The Alpha's Regret
"You send pack warriors after her again, Ethan will kill you himself."
"I'm not sending pack warriors," Vivian sneered, stepping closer to her vanity table and pulling open a hidden velvet-lined drawer beneath the mirror. She pulled out a small, encrypted burner phone, turning it over in her fingers. "We don't need wolves bound by honor or territory treaties. We need monsters who only care about one thing."
Damon's eyes widened slightly as he recognized the insignia scratched onto the back of the phone. "The Bloodpelt crew? Vivian, are you insane? Those bastards are rogue mercenaries. They don't answer to any Alpha council. They slaughter women and children for sport."
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