Bought by the Feral Billionaire
She halted at the edge of the raised platform, peering straight up at the three elderly elders on their thrones.
Under the flickering glare of the iron torches her pupils expanded to their fullest extent, and her eyes flared into a blinding, brilliant, irrefutable alien amber, so bright that a faint golden glow was thrown over her porcelain face.
The low growls throughout the room vanished immediately, replaced by a startled, collective gasp from the elders.
“Broken lineages, Elder Sharon,” Clara replied, voice lowering into a smooth, authoritative velvet tone that had the unmistakable vibration of a high-ranking alpha. “You speak of stray dogs from the human streets. But you cannot see the