Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’s Regret
I had attended gatherings before, ceremonial, political, even violent ones, but never like this.
It was never with rival packs forced into the same space. That wasn’t tradition, that wasn’t coincidence, that was strategy, and I hated not being the one in control.
My eyes darkened. “And him…” I whispered, my tone dropping into something colder, more dangerous. “He will be there.”
A powerful Alpha, strong, untouchable, or at least, he was supposed to be but something wasn’t adding up.
“They’re weakening him…” I said, my brows furrowing as the thought sharpened. “Slowly, and carefully…”
Bab Populer