Marked by the Alpha, Avenged by the Omega
“My hand slipped.”
The hall went silent.
Alpha Joe stepped forward, voice low. “Alpha Stephen, that was unnecessary.”
I tilted my head. “Was it?”
I turned to Luna Linda, eyes settling on the sapphire necklace she wore.
“That’s a beautiful piece,” I said. “pack heirloom, isn’t it?”
Luna Linda’s fingers curled protectively over the pendant.
“Foster bloodline sapphires. Rare and priceless.”
“Hmm.”
I reached forward, held the gem between my fingers, and twisted it slightly.