Claimed by the alpha heir
“You’ll answer to me for this, Marcus.”
“You’re in no place to get answer for anything,” he said, but there was a tremor in his voice. “Sit your pride down. You’re not an Alpha yet.”
The world , my world, was a collapse of rules when I barged into the holding cell. Two women were there: Aunt Mira, huddled with a shawl over her head like a small dark bird, and Lyria, who sat slumped against the stone, her face filled up with exhaustion and raw defiance. I could see bruises forming where a hand had held her, and for a strangled instant I could not breathe properly .
Bab Populer