Marked By My Enemy Alpha
“How quaint, that you still think in such small terms, Alpha. Territory is simply a line drawn by whoever’s strong enough to defend it today. Lines shift. They always have.”
“Who are you?” I demanded, unable to keep silent any longer. Some instinct told me this man’s identity mattered more than anything else unfolding in this clearing.
He turned his attention fully toward me for the first time. His eyes swept over me with an assessment that made my skin crawl...cold and clinical, like I was a puzzle piece he was slotting into some larger picture only he could see.
“The enemy’s daughter,” he said softly. “Yes. I’ve heard a great deal about you these past weeks. More, perhaps, than you’d be co