Alpha Loren
She took a stumbling step back, her eyes filling with panic.
“Me, I presume,” a voice said from behind me.
I spun around. A tall man stood behind us with broad shoulders and despite the wrinkles around his piercing eyes, jet black hair.
“You’re shorter than I expected,” he said, taking a leisurely step forward, “You clearly didn’t inherit many of your father’s genes. You look nothing like him.”
I lifted the corner of my lip and narrowed my eyes.
“And how do you know my father?”
“It’s not him, Alpha,” Jess said quietly, “This is Elias. Cato’s cousin.”