MARGARET

​I froze. The world seemed to stop spinning as I stared at the man standing in front of me. It was Marcus. My brother. Alpha Lazar’s right-hand man and the Beta of this pack.

​The blood drained from my face so fast I felt dizzy. My hands started to shake, and I quickly hid them behind my back. I knew what I looked like. Boy, I didn't need any soothsayer to tell me. My hair was a mess, my dress was wrinkled, my makeup was ruined too as a result of Ezra’s roughness and I was sure I smelled like Ezra. His fucking scent was all over me.

​"I'll...