Alpha Bratva
And I hated just how natural command looked on him, and how much I understood why they obeyed.
My hand found a spine I had not meant to touch. The Lunar Trials: Forgotten Queens of the Northern Packs. I read the title twice before my fingers closed around the book. Forgotten queens. The word lodged in my throat like a promise.
The cover was heavy, dark blue leather, silver faded to pewter. When I opened it the scent of old paper rose up, dust and ink and something older. I found myself getting lost as I stared at the page for a second, and it was then that I genuinely forgot that I was in the Alpha’s office at all.