Arabella’s POV

I used to hear stories about the Calypso Pack when I was young, about their beautiful territories in the far east and the unrivaled power with which they dominate the continent. From the time I was a little girl, strength has always been synonymous with their pack, and even as Gabriel grew the Nova pack to new heights, the Durands’ have never come close to challenging Blaise Denizen’s empire.

Everyone thought I loved Bastien much, but actually I never loved him. How would I love the man that caused my brother’s death? | just always pretended to love him, in order to achieve my revenge. After Bastien married the halfling, I traveled for a long time, always planning on getting to the Calypso territory and its capital, Tartarus, eventually. At the time I thought succeeding on like I could somehow make Bastien pay for Flynn’s death by living my best life.

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What utter nonsense.

A few years of wasted efforts courting other Alphas proved that much, and just when I was getting ready to travel to the Calypso territory to stage a last ditch effort, the news of the rejection spread.

In hindsight, I probably should have ignored the rejection and come to Tartatus anyway. After all, at this point all my best laid plans have fallen to pieces. It seems no matter what I do, something is always going to go wrong.

But I’m no weakling, I’m not just going to throw in the towel and give up.

I chose the wrong ally against Bastien; one who was unwilling to go to any lengths necessary in order to achieve our goal. Somehow I don’t think that’s going to be a problem here.

Blaise Denizen won’t have any problem getting one feeble halfling out of the way, and he certainly won’ t hesitate to challenge Bastien for the Nova territories when the time comes.

The only challenge now is getting on his good side, convincing him to join – or at least champion – my

cause.

It shouldn’t be too hard. With the exception of Bastien, I’ve never met a man I could not fool into doing my bidding. This will be no different.

As far as I’m concerned, Selene’s days are numbered.

Selene’s POV

harm then doing the same to Lila. He sends me a signaling nod, asking if I’m alright in the unspoken language we’ve developed over

trying not to blush, and he

carried everywhere, wriggles out of my arms to toddle across the room, her plump arms outstretched as

kneels down, mimicking her movement so she can run straight into his hug.

white knuckled fists glued at his sides. His hands are shaking with the effort of restraining himself, his wolf clearly close to the surface as he

be to sepa rate bila and Drake. However I have the sneaking suspicion that if I

I speak the words as calmly as I can, “Bastien wants to talk to

The Eros Alpha agrees,

of her.” Bastien

to my arms. “Selene and Lila can go back to their

look for them there, not to mention my lovely mate doesn’t need any more

be the only one. I’d hoped Drake would automatically take my side no matter what, but his concerned expression and solemn words indicate otherwise. “Who knows

is responsible for these,” Bastien grumbles impatiently, taking a small stack of papers from Donovan and dropping them

a stab of guilt. It seems like all I’m ever doing these days is sweeping her out of rooms so she can’t overhear

admits once the pup is out of range. “Aren’t you responsible

Bastien answers, sending shockwaves through my

he mean no? I

separate stack. “We’re responsible for these.” Bastien clarifies, tossing the other papers beside the first. “My men have been scouring

you talking about?” | demand, stepping forward. “Some

it here before Elysium.” “And you can bet that if someone called one line, they called the

collect the reward if you don’t know who they are?” Drake presses, frustration clear in his

is placed from a

let me see if I have this straight.” Drake begins, circling his desk with determined patience. “You have no idea

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