here to fetch my maid.”
Without waiting for permission, she
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grabbed my wrist and yanked me away, pulling me into the hallway.
“What are you doing here, Vlanche?” I asked, my voice calm but edged with irritation.
She whirled on me, her eyes blazing with fury. “No, the real question is, what are you doing here, you little insect?” she hissed. “You‘ re not even a Luna
anymore! Only esteemed Lunas and Alphas. belong in a place like this.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “If I wasn’t supposed to be here, Vlanche, I wouldn’t be.”
She let out a shrill, humorless laugh. “Oh, don’t act coy, you bitch. You‘ re just clinging to Alphas now, aren’t you? Flirting and playing your games to worm your way into becoming their Luna?” She bit her lip, a cruel smirk twisting her face.
“You‘ re nothing but a user. A traitor. You betrayed Lucian, ruined his pack, and now you‘ re doing everything you can to smear
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his name even further!”
I stared at her, unimpressed by her theatrics, but she wasn‘ t done.
“You know what?” she continued, stepping closer. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll drag you by your hair all the way into the middle of the ballroom. Let everyone see you for the rogue you are–a fraud pretending to be someone you‘ re not.”
Her words rolled off me like water. I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms with a faint smirk. “Go ahead, side–kick,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do whatever you want. But it won’t change. the truth–Lucian‘ s pack couldn’t stand without me, and you know it.”
Her face twisted in rage, but before she could respond, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension.
“That won’t change anything, side- kick,” Alpha Darian said, stepping into the hallway. His expression was calm, but his
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presence radiated authority. “Whatever you try to do, you’ll just embarrass yourself further. Freya’s value isn‘ t something you or Lucian could ever comprehend.”