The Alpha’s Blood Debt Vessel
he growled, his hand ripping the delicate lace of her wedding dress down the middle.
As the silk tore, the bedroom door creaked open.
Giovanni’s eyes widened. Standing in the doorway was Yvette, holding a tray with a long, silver needle and a vial of clear liquid.
"The Alpha is ready for the first injection, Russell," Yvette said, her voice devoid of any emotion.
Giovanni froze, her blood turning to lead. "Injection? What... what are you talking about? Yvette?"
Russell didn't even look back at her aunt. He kept his eyes locked on Giovanni’s terrified face, a cruel smirk finally touching his lips.