Cecelia rolled up into a sitting position. The Alpha, Alexander was already sitting near the window smoking a cigarette. He was watching the warriors training below. It was barely past dawn. He was a strong man, with tanned skin, long brown hair that he kept tied up in a ponytail. The sides were trimmed down. He had a strong jawline, ember eyes, and a full goatee and mustache, he kept trimmed. Alexander was young, with Cecelia over twice his age. He was a ruthless man, who would bed any woman he came across, and discard them. He did not form attachment to anyone. The man had quite the reputation. Cecelia knew it had been him that killed Nicholas. What she couldn’t understand, was why he let the Luna get away.
“Can I ask a question?” Alexander turned his gaze on the form barely covered by
