Maeve
Tate didn’t reply because the heavy oak doors behind the throne opened. Alpha Blake appeared wearing a white buttoned shirt with gold cufflinks and black pants. And atop his head sat a gold circlet with jagged edges. He appeared even more vicious in it. It was as if today he wanted to remind his people that he was the King of the Mist.
“He has called all the Alphas of the Mist,” Tate said and I could feel a tinge of jealousy in his voice.
“Why? What’s he doing?”
Tate didn’t answer but jerked his chin toward a wolf who was chained from top to bottom. “That’s Alpha David who tried to kidnap you after attacking us. He has been in our dungeons ever since.”
My mouth dropped as my heart thundered in my chest. Three wolves were dragging him to the center of the hall. My eyes went to Ca
