The Alpha’s Blood Debt Vessel
Giovanni paused, searching his face, For arrogance, pride… any trace.
But what she found made her chest ache, Something real. Something at stake. “Then don’t die,” she said quietly, “Because this ends… with all three.” The storm outside began to rise, Thunder splitting fractured skies. Two wolves bound by pain and fire, A mother’s wrath, an Alpha’s desire. No longer enemies in this war, But something far more dangerous than before.
And far away, in shadows deep, A child waited, forced from sleep. The game had shifted, the lines redrawn, The reckoning had truly begun.