“Here she is, my lord,” Tarik announced as he led me into Alpha Jaxon’s lair.

“Leave us,” he growled and Tarik promptly disappeared.

Alpha Jaxon watched me warily like a predator. He was sitting on a wingbacked chair, nursing a goblet of wine. His beard was overgrown and his bloodshot eyes told me that he was piss drunk.

“Where have you been?” He asked me. His deep voice rumbled like thunder.

“I – I…”

“Answer me!” He barked and I nearly peed on myself.

Why the hell did I agree to this? Why did I let Lynda talk me into this nonsense? I wasn’t even Sasha, so why should I...