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“What are you all doing here?” he snarls, and Liam growls at him, making him jump, having not seen him. Alpha Brock backs up with his hands up while the minute’s all stand frozen in fear. It angers me that they fear him.

“Seeing as you are still stacking boxes, I am assuming you didn’t make the 18 minutes time frame?” I ask him, walking through the crowd of children.

He backs up further. “No. Um… we got delayed,” he mutters. “See, the last box. Everything is there,” he says, pointing to his father, who is placing a tarp over the trailer.

“That wasn’t what I asked. I asked if you did it in 18 minutes?” his lips part, and he glances at his father when one of the guards steps forward.

“That is the last box, my Queen. But no, they didn’t get it done in the timeframe,” he answers, and I nod, turning to look at Alpha Brock.

“Hmm... On the stage, both of you!” I order, my voice coming out strong along with my aura, which I am finding more effortlessly and easier to use. They both rush up the steps and stand at the top of them.

“My King, is this really necessary? We did what she asked.” Alpha Dean says.

“But you didn’t. Your Queen gave you 18 minutes, and you didn’t complete the task in that time frame.” Kyson answers him as I wander over to the fruit stall that was just closing its shutters.

“How much for all of it?” I ask the elderly woman. She jumps, not seeing me come up behind her.

“You!” she sneers, pointing her withered old finger at me.

“Excuse me?” I ask her.

“You! The rogue girl!”

“My name is Azalea Landeena! You will address me as so unless you want to join your Alpha!” I snarl. She stutters out an apology.

“Now I asked you a question. How much for the lot of it?”

“You want the entire shop?” she asks. I shake my head.

“No, just the fruit and vegetables,”

“I um… just take what you want.”

“I don’t want to send you broke, ma’am. Despite your lack of manners,”

Kyson comes up behind me and touches my shoulder. “We have fruit at home,” he whispers, and I nod, picking up a tomato.

“I know,” I tell him, turning around, tossing it in the air, and catching it as I walk and stop in front of the stage.

“Kids,” I call out, and they all turn to face me.

“Grab some fruit,” they rush off, taking fruit from the shelves.

They all return as the buses pull up. “Now, to show you the same dignity you showed me, Alpha,” I tell them.

Some of the children are eating their fruit while I chuck my tomato at the Alphas.

My tomato hit Alpha Brock square in the face, splatting with an audible sound and covering him in tomato juices.

Alpha Brock growls when Trey laughs before screaming.

“Food fight!” Like a mini-army, the kids turn.

Their eyes light up with mischief as they toss their fruit and vegetables at the Alphas.

Who try to dodge their attacks but can’t step off the small stage.

When they are finished, I tell the children to grab more fruit to eat as a snack on the way before helping load them onto the buses.

Once that is done, I wander back over to the Alphas covered in bits of fruits and vegetables and juices.

“You will both step down as Alpha until a new one is appointed. And I…” I look at Kyson, needing his help; I wasn’t sure how to strip someone of their title.

Kyson’s aura rushes out, bringing them both to their knees.

“I King Kyson of the Valkyrie Kingdom, hereby strip you Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock of your Alpha titles! I declare you both the very thing you despise so much. I declare rogue until you are accepted into another pack or your new Alpha declares you pack!” Kyson says, stripping both of them of their titles.

“Wait! Wait! I will do better!” Brock begs, wanting to step off the stage, but he is stuck under my command.

“You may approach,” I tell him, and he jumps down and falls to his knees in front of me.

“Please! Please! I will do as you ask! Anything!” he begs, and I look at Kyson, who shrugs and tells me it is up to me.

I bite my lip. Yet he had a point. They needed an Alpha.

Glancing around, Katrina held up her hand behind Liam.

She was technically Beta blood, and she was studying accounting.

I smirk, knowing there was nothing more that Alpha Brock would hate more than having to answer to a woman.

“You answer to Katrina now. And until she deems you fit, you remain as rogues. You will also make sure she has time to finish her course and help her any way she asks.” I tell him.

“She is a woman!” Alpha Brock snaps at me.

“Yes! But she now so much more than that. She is your Alpha!” I tell him, and Katrina smirks and folds her arms, and I look at Kyson, knowing he is the only one right now that can make this happen.

He will have to teach me how to give someone their titles because I have a funny feeling it isn’t the same as stripping them of their mate bond. And I am right.

Kyson waves Katrina forward and gets her to kneel, and he slices his palm, letting his claws slip out on his other hand.

“Open your mouth open,” Kyson tells her, and she obeys.

He squeezes his fist, letting his blood drip into her mouth before he says a pledge, she repeats it, declaring her as Alpha. She gasps, clutching her chest, and falls backward on her bottom, and I can feel her aura slip out stronger than before, showing she is now in charge.

Alpha Brock roars, getting to his feet, he charges at her, and she glares at him, rising to her feet calmly.

“Sit!” she orders, and he freezes, falling on his ass. Alpha Dean hangs his head, looking ashamed of his son’s behavior. I am shocked at how easy it is for Katrina to command him. I hope it gets easy for me like that, and I will be able to have complete control of my aura and command as she does.

Once Kyson is sure Katrina has both ex Alphas under control, he escorts me back to the Limo and I climb in the back and slide across the seat.

My hands shakes with adrenaline and I felt a little giddy.

The feeling wears off as the car starts.

I glance out the window as the bus and the cars follow, however the bus heads down a different street, as the orphanage street was too narrow for the bus, with its low-hanging trees to fit.

We slow a little as the orphanage comes into view out my window.

That place will never hurt anymore children. I unclip my seatbelt and tap on the window. Trey winds the glass window down and I tell them to stop. The car does and one of the other cars follows after the bus, while the other three stop behind us.

I open my door when Kyson grips the back of my pants. “You don’t need to go back in there. There is nothing there for you anymore,” he whispers, but I want no remnants of this place.

“I know,” I tell him and he lets me go and sighs. I climb out as do the guards, taking positions around the cars. Trey comes over to me.

“What’s wrong?” I shake my head, moving toward Liam as he steps out of the car.

“Have you got a lighter?” I ask knowing he smoked. He lifts an eyebrow at me.

“Terrible habit. Shouldn’t smoke when up the duff,” he tells me and I roll my eyes and hold my hand out for the lighter.

“I’m not smoking.” I tell him, and he pulls a packet out before lighting a smoke.

“Since we have stopped,” he says, handing me the lighter. I step over the gate, and Kyson grips my arm.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure no more kids ever come back here.” I tell him, shaking his arm off.

Guards rush ahead of me as I walk around the outside of the building to the small garden shed out the back.

Kyson follows but just watches me as I reach above the low hanging tin roof for the padlock key.

I feel around before pulling it down and unlocking the padlock.

Ducking my head, I step inside and see a red jerrycan. I grab it off the small shelf and shake it to find it had a bit of fuel left in it for the mower. I crack the lid and the fumes confirm it is indeed petrol. Stepping out of the garden shed. Kyson gasps, coming over and snatching it from me.

“You are not playing with petrol!” he growls.

“Give it to me.” I tell him, holding my hand out. But he refused.

“Give me the lighter. I will do it,” he says, holding his hand out. I don’t care who does it, as long as the place is reduced to nothing but soot and ash. I hand him the lighter when Liam bounces on the balls of his feet like an excited kid in a candy store.

“Can I help? Liam likes playing with fire.” he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

I glance inside the small shed when Liam clears his throat behind me.

“No fuel needed. I always have lighter fluid,” he says and I look at him over my shoulder to see him rummage inside his jacket.

“Here, hold this,” he says, passing me a knife. “Ah, and this,” he says, dropping a pistol in my hand. Kyson growls, snatching it from me.

“Liam!” he scolds him.

“It’s in here somewhere,” Liam mutters, pulling out an apron covered in blood.

He sniffs it and pulls a face. “I was wondering what that smell was!” Liam mutters, chucking the apron over his shoulder and rummaging around some more.

“Ah, found it!” he announces, holding up a bottle of lighter fluid.

He then turns to Trey, who is watching him, like Liam is a madman.

“Here ferret face fuck, hold my shit!” Liam says, dumping his apron and taking the knife from me and his pistol from Kyson. He loads up Trey’s arms, before removing his jacket.

“Genuine leather. Can’t ruin that,” Liam says, dumping it in Trey’s arms. Kyson growls as Liam skips like a kid to the back door. He gives a ninja cry, before kicking in the back door, and Kyson shakes his head.

“Can’t take this idiot anywhere.” he curses, stalking after Liam with the jerrycan in hand. Trey nods for me to follow him.

“Think that man needs a psych evaluation,” Trey mutters to me and nudges me with his elbow. I laugh, following Trey back out the front with the guards surrounding us.