Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate
There never needed to be.
I keep the cold smirk on my face, letting my gaze drift over each of them, taking in their wide eyes, the stiffness in their shoulders, the way some still haven’t moved since Alvin hit the floor.
Slowly, I drag my dagger across my forearm, wiping the blade clean. The metal gleams under the light, untouched by the blood that stains the floor.
“The identity of a true hunter,” I say, my voice calm, almost lazy, “is that they are stealthier than the leopard, quieter than the darkness itself, and deadlier than death."
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