THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN
“She’s my mate.”
The bond pulses, a violent echo that sears through me, through him, through the silence of every witness.
Gasps ripple, wolves recoil with horror twisting their faces. Dravens shift, shock giving way to unease. Both sides look at us like we’ve spit in the face of nature itself.
Kael shoves Ronan off, spitting blood from his lip. “A curse,” he hisses, voice trembling with rage. “You doom us all.”
The whisper spreads like rot: curse… curse… curse.
Bab Populer