The Alpha’s Double Game
The wind howled into the ballroom, extinguishing half the candles.
Silence fell again.
Derek stepped over the broken glass, dragging me with him. He looked like a god of war, wet, tattooed, and terrifying.
"Sorry we're late," Derek’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
Drail dropped his glass. Sienna turned pale.
"Derek?" Drail stammered. "You... you’re exiled. You can't be here."
Derek smirked, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist, pulling me so tight my feet almost left the floor.