THE ROGUE, THE ALPHA AND ME
Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines.
He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human.
Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes.
Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him.
“She’s attending the gala, Alpha.”
The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous.
“Elaina Rivers?”
“Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”
Bab Populer