Alpha Alejandro sat alone in his dark office. The only light in the room came from a single candle that was burning down to its wax.

On his desk sat three empty bottles of strong whiskey. He held a fourth bottle in his hand, staring at the liquid inside. The entire pack house was completely quiet, but inside Alejandro’s head, the noise was deafening.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the exact same thing. He saw his stepbrother, Elijah, and Roxanne lying together on the bed in the nursery. He could still smell the thick scent of mating heat that had filled that room.

The scent was unmistakable....