Alpha Zephyr’s Rejected Mate
I held up my hairpin, ready to stab her palm, but Dane grabbed me violently.
“Get away from my mate! Are you trying to kill her?” he growled at me.
I yanked my hand away from him and pointed at Alexa. “This,” I raised my hairpin, showing it to the Alpha King and Luna Queen, “will turn black if it comes in contact with poison.”
Alexa stiffened.
Our eyes met, and I smirked. The pin made contact with her palm, and she cried out. What a dramatic queen.
Dane lunged at me again, but I quickly raised the pin and showed it to him. “See? No black,” I announced, showing everyone the pin, then tossed it toward Alexa. “What do you have to say about this?”