Throne of Wolves
The sudden slam of a door sent Bryan into protective mode, chair skidding back as he stood, eyes narrowed, muscles tense.
Andrew burst in, hair disheveled, panic evident in his face.
“Alpha,” he started, struggling to catch his breath.
“What’s going on?” Bryan demanded, eyes fixed on him.
“We caught rogues near our borders,” Andrew said, gaze shifting to mine.
Bryan growled darkly, frustration coiling in his voice.
“Bryan,” Andrew continued warily, “one of the rogues… is my mate.”
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