Intro 1 Malachi, the alpha of a pack whose reputation expanded across the Earth as cruel, ruthless, and violent beyond belief. He was young, barely twenty-six years old and it was time for him to find a mate. He'd put it off for a long time because he was working on building his reputation and his pack to the ruthless beasts they were. Like most werewolves, he was tall, muscular, and brooding. Insanely attractive and the alphas had God-like energy they released that only matched their God-like looks. He had lightly sun-kissed skin, a strong jawline, short black hair that seemed perfectly messy, and the brightest, most intense yellow eyes there ever was. He had a tattoo on his right hand that went up the sleeve of his black button-up shirt that peaked out the collar of his shirt on his neck. He wasn't scared of much, in fact, he couldn't think of anything that scared him other than finding a mate. He and his pack though weren't massive, they had strength, skill, and brutality
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