Zade's Pov

Imagine the thrill when you finally succeed in sending a message to your enemy. A subtle one at that, but you know more than anyone that he would freak out. The attack would hit him hard.

I stood in my office, a glass of bourbon in one hand and the other hand clutching my phone. Draven was on the other end of the call.

“It worked?” I asked him slowly, taking a sip of my drink. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Kiera walk in majestically like the queen she was, lips painted with red as always.

“Yes, Alpha Zade. It worked. You should have seen...