The Alpha's Miss Wrong
The small witch in the backseat giggled, Beta Collin’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as the car lurched forward with more speed, I snarled, “so does decapitation, your Queen’s choice, she can stop her fledglings and she better or I will take every one of them out.”
He blew out an exasperated breath, “Alpha Dominick, our scouts have eyes on you and your entourage, you may want to stop and shift, head in your dog form, oh and leave the little witch behind, she will only get in the way or become food as well, good luck Alpha,” he hung up.
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