The Alpha’s chosen one
Dwayne had lasted there longer than most, but not for much longer, I had thought.
The plan was forming when the sudden slam of my study door jolted me from my thoughts.
Connor burst inside, breathless, eyes wide with something close to panic. His hair clung to his forehead with sweat, and his hands twitched at his sides.
“My lord,” he gasped, his chest heaving. “We have trouble.”
I set the glass down carefully, the motion deliberate, my face betraying none of the unease coiling low in my gut. “What is it?” I asked, my voice calm enough to sound almost bored.
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