Amity's POV
She was halfway up the marble staircase, the long hallway ahead of her lined with portraits of past pack leaders—none of whom mattered in that moment.
Because the second her foot hit the landing, she felt it.
A shift in the border.
Four.
No—eight.
Her body went still.
It wasn't fear. It was something deeper. Older. Like gravity being rewritten.
"Alpha, four guests just entered the perimeter," came a voice in her head, urgent and crisp. "They're accompanied by their second-in-commands and one additional companion. Permission was granted by border guards—temporary entry. Identified: Coral Edmin, Onyx Windmir, Clot Demis, and Ashen Dragonil. Coral's injured. Magical backlash. Cursed. Possibly severe."
The words echoed with the weight of telepathy. Through the pack link, everything sounded like more than just words. It was felt. Like a chord plucked on her spine.
And as the names registered, everything inside her detonated.
Not because they were guests.
But because they were hers.
She didn't even have time to process it. Her chest ignited, heart racing like it was trying to punch its way out of her ribs. Her vision flared red.
And then—teleportation.
The hallway twisted, space crumpling around her like paper folding in on itself.
She landed on grass, boots slamming into the earth hard enough to crack stone.
Energy rippled from her arrival, warping the air around her like lightning had just struck.
The guards flinched back, instinctively giving her space. They knew better than to get between an Alpha and this.
Because the moment she appeared, the world snapped.
Four matching threads shot through her like fire in her veins—each one unique, beautiful, and unmistakable.
A bond. Mate bonds.
They'd just ignited.
She gasped—lungs locking in place.
Everything shimmered. Her surroundings, the wind, the magic in the air—it all bent around them.
Her mates.
Coral Edmin. Her white-blonde hair was tangled with blood, her arm pressed to her chest. The vibrant blue of her eyes was dulled, her magic flickering faintly like a candle in the rain.
Onyx Windmir. Ice-cold eyes, sharper than daggers, met hers for the first time. His aura was calm, unnervingly so, but his fangs had dropped instinctively at the bond.
Ashen Dragonil. Towering. Regal. Fire rippled beneath his skin like it was waiting for release. His violet eyes glowed, and for a split second, his dragon flared in recognition—responding to hers.
Clot Demis. Shadows clung to him like they were his birthright. His obsidian eyes locked onto hers, and a slow, dangerous smile curled his lips. "Well, fuck me," he murmured. "We found her."
But none of them realized who she was.
Not yet.
To them, she was just the girl they'd all felt snap into place the moment they passed through the barrier. The one whose scent now called to each of them. The one who made their magic sing in ways it never had before.
And to them? They didn't even know each other was involved—until now.
Clot's smirk faltered when Onyx instinctively stepped closer to Amity, his hand twitching. "You feel that too?" he said, eyes narrowing.
Ashen blinked, then turned sharply toward Coral, whose expression had gone pale.
"You've got to be kidding me," Coral whispered. "All of you?"
"Don't look at me," Onyx growled. "I didn't know till now."
"Same," Ashen muttered.
"Same here, babes." Clot's grin came back twice as wicked. "Guess we're all fated to be one big, happy, explosively powerful family."
Amity didn't speak.
Because her insides were imploding.
Her vampire was practically vibrating with lust. "Oh goddess," Elen groaned. "So much power. Can we keep them? Can we bite them? Please?"
Her dragon, Althea, was purring—loudly. "Mine. Mine. Mine. I want to curl around Ashen like a nest. We can burn together."
Demetria, her demon, was almost panting. "Clot's tongue. I just know he's dangerous. Let me ride him into the apocalypse—"
Flea, her witch, was cackling wildly. "Coral! That magic! Even wounded, she shines. Kiss her. Heal her. Lick the blood off her lip."
Arc, her wolf, simply growled one word. MINE.
Amity nearly moaned aloud. Her knees shook. Her vision flickered.
But then—she smelled it.
Blood.
And the spell shattered.
Her instincts surged, Alpha mode overriding all else.
She darted forward without hesitation, dropping to her knees beside Coral.
Coral's head lolled slightly, but her lips curled into the faintest smile. "Hi…"
"Don't move," Amity ordered, pressing glowing hands to the cursed arm. Her magic pulsed, flaring with gold-red light. "I've got you. I'm here."
Clot and Ashen had both crouched close, protective but unsure. Onyx remained standing behind them, eyes scanning the perimeter, clearly trying to calculate her.
They still didn't know.
Didn't know she was Alpha of the Blue Angels.
I didn't know she was the strongest Alpha alive.
Didn't know she could level the land beneath them if she wanted to.
But they would.
And soon.
Her hands glowed, heat radiating off her palms in rhythmic pulses as her magic sank into Coral's skin. The curse clinging to her arm snarled—resisting—but it had no chance. Not with Amity. Not with an Alpha of her caliber.
As her power flooded the wound, the vines of dark magic hissed, recoiled, and finally began to dissolve.
Coral's breath caught. Her hand instinctively grasped Amity's wrist, fingers trembling. "You're warm," she murmured, her voice raspy.
Amity blinked. "That's the healing."
Coral tilted her head just slightly, blue eyes studying her. "No… you're warm. You feel like home."
Amity's throat tightened.
That softness.
That fragility in Coral's tone—despite everything—hit something deep in her. And suddenly, Amity couldn't look away. Couldn't breathe.
A strand of Coral's blood-soaked hair clung to her cheek. Without thinking, Amity reached out and gently tucked it behind her ear.
Their fingers brushed.A tiny jolt passed between them.Mate bond.
From behind her, Clot groaned dramatically. "If you don't kiss her right now, I'm going to throw myself into traffic."
Ashen snorted. "You would."
"I mean it," Clot said, tossing his arms. "There's too much sexual tension in the air, and I am starving."
"Back off," Onyx said, voice low, dangerous. His eyes were fixed on Amity now. "She's… something else."
Amity's back tensed.
She could feel it.
Their confusion. Their curiosity. Their instincts screamed at them that she wasn't just some girl at the border.
They still didn't know. Not yet.
But they would.
Soon.
Amity focused back on Coral, who gave her a faint smile as the magic wound stitched itself closed.
"Thank you," Coral whispered.
"You don't need to thank me," Amity murmured, her hand lingering just a second too long. "You're mine."
That one word—mine—hung between them like lightning waiting to strike.
And behind her?
Every. One. Of. Them. Heard it.
Clot let out a low whistle.
Onyx's jaw visibly clenched.
Ashen's dragon stirred so loudly even the guards shifted uncomfortably.
"Okay," Coral breathed, clearly flustered now. "You… you said that like it's a fact."
"It is," Amity said simply, her voice soft but unshakable.
Then she stood.
The moment she did, the guards dropped their gazes. One even bowed without realizing it.
That's when Clot's eyes narrowed.
Onyx's posture stiffened.
And Ashen's eyes followed the guards' behavior like a predator sniffing out a lie.
"You're not just a healer, are you?" Ashen asked quietly.
"No," Amity replied, straightening to her full height.
"I've seen guards cower before," Onyx said, "but only in front of royalty. Or…"
"Alphas," Clot finished, slowly stepping forward. "Wait a second. You're not—?"
Amity's eyes flared crimson, her hair flickering with that telltale iridescent shimmer—changing colors in waves.
"Amity Nervy Lucid," she said calmly. "Alpha of the Blue Angels."
Everything went dead silent.
Ashen's breath caught.
Clot muttered, "Holy shit."
Coral's eyes widened. "You're… her?"
Even Onyx looked shaken, which was saying something.
Then came a beat of stunned silence.
Followed by Clot grinning like he'd just found out he'd inherited a castle full of wine and sin.
"Well then," he drawled. "This just got a hell of a lot more interesting."