Alpha Lorenzo
Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act.
My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look.
“A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.”
He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.