Alexa

"She is mine." Alpha Alastair gritted his teeth.

"You can't just claim her as your slave," the tall man in front of me shielded me.

"Fuck off, Romero. You knew nothing."

Romero? Was he Alpha Romero Blackmoore from the First Light Pack? What were the odds of two rivals of the strongest pack in the continent sharing the same room? It didn’t matter what they went to the meeting for. It failed in a miserable state.

In a flash, Alpha Alastair swung a punch at the man before me. The tall man was quicker and dodged the blow. He then landed a kick to Alpha Alastair’s stomach, forcing him...