Big Bad Alphas
Man against wolf, how cruel.
"The Alpha is in holding. We've taken it upon ourselves to make use of his own cellar," the man informs and my fists wad up. "Yusuf is dead."
Alpha Kenn seems somewhat distracted by Yusuf's death—a stranger to me, but he must have held some importance to him.
Alpha Kenn swallows. "Take me to the Alpha," he directs, voice hard, cold, and smooth.
I have never been to the cellars, and I have never had a desire to go until now. Something so depressing and frightening has never sounded so sweet.