Alpha Chase
Is this really how I go, bound to a chair by a psychopath with a gun in my face?
“Good, so we can skip the introductions,” the rogue- Daniel- sneers, looming over me and pressing the barrel of the gun harder into my skin. The bite of the cold metal sends a shiver skittering down my spine and I fight back a flinch.
“You were my mother’s mate,” Chase breathes with a slight waver in his voice that I haven’t heard before.