SILVER CREST PACK

Author’s POV

“The hostage has been brought, my Alpha.”

Alpha Amarah sat elegantly, one leg crossed over the other as a maid meticulously filed her nails. She gave a small nod. “Take me to him.”

The guard bowed and led her to a frigid underground cell. On the floor, bruised and bound, lay Alpha Raymond. At the sight of her, he lunged forward with a snarl, clawing the air between them, his teeth bared in rage.

Amarah didn’t flinch.

She watched him, her expression cold as she circled him slowly.

“We lost the Bottle of Life because of you,” she said. “When Selene threatened to throw it,...