The Alpha's Proxy Bride
"We mixed ingredients based on old notes and desperate prayers. This is not medicine. This is an execution if we are wrong."
"Then we execute her," I hissed, my fists clenching until my nails bit into my palms. "Because doing nothing leaves her dead by morning anyway."
"We wait," Nathan said, his voice dropping into that infuriating, gentle tone elders used when they thought you were losing your mind. "Alpha Nixon sent riders to the border. We wait for a real witch. Someone with actual magic."
"And if the witch arrives to find a cold body?" I stepped around Alice, my boots squeaking against the floor. "What then, Nathan?"