POV: Alaric
The Alpha position was not up for debate. It wasn't a fucking democracy.
I leaned forward, voice dropping to something slow and lethal. "And whose side are you on?"
I watched his throat bob when he swallowed and the sweat that trickled down his left temple… It gave me an answer his mouth couldn't give.
"I'm on your side, Alpha," he gave the response anyone in his position would at this point. He told me what I needed to hear, even though I already knew what his original answer was.
He wasn't on my side. He just lied, and I may have just found my first scapegoat.
The door to my office pushed open, and in that instant, my blood turned to ice while my gaze narrowed to slits with a blinding flood of red swimming my gaze.
A slow, ugly smirk curled at my lips as I sat back, watching her enter like she owned the room.
Karina
The nerves.
The audacity.
