The Alpha’s Double Game
Derek smirked, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist, pulling me so tight my feet almost left the floor.
"Correction, brother," Derek said smoothly. He looked at the Council Elders seated in the front row. "I am here to claim my birthright."
"You have no mate!" Drail shouted, panic rising in his voice. "You cannot challenge me!"
Derek turned to me. He lifted my hand, the one with his blood still staining my lips, and kissed my knuckles. The air in the room shifted. Everyone felt it. The pressure. The dominance.
"Actually," Derek said, his eyes locking onto Drail’s terrified face. "I found her."