MARGARET
I froze. The world seemed to stop spinning as I stared at the man standing in front of me. It was Marcus. My brother. Alpha Lazar’s right-hand man and the Beta of this pack.
The blood drained from my face so fast I felt dizzy. My hands started to shake, and I quickly hid them behind my back. I knew what I looked like. Boy, I didn't need any soothsayer to tell me. My hair was a mess, my dress was wrinkled, my makeup was ruined too as a result of Ezra’s roughness and I was sure I smelled like Ezra. His f*****g scent was all over me.
"I'll say the same for you, Marga. What are you doing in Ezra’s place?" My brother asked, as he continued to stare at me in close scrutiny. His voice was deep and steady, but there was a sharp edge to it.
I couldn't breathe for a second. Marcus w
