The Crescent Heir
Demiurgosworthless to priceless: the alpha's rejected matean heir for the alpha; winning her love againaccidentally pregnant for the cold-hearted alphaan echo of an alpha's cruelty
"You seem quite confident with your head held high, boy, sitting very comfortably for a man in my cave. Do you know who I am?"
The smile reached its peak. Eyes closed, head tilted slightly, like he was about to deliver something he had been saving. "Deimon, son of Viktor, son of the great and freaking Magnus." Romulus paused. "The whole bloodline. All that history in one room, and somehow you still look tired."
"What—!" Jabari's sword came out again.
Deimon's hand went up. The blade stayed sheathed. Jabari stepped back, face burning hot.