Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
“Mercy –“
The wolf above the prince snarls dreadfully at the sound of the word, placing a paw on the center of his chest and pressing down, causing the prince to cry out in pain. Sinclair lowers his face until his fangs are just inches from the man’s face, their eyes level. His fierce green gaze speaks his intention: he wants to let the man look one more time into the eyes of the wolf who will kill him. To know who, precisely, took his life. And why.
The prince’s face twists, the fear turning into a nasty, pain-filled sneer as he spits up at Sinclair, the spittle missing its mark and flying back to smack onto the prince’s on cheek. “You pathetic excuse for an Alpha,” he hisses, “you will nev