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I couldn’t explain the feeling that came over me when I first saw Ravyn on that stage. It was like the universe suddenly made sense. I lived through all that shit with Brady and ALPHA just so I could one day get to meet her.

She is my consolation prize. Someone somewhere has finally blessed me.

Not that I deserve to be blessed. I’m a monster; I don’t deserve any ounce of happiness. But I’m sure as hell going to hold on to it when I find it.

It appears I found myself a rare gem indeed, and I swear I will tear apart anyone who tries to take her away from me.

Buttercup looks so peaceful. She truly is vulnerable, yet she doesn’t want the world to know it. Yet I can see through her shield. She puts up the snarky front so that it will hurt less when the world does her dirty, and I wonder how it has worked out for her so far.

I put up my own icy façade so that it will hurt less too, but I feel as if I am losing a bit of myself every day.

I was once a happy kid. That sweet little boy died the day he was kidnapped and taken from his family.

Someone knocks at the door, and I pick up on Ted’s sharp diesel.

“Boss, I just got a call. The head of the Wolverine Pack wants to discuss a peace treaty.”

I roll my eyes. Peace treaty, my ass. Those bastards have been after our turf for years.

This city is our territory, and everyone knows it. If they want it, then they will have to kill us first.

They’re not our only enemies. A large number of packs would love to see our heads on a pike, and it’s about time I put them all in their place.

Time to get to work.

There’s never a dull moment when you’re the head of the Whitefang Pack.

Carefully, I lift Buttercup as I nestle her down onto the bed, gazing at her for a few moments.

The lead is still fastened around her neck, and I heave a sigh. It’s not that I meant to take away her freedom... I just wanted to get her away from that strip club.

I knew the only way that I could keep her safe was if I bought her. It’s shit, but I had no other choice.

She would not survive in this city alone.

I shake the thought away and approach the door. Ted is all business as usual when I greet him in the hall, yet there’s no missing the flare of his nostrils as he picks up on the omega’s cinnamon.

He can’t fool me. I saw it the moment he laid eyes on her; he is taken with the omega.

He has always been there for me, and I would gladly lay down my life if it so much as saved his skin. Just like he has done for me every day since my dad hired him as my bodyguard.

“The Wolverine Pack, you say? How interesting.”

Very interesting indeed, considering we killed one of their men just six weeks ago, and I’m glad Fionn and Hiroshi gave that guy what he deserved.

He trashed my dad’s grave in order to get to me, and that’s not cool. When we were done with him, we sent his foot back to the Wolverine’s estate as a message: you don’t fuck with the Whitefang Pack or their dead relatives.

My father had never been a Whitefang. He was Fitzgerald, but he was still my family.

Ted comes back to his senses, putting on his mask again as he pretends as if the omega’s scent doesn’t affect him.

“Eight. They want us to meet them at eight o'clock at Romano’s.”

Fuck. My favorite restaurant. Their pizzas are to die for. Romano’s grandson runs the place now, but really, he works for me.

After I paid for his grandfather’s funeral last summer, the kid owes me. But since his grandfather was an old friend, I have decided to let him off. For now.

“Fine. Make some arrangements. First, we have some shopping to do.”


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