Runaway With The Alpha's Triplets
one of them snorted.
I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening.
A rogue Alpha.
That’s what he had said right?
Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.
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