Kane

“What the fuck do you mean fucking with the wrong feeder?” King Peter asks me, and I can hear the disbelief in his voice. “Opal said nothing about a feeder, and even if she did, what does a dirty feeder have to do with anything?”

I resent the tone he’s taking already. He’s lucky we are on the phone, and he’s not within my grasp or else he’d look a lot like his son does about now.

“First of all, she’s not a dirty feeder,” I explain to him. “She’s the daughter of an Alpha of a nearby wolf pack, one I paid a great sum of money for....