Page 107 of The Alpha Under My Bed

A night of initiation.

A night of power.

A night to prove what we already know.

You were always meant to be one of us.

Welcome to The Chosen.

My jaw flexed,fingers curling around the edges of the paper.

The Chosen.

I had heard whispers of them before. A brotherhood. A network. A gathering of alphas, omegas, and betas who had turned their backs on the chains of fate.

Not rogues. Not exiles.

A fucking order.

Ellie shifted in her chair, stretching her legs, her foot brushing against the thick rug. The faint sound pulled my gaze to her—to the reason I had done all of it.

She had no idea what I had destroyed to get her here.

No idea that by rejecting my scent match, by carving my own path in blood and bone, I had unknowingly followed their creed to the letter.

And they had noticed.

A slow, dark chuckle rumbled in my chest as I folded the letter, tapping the edge against my palm.

They thought I needed their validation. Their fucking approval.

I didn’t.

But I’d go.

Not because I wanted to be one of them.

Because they already knew my name.

And now?

They were going to learn what the fuck that meant.

Epilogue 2

MALCOLM

The air was thick—humidwith the weight of breath, heat, and power. Smoke curled through the room, mingling with the sharp bite of expensive colognes, the metallic tang of blood, and the unmistakable tension of every eye fixed on us.

A stage. A trial. A reckoning.

And I had already won.

Ellie knelt at my feet, draped in crimson silk, her body soft, pliant from the hours I’d spent wrecking her before we arrived. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating the slight swell of her stomach—the unmistakable sign of my child growing inside her.

The imprint of my bite sat on her throat, deep and permanent, a brand that said what needed no words. A warning to anyone who dared look too closely. She wasn’t just mine—she had been claimed in full, bonded to me so tightly that no force on earth could ever break it.

And yet, they still wanted me.

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