Bria was about to unleash a biting remark, but Hudson cut her off with the sharp finality of an Alpha. “Handing you my personal frequency isn't exactly a priority. If you truly have something of substance to say, reach out to my bonded-mate.”

Bria’s scent spiked with a flash of irritation at the dismissal, but it didn't truly rattle her. After all, Hudson and Ewing were now bound by a territorial pact, which meant the path to the Montgomery Alpha was wide open. There was plenty of time to play her game, and Bria was a patient hunter.

She plastered a practiced, porcelain smile onto her face. “As you wish,...