Marissa
I had been heading toward Valerie’s place through town when Alpha Falon stumbled and fell against the outer wall of a small shop. I could smell the bourbon on him from where I stood. Helping him to his feet, a plan began to form in my mind. Falon was a displaced Alpha, but he was still an Alpha. If I couldn’t get Sloan to leave his precious mutt, I might be able to use Falon to get what I deserved.
I knew I had him where I wanted him when he licked his lips while looking at me. Falon was a well-known womanizer, the Alpha all wolves warned their daughters about. If the rumors were true, he had lost his Luna and be ready to sleep his way through the entire pack to forget about it. I bought him breakfast, my plan to locate Valerie and demand an explanation f
