The Alpha's Fated Swap
After everything, we were inseparable for the rest of the banquet, going through the motions of small talk and drinking and laughing and dancing like the happy couple we were supposed to be.
Of course, the way that Alaric kept slipping his hand into his pocket to feel that bag of red powder wasn’t lost on me. It was as if he wanted to make sure it was still there, to ensure that no one had taken it. He wouldn’t even let security take it, using his status as an Alpha to confiscate it for testing.
That red powder held so many answers—I was sure of it. But answers to what, exactly… That was still a mystery. There was the illegal auction, of course, but somehow I had a feeling it was so much mor