No Scent, No Escape: The Alpha’s Fated Prey

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tless male Omega and snuck into the Northern Alpha's territo

d to death. I immediately posed as a detective to help him clear his name, plan

ed, the giant wolf dormant insi

dden every trace of my scent perfectly, turned out t

ell apart completely. I had walked st

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gravel, the sound a dull roar that ech

th light. It looked festive. It felt wrong. A knot

t was a political maneuver,

er to shoulder, to remind the south that our borders held firm and our loyalties ran deep. But I knew better than to mistake

r, a stark contrast to the stale air of the city I'd just left behind. I took a deep breath, adjusting the collar

eyes as sharp and unforgiving as a hawk's. He didn't move, didn't offer a hand

at, hard as the granite steps beneath his feet.

greeting. It

he silent, suffocating pressure of two Alphas occupying the same space. It

atter, clinking glasses, and the cloying mix of perfumes an

everyone. I bypassed the eager faces of my own pack members, the calcula

ily. And, of cou

ne flute held elegantly in her hand. She moved with the predat

ew to be manufactured. "It's been too long. I was beginning to

vonne. Welcome to Blackwood." The wo

eat filled the air. It was her brother, Xavier Sterling. His face was flushed, his

" he slurred, his words loud enough for those nearby

wly, deliberately, removed his hand from my arm. My movem

il leaning toward his companion, his brow furrowed with concern-he knew exa

tray balanced on one hand, his head tilted just

tion. Every gaze weighed whether this drunken outburst would be the

t's enough." She tried to pull hi

he turned his full attention back to me. "What's the matter? The g

very eye in the room was on us. I could

er, Matriarch Eleonora, a flicker of malicious

of my head to the guards standing near the doorway. My voice was quiet, but it cut through the si

flanked Xavier, their presence overwhelming. He started to struggle, to curse, but his drunken protests were

mixture of crimson and white, humiliation warring with anger. "Control your brother," I said,

, and moved through the crowd. The sea of bodies parted before me.

was grim. He knew me too well. He followed me inside, closing the heavy oak door behind

was cross to the bar and pour a heavy measure of whiskey into a crystal tumbler. The amber l

his voice low. "Are y

g to my marriage int

e sprawling territory of my pack. The moon was rising, casting long

" I said, my voice devoid o

et her. You don't know what she looks like, what she believes in,

ss laugh escaping my lips. "Love is a li

from nothing, and she controls more capital than three northern packs combined. We need the trade routes her family commands through the southern ports. We

believed that binding the great packs together was the only way to keep our people safe from t

from the window, my gaze meeting his in the dim light of the study.

h. "I'm marrying an alliance. The woman is incidental. Her name, her family

door. It flew open without permission, a guard stumbling in, his face ashen, his eyes wide wi

ir Xavier Sterling. In the guest roo