The Fated Alpha Queen
Alexander says, stating the obvious.
“You don’t say,” I deadpan.
“Lock his legs in another cell please, Allan,” he requests.
“What’s your name?” He asks the vampire.
“Crawl back to the shadows you came from. The King will reward me,” the vampire spits.
Alexander kneels in front of the vampire and stares into his eyes, “I Benedict Alexander White, command you to tell me your name, before I start hacking off more body parts, inch by inch,” he threatens.
“My name is Archer,” the vampire tells him with a defeated look on his face.
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