Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas
Yet I sit here, elbows on my knees, staring at the screen like I’m trying to figure out what the hell she is.
Dagen returned, human again, shirtless and bruised from his fight with both Veyra and the cat. He’s silent, leaning against the far wall with that same brooding scowl that he always wears after a shift. Rael is nursing his drink like this is some casual broadcast. Maddox is still lounging back too entertained for his own good.
She stumbles again, and I feel my wolf react, too fast, too tense, and my jaw tightens.
“She’s slowing,” I mutter.