ALPHA Arthur: The Mate Who Lied
He breathed in Phineas’s scent, a low, possessive rumble starting in his chest.
Outside the heavy oak doors, the hallway was a tunnel of shadows. Xavier stood there, his hand frozen inches from the handle. He heard the murmur of voices. He heard the wet slap of the blood covenant.
His jaw creaked, his teeth grinding together so hard he felt the enamel chip. The 'Gentle Alpha' mask didn't just crack; it fell away, revealing a hollow, black-flagged void. He saw the future in that room—a future where he was a ghost, a third wheel in a massacre.