The Broken Alpha
Ithia knocked him with her elbow.
“It appears that I am at a disadvantage,” said Elijah, digging his nails into the desk until it hurt. “You both know who I am, but I am afraid I cannot place either of you,” he lied. He wanted to hear it from her, wanted to prolong his ignorance as long as possible.
“Forgive me, Alpha Elijah.” The man ducked his head. “You know my daughter, not I.”
It hit him like a bolt of lightning. The olive skin, the golden-brown eyes. “Maveln? Maveln Cole?”