STEFAN MONTESSORI
Blood for loyalty!
They think I'm weak
That’s what they were whispering, wasn’t it?
That Stefan, son of a king, brother to a beast, had lost his edge.
The note on the table didn’t scare me; it insulted me.
‘You are not the Alpha anymore.’
I crushed the paper in my hand and slammed my fist on the wall hard enough to rattle the shelves.
Tarel found me like that. He opened the door and stepped in slowly, eyes scanning the room.
“You saw the note,” he said.
“Damn right I saw it.”
I turned to him. “They think I’m weak. The people are scared. And someone’s out there playing games with my name in their mouth.”
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t have to.
I could see it in his eyes.
He agreed.
“I need to remind them,” I said.
“Remind them of what?”
I turned slowly. “Tha
