Marked for Betrayal
But even broken, even fragmented, she moved with the grace I had spent years perfecting.
She still had the instinct to kill. She just didn’t know why.
I paused the video as Alpha Moore entered the frame, his movements precise and controlled, the power in his stride unmistakable. The wolves I sent didn’t stand a chance. Two were down in seconds. One would recover with scars, both physical and psychological.
I leaned back in the chair, steepling my fingers. The Alpha was exactly as I remembered—dangerous, predictable, prideful. His ability to lead made him a threat, but it was his ability to love that would destroy him.
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