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My new home will be my prison. It doesn’t matter if they lock me up or give me a place to stay. I’ll be trapped there, separated from my true pack and my true mate.

There’s no way to prepare for that.

I go back to the lounge just as Everett moves away from the window.

The look of grim determination on his face is harsher than it was.

I know before he heads out, before I get to the window, they’re here.

Chapter Seventy

Everett

Ialmostsensethembefore I see them. The Alpha and his two Betas come into view walking into the street after my gaze is drawn to that side. I move away from the window, locking eyes with Oscar on my way out of the room. I make the silent promise that I won’t let them take him.

He’s my Omega, my friend and my brother.

I said I’d always protect him the day I marked him.

Maybe I failed when I didn’t find a way to help him with his blackouts, but that doesn’t mean I get to give up. I’ll never give up on that promise. I’ll always protect him.

I leave the house, intent on starting a fight.

The Alpha stops outside the gates when he sees me coming.

He wears a smirk that gets bigger as I get closer.

The prick thinks he’s already won.

“The witch isn’t here yet,” Liam says, looking me over as if he’s judging me.

“I don’t care. You don’t get to steal my Omega.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Steal? He killed one of our women. We’re simply taking him as payment for his crime.”

“You’re not taking him,” I growl.

He laughs. “You can’t legally keep him from me.”

“I challenge your right to own a pack.”

His smirk drops. His eyes narrow. His Betas look at each other.

“You should have let me take him,” he says. “Now, I get to take your entire pack.”

“You can try, but I won’t let you.”

I move closer, ready to get this started. He does the same. My wolf pushes closer to the surface, triggering a partial shift that brings out my fangs and claws. He shows his fangs, snarling back at me when I growl at him. I’m ready to lunge. He’s about to do the same.

We’re stopped by an invisible force that pushes us apart instantly and drops us on our asses.

“What. Is. This?” Mabel asks, raising an eyebrow at me, and turning that same look on him.

“He’s not fit to be an Alpha. I challenged him for control of his pack.”

She sighs. “No challenges can be extended or accepted until I’m done here, and any fight can only be entered into after a twenty-four-hour cooling off period. Any winnings you expect to collect will be stripped away by the Council of Witches if you try to fight and claim them before twenty-four-hours have elapsed. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I growl out, not liking her stipulation one little bit.

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