His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow
Slowly, she turned from the wreckage of the vanity.
Sitting gracefully on the edge of her rumpled bed, as if she had always been there, was a woman. She was slender, dressed in a gown of flowing black, her hair a stunning cascade of white. Her face was ageless and beautiful, with knowing, cat-like eyes that held a cruel amusement.
Morwen.
“Hello, Lupiter,” the witch chuckled, her voice chilling purr her voice a silken whisper that seemed to slither through the room.