Fated To 3 Dangerous Alphas
Valerius thrashing wildly against his silver chains, his eyes wide with pure terror.
"No! Please! Alpha Malakai!" Valerius screamed, his voice cracking. "I served your father for thirty years! I built this pack's defenses!"
"You tried to frame an innocent woman," Malakai said coldly, stepping down from the dais. "You ordered thirty silver lashes on my Consort. And when your lies were exposed, you attempted to sell this territory to the High Imperial Council."
Malakai unsheathed a silver ceremonial dagger. He sliced his own palm, letting three dark drops of Alpha blood fall onto the center of the obsidian stone. The stone absorbed the blood, glowing with a faint, deep red light.