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"You wouldn’t believe what I saw Alpha, " Jeremiah, Asher’s beta, came to report the result of his finding.

Of course, there was no way in hell Asher had let Violet willingly go with Alaric just like that. The guy was obsessed with Violet and would never rest unless his eyes were on her.

"What is it?" Asher came to stand before him, moving from his desk where several reports were scattered across.

Jeremiah gulped, "It’s hard to say, Alpha."

"Out with it and don’t keep me waiting!" Asher’s tone was clipped, showing his growing impatience.

Jeremiah hesitated, his fingers twitching at his sides. "Alaric first took her to his workshop. They spent a lot of time there."

Asher’s gaze narrowed. "And?"

"Then he took her to the hills," Jeremiah continued, his voice faltering. "And...I saw Violet wielding his lightning."

Asher’s brows shot up. "What did you just say?"

Jeremiah swallowed hard, bracing himself. "Alaric held her hand while he summoned lightning and she survived. The lightning didn’t harm her at all, Alpha. It was as if she was immune to his power."

"Are you kidding me right now?" Asher obviously did not believe him.

Jeremiah quickly began to explain knowing his head might roll otherwise. Asher was not really a kind and patient Alpha.

"I know it’s hard to believe Alpha, even I could not believe it at first. But it was both of them on that hill, no one else. I couldn’t get even close to avoid getting hit by the lightning strikes. But Violet, she just stood right there, excited to have wielded the lightning with Alpha Alaric."

Jeremiah pressed on, swallowing thickly. "And then...after they brought down the rainstorm together, they...kissed. Under the rain." He explained truthfully.

The room fell deathly silent, save for the crackle of the fire in the hearth. Even Jeremiah didn’t carelessly breathe out of fear of Asher lashing out. Speaking of Asher, a muscle ticked in his jaw, and for a moment, Jeremiah thought he might have gone too far.

But then, to his astonishment, Asher’s lips curved into a slow, unsettling grin. He began to laugh, gently at first, until it grew into something dark and mirthless, filling the room with a menacing echo.

Jeremiah stood frozen, the hair on his arms standing on end. When Asher was like this, it only meant one thing: chaos was coming.

"I chose right," Asher murmured to himself, his laughter dying down but his grin remaining. "Turns out you’re special after all, my purple queen."

Jeremiah cleared his throat nervously. "Alpha Asher, what are your orders?"

Asher’s eyes gleamed with malicious intent as he turned to his beta. "Inform the wolves of the North House. During the games tomorrow, Violet Purple will be their primary target. She must not, under any circumstances, escape their grasp. Let them all know, she belongs to the West House."

"Yes, Alpha," Jeremiah said quickly, bowing his head before rushing out to deliver the command. As well as escape Asher’s unsettling presence.

Left alone, Asher leaned against his desk, his fingers tracing the edge of the wood. A dangerous smile played on his lips as his slitted eyes stared unblinkingly at the wall.

"My little queen," he whispered, in a low and possessive voice. "There will be no escaping me. You are mine. We are meant to be together."

Meanwhile that same night....

Roman had just finished his run, his green fur matted from the rain the bastard Alaric had summoned with his ability.

However, the night was far from over because he had received a tempting invitation from a half-breed beauty from the North House earlier that day, and he wasn’t one to decline such opportunities. If you knew what he meant.

Although there was no rule preventing the alphas from fraternizing with women from other houses, yet Roman knew this was a deliciously bold move considering

the special hatred Alaric had for him.

He was just about to go fuck a member of Alaric’s house right under his nose and the irony of it all made him grin. Life was a game, and he loved playing it on hard mode.

The enmity between Alaric and Roman had deep roots and it stemmed from an incident not long ago when Roman had slept with Alaric’s girlfriend. In Roman’s defense, the girl had offered herself, and he had simply obliged. It wasn’t his fault she had chosen him, was it?

But tonight, Roman relished the thrill of the forbidden as he planned to cross into enemy territory for a clandestine rendezvous. And as he neared the North House, Roman shifted his large, lupine frame into the slender, sinuous form of a small green snake.

To successfully pull off this meeting required stealth, and his snake form was perfect for sneaking into enemy territory unnoticed. Slithering through the undergrowth, Roman made his way toward the house.

The foliage rustled softly as he moved, his body undulating smoothly over the damp ground. Thankfully, the girl lived all alone on the first floor, making it all easier for him. They had all the privacy for their coitus tonight.

Spotting the open window on the first floor as he had instructed the girl, Roman slithered up the wall, his scales finding purchase on the rough surface. He reached the window ledge, his forked tongue flickering out to taste the air.

He then slipped through the gap, entering the girl’s darkened living room. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, the tantalizing smell exciting him for what was about to happen.

Roman slithered across the wooden floor, making his way toward the bedroom door. Once there, he shifted back into his tall, muscular frame and naked as the day he was born. He didn’t need to bother for clothes, not when the fun was about to begin.

Smirking, he opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. The room was dark, but his werewolf eyes could pick out the shape of the girl lying under the covers. Oh, she was playing hide and seek. Good,

he loved women with a naughty streak.

Roman slowly approached the bed, his body taunt with anticipation. He pulled the covers with a dramatic flourish, fully expecting to find the alluring half-breed.

Instead, Roman found himself staring down at someone entirely unexpected

"Oh, fuck..."

Before Roman could react, the room lit up with a white light and buzz as Alaric struck him with a bolt of lightening.

He collapsed to the floor in a heap, convulsing. The smell of singed hair and flesh filled the room as Alaric stepped out from the darkness, his hand still crackling with residual lightning.

"I’m sorry but Kaila wouldn’t be serving tonight." Alaric said coldly, his eyes glowing with the power of his element.

The bedroom door opened, and Griffin walked in, his towering frame filling the doorway. He leaned casually against the frame, a smile playing on his lips.

"It’s nice to see you, Roman, we’ve been waiting for you."Griffin said with mockery

Roman glanced between Alaric and Griffin, realization dawning on him.

Fuck his life.

Roman cursed as he realized he had walked—no, slithered—right into a trap.