“You have a way with words, Alpha. So much for the most infamous Alain Irons,” Sasha cooed.

She flashed him a wide grin before continuing, “When you’re wearing your mask as a ruthless Alpha who commands shadows as if they were your pets.”

“Shadows are my pets,” he simply shrugged. “They are for every Shadow Rose member.”

She lay there beneath him, staring up at where he now knelt on the floor, rubbing his hands over his face as if chasing away the sleep that threatened to disturb them.

“Aren’t your Betas looking for you now?”

Alain’s throat bobbed. “They’re probably banging each other now.”

She huffed a laugh. “For...