Maeve
The way Alpha Blake stood in front of me with so much possessiveness, I felt aroused. His gaze pinned me to the throne as if warning me not to get up. I wanted to look at Cathy or Elder Conrad, who was staring at me with bulging eyes, but I refrained, unable to tear my gaze from Alpha Blake. His eyes held me prisoner, promising destruction if I moved.
Suddenly, Alpha Blake turned and was in front of Alpha David. In one fluid motion, he swung his knife, severing David’s throat with a single, deadly cut. Blood spurted and colored Alpha Blake’s white shirt as David fell to the ground, his neck at a strange angle.
“I am the Mist King and I bow to no one,” he said as he took everyone in his gaze. “And she—” He pointed at me. “She is mine. Today, I nullify my engagement with Cathy and—”
