Surrogate to the Beastly Alpha
When Cassius walked into the room, she flinched, shrinking away from the suffocating Alpha aura that filled the confined space.
"Alpha, please," Elder Thomas began, stepping forward. "This is highly unorthodox. The evidence was found in the breeder's room. Executing the maid will not absolve—"
"I did not ask for your counsel, Thomas," Cassius snarled, not even looking at the old man.
Cassius stopped right in front of Clara. He looked down at her, his eyes devoid of mercy. He was not the man who had sat in my room all night. He was the ruthless king of Thornwood, and he was hunting for blood.