The Alpha King's Breeder
I put so many of them in impossible situations, and now I have to end it.
I have to end the man dead set on ruining everything my family rebuilt.
Hannibal is waiting for me, his eyes locked on mine as I step into that wide, circular room from Skye’s nightmares. I close the door behind me with a soft click that echoes, bouncing off every curve, and settling my body like this moment is simply a meeting back at the palace in Moonrise, a thirty-minute block in my calendar.
Hannibal’s eerily young face hasn’t changed a bit. His icy hair and even colder, nearly white eyes are the same, and those eyes crease as he smiles warmly, saying by way of greeting, “I thought we’d meet again.”
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