The Alpha’s Blessed Mate
Knox says as he motions to the leather chair beside Bennet.
I press the door closed and slump down into the chair, not bothering to make eye contact with either of them anymore.
“Well, I’ll let you handle…whatever it is you have going on there, Knox, and I’ll let you know if my guys turn up anymore on the rogues,” the voice on the phone says.
“Thanks, Bria,” Knox says curtly as he ends the call.
“So Thea,” Knox says, his tone soft and gentle, like he talks to me when we are alone. “Alpha Queen Bria let us know that your brother’s mate was killed last night.”