Zade's Pov
Imagine the thrill when you finally succeed in sending a message to your enemy. A subtle one at that, but you know more than anyone that he would freak out. The attack would hit him hard.
I stood in my office, a glass of bourbon in one hand and the other hand clutching my phone. Draven was on the other end of the call.
“It worked?” I asked him slowly, taking a sip of my drink. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Kiera walk in majestically like the queen she was, lips painted with red as always.
“Yes, Alpha Zade. It worked. You should have seen his face when he got to the orphanage. He looked like he wanted to go on a rampage.” I chuckled softly.
“There's nothing that can trace any of it to us right?”
“Yes, Alpha. I made sure nothing would be able to trace the incident bac
