The Alpha’s Bastard Bride
Maria stammers, her face turning as white as ice.
"Stop trembling, girl," I chuckle, my voice turning totally cold. "You look way better when your mouth is smiling."
"I am delivering the white wolf liquor for the Alpha!" a waiter shouts through the wood.
"Oh, it is just more drinks," Maria sighs, letting out a big breath. "I will go open the latch."
"I ordered the strongest burning moonshine in the city," I say, tilting her red wine glass until the dark fluid spills all over the floor like blood. "Don't you think a strong drink suits our little game better?"
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