Throughout the afternoon in his office, Ember never left his mind as he sifted through his accounts. His thoughts kept drifting, recalling the softness of her hair beneath all the grime, her defiant spirit, and the way she stood her ground against him without a hint of fear.
When he told her he hit women, he hadn’t meant it, he only wanted to scare her into submission. But instead of breaking her, it had only fueled her anger. He sighed. The last thing he needed right now was this kind of distraction, not with Matteo breathing down his neck and moving sneakily within his territory.
The last time he had seen Matteo was during the ‘cleansing’. That’s what he called it, the night he annihilated the rogue packs that had betrayed their cause.
Ten years ago, he and three other alphas; Matteo
