Alpha Rolan's POV

The moonlight filtered through the tall windows of my chambers, casting long shadows across the room. I sat by the fire, its warmth doing little to ease the cold anger brewing inside me.

Griffin.

The thought of him gnawed at my insides. Ungrateful bastard. For weeks now, I’d played along, watching as he schemed behind my back, meeting with the councilmen in secret, plotting to challenge me for the Alpha title.

I had known him for some time, but each time I saw him, pretending to be loyal, it became harder to restrain myself from tearing him apart.

The flames flickered in the hearth, much like the...