Her Alpha’s Chaos
Selene pales with each detail, but when I mention the flames, her eyes flare with something I’ve only seen once before: pure, concentrated hatred.
“Alpha Wynter,” she hisses. “Who is the witch you’ve been working with?”
Shadows rise around her, dark tendrils curling along her skin.
A knock at the door makes her snap her attention toward it. As Rion pulls it open, her shadows vanish. Clara steps in, startled by the child on the floor but she remains silent. She sets a tray on the coffee table in the corner, the only piece of wooden furniture still in one piece.
“Can I get you anything else, Alpha?”
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