In the dim-lit quarters of Lady Virella’s estate, Lorain leaned against the marble fireplace, his golden eyes glinting with mischief. His voice slithered like venom.
“Mom,” he began, “I found someone who can help us spike Alpha Kaelion’s food.”
Lady Virella raised a delicate brow, the corner of her crimson lips lifting. “Oh?”
Lady Virella looked up from her crimson goblet, an amused smirk dancing on her lips.
“And what will that accomplish?” she purred, her voice laced with deadly curiosity.
Lorain stepped closer, lowering his voice. “He’ll lose control. His wolf will take over. If Jenna is around him when it happens, he’ll mate with her uncontrollably. And they both won’t survive it.”
Virella’s lips curled in delight. “You’re right,” she said with a wicked chuckle. “Let’s get to it.
