The Alpha King's Hated Mate
Xander announced, his voice steady and authoritative, betraying none of the urgency I knew must have prompted this.
Murmurs spread through the crowd.
“The selection will not be based on rank or lineage. Whether you’re an omega or the son of an Alpha, it does not matter,” he continued, his eyes slowly sweeping across us again.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
Dante let out a low whistle beside me. “Damn, he’s serious.”
Oh, he was. Just not about forming any elite army. This wasn’t about loyalty or strength. This was a hunt. A discreet one. And I was the prey.