Alpha Wayland Reyrem:
"Wayland?"
Lakisha stared at me with wide, terrified eyes, barely daring to breathe. Her heart thundered with fear, panic, and confusion.
And then it finally hit me, like a lightning.
There was no scent—no trace of the mate's fragrance.
How could I have missed something so crucial?
Blinded by the need for some kind of revenge against the redhead, I’d ignored the most obvious of signs. I acted purely on raw emotion—and for an alpha, that was inexcusable.
Unforgivable, even.
"Lakisha?"
As if waking from a trance, I released the girl and took a few steps back.
"What are you doing here? And where’s the housekeeper you were supposed to send?"
"Actually, I’m here because of her," Lakisha replied cautiously, rubbing her neck and watching me with visible unease. I
