Fated To The Alpha, Stolen By His Brother

Triple lightning tore across the sky in succession, each bolt brighter and angrier than the last. The thunder came in rolling waves that shook the ground and vibrated up through Nova’s shoes into her chest. It was getting worse. The storm had been building all night and whatever was feeding it was accelerating.

The Thunderfang section was surging at the same time. Both brothers’ suits were glowing so bright that the wolves around them had created a perimeter of personal space that was less a choice and more a survival instinct.

Maverick looked straight ahead, his chin now resting on Nova’s head and his arms still locked around her, not sparing the Thunderfang section a glance.

The head elder cleared his throat.

”Celeste Starborne, Princess of the Starborne pack, silver flame, is matched with Alpha Maverick Emberclaw of the Emberclaw pack.”

The clearing went dead quiet, and not the good kind. Eyes ping-ponged from Maverick Emberclaw currently wrapped around a glowing slave and not even looking in Celeste Starborne’s direction, to Celeste Starborne whose eyes were glued on Landon Thunderfang, to Landon Thunderfang, who was staring at the glowing slave against Maverick’s chest like he had just been robbed and was about to make it everyone’s problem.

”What?” someone in the Wavecrest section said, loud enough to represent the entire clearing’s confusion.