Whiskey.
Fifteen months ago.
Saxton convinced the Alpha to stop bowing at my feet, and we all sat down at a large table. Alpha Antonio sat across from me, and Saxton sat at my side, his hand placed firmly on my leg. It was silent for a moment, uncomfortably so. The increasing tension and awkwardness was relentlessly picking at my anger.
“If you’re ready, I’m ready. Explain” I snipped at Saxton. I shifted a little further away from him, still reeling at his betrayal. But he just pulled my chair back to his side.
“If I may start, my Goddess” Antonio interrupted meekly. The strong and frustrated voice I had been listening to was now gone, in its place was a softly spoken and timid squeak. Surely that tiny little show of power didn’t scare this beast so much.
“What?” I spat,
“May I see i
