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PROLOGUE:
"The Rogue Alpha has taken over more than half of the packs. He alone owns more land and leads more warriors than we and our allies combined." My father slumps in the chair as a loud, frustrated groan leaves his lips.
When I took over the pack, I was sure he'd get the rest he deserved, but I was wrong. The grey has replaced his once brown hair, and the laugh lines around his eyes have turned into waves of wrinkles. He has lost so much weight that I almost don't recognise my own father now that he is no longer a massive wall of muscle.
I reach for the whiskey bottle and fill his glass, "There are two kinds of wolves, father, those who lead and those who follow. I come from a long line of Alphas; what makes him think I'd ever follow another Alpha? A rogue at that. We will keep fighting."
I wish my words could reassure him, but not even I believe them. That man, whoever he is, has been causing trouble for some time, but in the last three months, he has managed to build an army and take over pack after pack.
Every pack falls at his feet, no matter how great their fighting spirit might be. It's like he's an actual God everyone worships as soon as they face him. I still think of him as a criminal who is too greedy to stop grabbing whatever is within his reach. One might think he'd stop by now, but he hasn't stopped yet, and I'm sure he won't stop until he rules over everyone like a mad King.
"Son, if you want to save the pack, we have to admit defeat. Unless we comply with his demands..." I hand my father the glass just as he gulps and averts his eyes. Following his lead, I sit down and wait for him to speak again. "I'm afraid many, if not all, will fall."
I stare at the painting on my office wall. It's one of my father, mother, and me. That's exactly why I should keep fighting- so many families rely on me and my decisions. "From what I've heard, I'm almost certain his ego will kill him."
"A man can dream." Father chuckles and brings the glass to his lips.
Groaning, I get back up and walk to the window. If I don't address the elephant in the room, we'll lose ourselves in the comfort the silence might offer. "When will he come?"
"In two days."
Two days isn't enough to prepare weapons and our army. We need at least four days, ideally five.
Besides, I should think of a defence plan, especially for those who can't fight. I can't help but grow frustrated. All this information falls on me like an unexpected blizzard.
How can I make the right decision, do the right thing if I don't have enough time to think about the possibilities and risks?
After a moment of silence, I give in, "And what does this change for our pack? For you? And for me?"
"Everything; it changes everything, but we must embrace it if we want to save our people. I'm not sure what his plan is for me, but for you..." He cuts himself off.
I turn around to look at him. I've never seen him so anxious, so worried and... Afraid? I walk back to him, sit down and place my hand on his shoulder. "Father?"
A single tear escapes his eye as he looks down at his feet. "I can't keep this from you. The negotiations, I lied about those. He's not coming here to discuss anything. He's coming here to get married."
Holy crap, he's been hiding something like that? And why? Why would he agree to something like that without asking me? I'm the goddamn Alpha of this pack; I can make decisions for everyone. I've never let them down before, and I don't plan to change that.
"Marry who? With all due respect, have you lost your mind, father? Didn't you think about discussing that with me before agreeing to such an outrageous deal? No, I can't approve of that. No woman in my pack will marry that monster!" I raise my voice, angered by the sudden news.
"He won't marry a woman," Father whispers.
Well, that doesn't make any damn sense now! "Who's the fucking bride?" I run my fingers through my hair and return my gaze to the painting. We do this for families, for kids and mothers. Darn, remember who you are fighting for, don't give in! It's worth it. We can do it! We have to do this!
"You are."
Alpha Hades"Did you have a look around here yet?" My Beta, Damon, asks as he makes his way into the cabin we share for the time being.I open one eye and cover my face, groaning in pain. We arrived a week ago to participate in the first round of negotiations with the old Alpha, and I haven't left the cabin since.My ribs ache, and I still have to change the bandages over one of my shoulders. Fortunately, the old Alpha didn't notice how badly injured I am. The old fart wouldn't hesitate to send out his assassins and finish the job Duke couldn't.Damon jumps into my bed, and I instantly hiss. "Holy shit, you couldn't be less gentle, could you? As for your question, I'm pretty sure it's clear I haven
ZenoI'm ready. I think.The big day is here, the milestone for the whole pack and my father: for everyone but me. Today, I'll be trapped in a loveless marriage with another man.Not that I've ever thought about marrying a man, but the thought of my partner's gender doesn't bother me as much as the thought of who I'm marrying.In our society, it's relatively common for same-sex partners to tie the knot. What isn't so common is getting married to a soulless, heartless killer who wanted to slaughter your entire pack unless you agreed to marry him.At the end of the day, my odds were between this man and a possible war, so I had to choose the least d
Alpha Hades We chose to stand behind the gathering crowd. I don't want to let anyone know who I am until the time is right. Damon stands next to me and watches as the wolves arrive to take their places.He nudges me and leans closer, "Are you sure this is the right thing to do? We discussed the deal, and you never told the old Alpha you would think on the day of the ceremony. The Rogue Alpha signed the papers, my friend; we can't back out of this without losing our honour."I scan the crowd once more and let a low groan pass my lips. I don't see the old fool among the guests nor the young Alpha. Have they decided to blow the deal before I've fully made up my mind?Damon
Zeno "My name is Nero Hades, and you, Alpha, look like you're mine."His words echo in my mind again and again. The longer I look at him, the more I feel like my head is spinning. Especially with the tone in which he said the word "mine". He said it so loudly and with so much emphasis that I'm sure even our neighbours heard him.Even though we're literally in the spotlight, and I'm sure my pack members don't want to miss out on the drama, his men slowly lead everyone to their seats.Never, not in a million years, did I think I'd be thankful for the Rogue Alpha's men around me.Wait, he can't be the Rogue Alpha now that we
Alpha HadesAh, if only I could put his facial expression in words. The best comparison I can think of to how the Old Alpha Silver looks now is a child who had a chance to grab and taste a lemon for the first time in his life.Someone's not happy about giving his son away. No one asked him for such a deal; it was his idea, not mine.Yet now, while his pretty little son stands in front of me and I hold his hands, the old bastard keeps throwing me death stares.I wonder how he'll react when he finds out I'm taking his precious son away from this territory. Arranged marriage or not, I can't let anyone put my almost-husband in danger.I grin at the older Silver when Zeno, I believe th
ZenoI should listen to my father; every part of me almost cries out that I should. But I can't.An adult Alpha wouldn't allow a friend, or a pack member, to support his weight unless something was seriously wrong with him. I won't mention it; I'm sure Nero has a reason to hide his possible injuries.Fake marriage or not, the man in front of me is my husband, and I promised to stay by his side for better or worse, and that's exactly what I intend to do.This whole spectacle wasn't my idea, it was my father's, and he should know that I'm supposed to stand by my husband's side so that everyone believes we have feelings for each other.Isn't deciding for me whom
Alpha HadesThank the Goddess, I didn't have to chase my bratty wife around the damn pack.It's amusing how I understand that my spouse is a man and I should call him my husband, but I can't restrain myself from thinking of Zeno as my wife, let alone addressing him by anything other than that.But to be fair, I didn't expect him to be like this.When old Silver Alpha came up with the deal, I was sure I was getting involved with a spoiled brat, but Zeno proved to be anything but that.Yes, he's a bit bratty, but that's something I can put aside as an Alpha trait- the constant need to defy everyone and prove his superiority.
Zeno"Damon, you have thirty seconds to close that door," Nero growls, his eyes still fixed on my face.Here I was, thinking Nero's friend saved my ass, but it seems my husband won't let anyone free me from his grip.I gulp and try to get off him, but Nero growls even louder and tightens his hold on me.The friend, Damon, doesn't move from the spot. I glance at him, hoping I look as desperate for help as ever, which I probably do because his gaze holds pity. Great, even one of Nero's men pities my position. I can't drop any lower than that."Five," Nero snarls, turning his attention to Damon.