My Sister Stole My Husband, Now Two Alpha Wants Me
Slowly, agonizingly, I turned around.
Alpha Killian emerged from the shadows near the grand marble fireplace, utterly drenched in thick, dark blood. It soaked his crisp white dress shirt, turning the expensive fabric into a vivid, ruined crimson, and smeared across his sharp jawline like war paint. He walked with a slight, deliberate limp, making his way over to one of the plush leather sofas before sinking heavily into the cushions.