The Alphas Hunt
Gabe poured a drink from the bar, one for him and one for me.
“No thank you, I'm good,”
His eyes took in mine in a tense glare and he pushed the glass into my hand.
“Trust me, you’re going to wanna drink it,”
His eyes were cold and calculating, he was already working on his monologue in his mind and it looked like it pained him to share it so I took the drink and ignored the creeping fear.
“You know about Ophelia, yes?”
“Darian’s wife, the former queen. Of course, I do,” it’s Valerian history, much more interesting than Lycan history.