The Broken Alpha
“I want to hear it from the source.”
The scout, Tristin, stared up at his Alpha helplessly. “It was Maveln,” he said, for the hundredth time. As he spoke, he turned to look at Lily’s father. “I saw you,” he added, the sincerity burning in his gaze making Atticus question his current reality even more.
“I don’t see how,” muttered Maveln, scrubbing a hand across his stubble-covered jaw. “I’ve been here the whole time.”