An Alpha for the Alpha
Her eyes have an aged look to them, as if they belong to someone much older.
"Who is this man?" Carlotta asks.
"Jonas Whitepaw," Connor replies. “My former Alpha.”
"Jonas Bloodclaw," I snap. The same does Cana in my mind.
"Ah, yes, Bloodclaw. How silly of me to forget that you are now a husband." Connor pulls out his pocket watch and snaps it open. "Forgive me, now a widower."
"I'll see you in hell," I hiss.
Cana growl, ‘let me bite him… we could bite of his balls.’