Fated To 3 Dangerous Alphas
The guard’s frantic shout echoed off the high stone archways of the private bedchamber, shattering the heavy, suffocating silence that had settled after Malakai’s bite.
Malakai stood up slowly, his tall, muscular frame rigid with absolute rage. A single drop of my golden Solis blood still glistened on his lower lip, glowing faintly before it dissolved into his skin. His storm-gray eyes bled into an ink-black void as his inner wolf, Fenris, pushed to the surface, hungry for blood.
"Who intercepted it?" Kieran demanded, stepping past the edge of the bed. His icy blue eyes were cold as glaciers, all trace of gentle affection instantly vanishing behind his calculating spymaster mask.