Alpha Reid
“What do you know about her?”
I blow out a breath, shaking my head. “Just her name. Serena Harper.”
Brock furrows his brow. “Harper… why does that sound familiar?”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Does it?” I feel a flicker of hope, realizing that I, too, have been pretty damn suspicious of Serena since meeting her. But if Brock recognizes her name, maybe her story is legitimate after all…
“Pretty sure I knew a Brendan Harper back in Wyoming,” Brock growls, taking a sip of his coffee. He swallows it down before continuing. “He was about my age. Moved up to Alpha of his pack right around the time I was leaving.”