Claimed By The Alpha Biker
"He has your cousin, the one that needs to be gotten rid of for you to be the rightful alpha. The enemy of your enemy is your friend, after all."
The alpha’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. His heart pounded in his chest. "Who exactly are you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
The man looked at him fully now, his gaze piercing, as if seeing straight through him. "I go by a few names," he said, his voice smooth, almost soothing. "But you can call me Felix."