Allegra
I continued to flip through the journal, but it was all the same. “Kill Allegra!” scrawled on every available square inch of paper. Finally, I closed it and set it aside, taking a long sip of the whiskey in the glass I’d set down, and taking a deep breath.
“He said I turned you against him,” I finally said at last. “Did he know I wanted you to be my Beta?”
“Probably,” Marcus said. “It’s not like it’s been a secret.”
“So, if I died, you’d become the de-facto Alpha,” I said, mostly I was just thinking out loud, trying to piece together the puzzle that was Moltas’ mind.
Marcus looked at me with a serious look. “Exactly,” he said firmly. “Which means you need to watch your ass. I’m not built to be Alpha! I’m not even sure I’m built to be a Beta,” he finished with a sigh.
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