Mated to the Alpha CEO
Kael shouldered him hard, keeping him moving, and the whisper laughed — a dry, crackling sound like bark splitting.
More names floated through the dead air. Kael. You let your first pack starve. You ate before the pups. You remember. The Ironmaw Alpha flinched as if struck, but his jaw clenched and he pushed forward. Aria. Little seer. You saw your own death in a dream and told no one. Aria let out a choked sound, but she did not stop.
Then the whisper found Lira.
“Hidden Luna.”
The words were intimate, as if spoken by a mouth pressed against her ear. She felt the cold breath on her fur and knew it wasn’t real, but the knowledge did nothing to stop the shiver.