The Alpha’s Blood Debt Vessel
The room stood still, the door ajar A hollow echo where laughter once was.
Her breath hitched hard, her pulse misaligned, A mother’s terror, raw and unkind. The scent was wrong the air displaced, A foreign shadow had touched this space. “Russell,” she said, her voice now steel, Something primal began to unseal.
“They took him.” The words cut deep, sharp as a blade, And even the Alpha’s control began to fade. Golden eyes flared, a storm unleashed, Not of dominance but something beast. “Who?” he growled, the word like flame, But deep inside he knew the name. A slow clap echoed from the door, Smooth, amused, laced with war.