THE ALPHA who was meant to kill me
Juliana Rosewoodmarked by the lycan princerejected by the alpha, claimed by the lycan kingmarked by scars, claimed by the lycanthe mark of the werewolf
I put off the car’s engine and snagged the car door open, stepping out and letting them feel my full presence before I even took a single step toward them.
Stupid rogues.
I could smell their fear, thick and cloying, the scent of adrenaline and wet asphalt. The one with the knife raised it, his hand trembling slightly.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said, my voice low, vibrating with authority, pushing the Alpha aura towards them.
“Fuck. Let’s go, Dan,” the other muttered, shoving him back. They turned and fled, the echo of their hurried footsteps swallowed by the night.
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