LUCIEN
"Alpha," he said carefully. "There's a courier here. From the twins' territory. She bears a letter for you alone."
My entire body tensed. Another message from the twins? These reminders of their ownership over my mate, that they had him while I laid in misery?
“Send her, please,” I said, my voice hoarse from days of howling out my grief.
The courier was a middle-aged woman, her eyes sharp and hands scarred from decades carrying messages across hostile lands. She curstied and offered a sealed letter.
“From Lena Blackthorn,” she said, simply. "Please send it to Lucien, the Lycan alpha."
“Get out of here,” I commanded as Marcus pulled the courier away.
I sat alone with the letter for what felt like hours and was probably only minutes. This could be another deception. It was beyo
