The Alpha's Plump Mistake
“He thinks that because I was a servant in Silver Moon’s kitchen, I will kneel before the fear that his golden mask represents. But now my light feeds on your black steel. I will not dissolve anything. Those pups are my people, and this realm is my home. We do not negotiate with a wounded prince.”
“Then what is the law of the Empress?” I asked with a dangerous, faint smile, while my fingers traced the curve of her wide hips over the pelts.
Maya extended her right hand—the one that still bore the fresh wound from our blood pact—straight toward the mystical map floating on the dais. Upon contact with her silver light, the runes of the map changed frequency, sinking into the topographical layer