“Did the smiling fox finally talk?”

Talia closed the door and took a leisurely seat in front of the alpha’s table. She leaned back on her chair and rested her chin on her palm as she pondered over Diana’s question for a good moment before she finally looked at the woman sitting on the Blood Claws Pack’s alpha’s chair.

Of course, Talia did notice the glaring presence of the said alpha behind Diana—carefully massaging the latter’s scalp like some domesticated mate that he was.

She could not help but think about the six brooding alphas she left abruptly at Alpha Dylan’s first call. Of course, Talia took the first chance...