The Alpha's Secret
he growled softly.
“Let’s go,” I said to the scouts.
“You know, we can take his mate now,” someone said. “Kill her. Bring them to us.”
Zephyr surged, wild and strong, ready to rip the scout’s throat out. “No,” I replied as I wrestled with my wolf. “They won’t care.”
“You don’t know that. If you’re afraid, you can just-”
My hand shot out and I wrapped it around the scout’s throat. The problem with being the biggest, baddest, Alpha in the land, is that there’s always a young wolf who is full of piss and vinegar that thinks he can challenge me.