The Alpha King's Hated Mate
She needed her mother.
“Where is she?” I growled, the softness gone from my voice, fury surging back like a tidal wave.
Raven didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Xander’s gaze sharpened, cold fire flickering in his eyes. But it was Matteo, his Beta, who stepped forward.
“This way, Alpha,” Matteo said, his voice steady, though his jaw was clenched tight.
I didn’t hesitate. My legs carried me forward, following Matteo down the dark, winding halls that led beneath the palace. My bare feet slapped against stone, every step echoing like a war drum.