The Alpha’s Accidental Mate
Amara’s slick, high-pitched voice purrs from inside the secure room.
Kofi terminates his call instantly, stepping through the threshold. I watch through the glass as he approaches the bed. Amara’s expensive silk tunic is completely drenched in thick, grey medicinal porridge. Elder Jabari is sitting upright in his nest of sheets, his old eyes wild with erratic alpha energy as he glares at her.
"Get your filthy scent out of my den!" the old wolf roars, his voice cracking with age and madness.
Elder Jabari spends most days lost in his own memories, frequently playing violent practical jokes on any relative who attempts to claim his wealth. Amara looks completely humiliated, her claws twitching