Bound to the Bloodmoon Alpha
Better to humble myself this way, on my knees, than to return to Collins for a pitiful sum that would do nothing.
“Who told you I would be sacking you, Thelma?”
The voice came sharp and cold, cutting the air like a blade. My breath caught in my throat as my body froze. Slowly, I turned my head toward the door.
He was standing there. Him. My boss.
“Alpha…” the woman murmured, bowing her head quickly.
“Alpha,” the butler echoed, his tone respectful, submissive.
“Alpha?” I whispered to myself, the word strange and heavy on my tongue. What did it mean?