The Alpha Daughter's Third Mate

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alace of the Kingdom of Celestia to attend the annual Alph

e of thirteen from all over the country come to participate. My mothe

most powerful and wise werewolf in the entire kingdom. Every wolf has heard of King Haydn's deeds o

ger fantasize about or chase after love. Recently, I've secretly pondered whether I should adopt

oms, my family and I gathe

umns adorned with exquisite wolf clan totems. The walls of the room a

gathered in the hall, awaiting

rivilege that we announce the arriva

figure entered the room, immediately cap

ence in any room he graces. His frame, well-proportioned and athletic, carries a weig

t hazel eyes are framed by long, dark eyelashes that accentuate their expressive nature. Above

of casual sophistication to his look. It frames his face in a way tha

n I had ever seen. Suddenly, it seemed like the king sensed my gaze and look

as caressing my forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips from afar. My face

inally shifted away, and I

ked at me like that. We hadn't

denly walk to the center of the hall and bow to the king, "Resp

e Barnett Morris of the Silver Wind Pack in the name of the Brown family's

seated grudge between them or their packs. Wayland's request to the king meant that from now on, our Red Moon Pack and Barn

dare to openly challenge him. Did they want to spark a war between the two packs? The kingdoms had enjoyed inte

hallenge?" The king's cold voice echoed in th

odthirsty smile, "we all know that casualties are normal in battle.

hesitation, "That's exactly what I want to s

rties, the king announced h

ge was abou

in the center of the arena, their muscles glistening with sweat under the harsh sunlight.

ence was extraordinary, and Wayland stood firmly on both feet, unmoved. He countered by grabbing Barnett's hand and tossing him to the ground. Barnett quick

o be friends, and they were familiar with each other's fi

lf and lunged at Wayland with lightning speed. There was a loud thud, and it seemed like I heard the sound of Wayland's bones cracking. However, before Barnett could celebrate, h

the scene became clearer, I saw Barnett'

platform in tears and gave my battered brother a big hug. Wayland sm

ispers rippled through the crowd, and his face turned even uglier. Defeat in front of so many alphas, a

an apology," Wayla

," Barnett gritted hi

ur head here?" Barnett's face reddened, and he couldn't accept losing to Wayland, let alone publicly apologizing to a

ith casual indifference. This time,

e again felt the familiar ga