The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings
“Fuck yes. I want you in charge of all warrior operations. Hartfell will report to you. You and the twins, you’ll run this shit. You think you can handle that?”
She saluted with her fist to her chest. “Thank you, Alpha. I won’t let you down.”
“Bring whoever you need.” She smirked slyly. “Then I’m taking your new mates. The twins. They’re damn good in a fight, and I get the sense they’ll be very motivated to impress.”
“You’re not wrong,” I laughed. I turned back to my guys, yes, my guys, godsdammit, (feels super good to say that) and they were grinning.
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