Stella
"No, Stella, I did not murder your Alpha." Roman all but snarls at me. "In case you haven't noticed, I've been a little busy lately."
I remain quiet, trying to wrap my head around the news that Alpha Benjamin is dead. He was so young. How can he be dead? A not so little voice inside my head reminds me that he was the farthest thing from a good person anyone could be, but I still can’t help but feel sorry for him. Sorry that he didn’t get to do more, experience more, find his true mate. Mate!
"Do you think it was Margo's mate?" I ask the question but Roman looks at me with an expression that says I don't know who any of those people are. Still, he seems to consider it for a few moments.
"I have another suspect in mind." He announces while his usual brown eyes become almost black
