Mated to Three Alpha Kings
Christopher took my chin in his hand and tilted my face toward him, and I finally looked at him.
Although he was quite attractive, I only felt hate and malice toward him. He was hideous on the inside.
“You had been so kind to me, and you never knew who I was all along,” Christopher continued, seeming to talk more to himself than to me at the moment.
It was as if he were living out a scene from a movie, and he was relishing in his success. He captured the princess, good for him. But he wasn’t the prince.
“Now you’ll know. I am Christopher, the Alpha and King of the Rogues.”