BOUND TO THE ALPHA I SWORE TO KILL • BOOK I
He moved slowly, deliberately, the way someone moved when they wanted to make an entrance.
"What brought you here, Aetos?" I said, smiling despite the irritation prickling under my skin. "After you have been doing your little shits behind my back, I did not expect you to show your face in my castle."
The wizard reached up and pulled back his hood. His face was ugly, scarred and twisted and pale, with dark eyes that held no warmth and a mouth that was pressed into a thin, hard line. He had been handsome once, before the magic had eaten away at his flesh, before the rituals had left their marks on his skin. Now he looked like what he was. A monster. A traitor. A man who had sold his soul for p
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