The Alpha’s Double Game
"Drail? The ceremony is about to start."
He stopped on the bottom step, towering over me. The crowd formed a tight circle, eager for the show. The silence was deafening.
"There won't be a ceremony, Raya."
I blinked, the words not registering. "What? Is it the Council? Did—"
"I, Drail Montenegro, future Alpha of the Crescent Elite..." His voice boomed, amplified by his Alpha tone, vibrating through the floorboards. "Reject you, Raya Tyndall, as my mate."