The Alpha's Warlock
He only raised his voice a little, but his eyes flashed and he bared his fangs and he—gods, the crashing wave of alpha rage and pheromones, almost a tangible thing in the air, and it hit me like a blow to the face.
I reeled back, stumbling a step before I righted myself, my whole body going hot.
I was an alpha. The strongest. The best. A Castelli. Except that I’d always had the impenetrable armor of a prominent pack, an endless bank account, more credit cards, my father’s name and reputation.
And now I only had myself. No phone, no watch, no wallet. No one who’d take my call anyway.