“Since we are together now, dearest wolves of Fire and Moon, I don't want to change anything.”
The bastard’s voice echoed in the arena, giving Sasha an unabashed goosebumps that sent the hair at the back of her neck standing. Whispers from different status of wolves began to flood and her own murmurs soon joined them.
“However—” the Lord of Shadows emphasized, “There will only be a few changes to the pack’s status.”
Alain looked at Apollo and Razel and the two immediately knew what to do. “Slaves will be on the right. Omegas on the left. The Betas and Healers will remain in the middle.” Marching in solemn pace from the two Beta’s loud commands, Sasha hid her frowned face—for the silver-edged whip they were holding would no doubt kiss her skin the moment she yielded such face.
“You.
