Curse of the Reclaimed Alpha
He wasn’t Alpha Percival anymore—he was Alpha X, and I could see it now.
X’s gold eyes flickered, and without another word, his fist flew at Conor, landing square on his jaw. The hit echoed through the air, and before Conor could even react, X was on him, pounding him with relentless fury. Blood splattered, and Mirabelle screamed for them to stop. Maximus and William jumped in, trying to pull X off, but they were no match for him. I’d heard stories about X—he was ruthless, more cunning than any Alpha I’d ever seen.
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