Chapter 100: Sweet Moon
(Alexander's POV)
The stillness of our den was shattered. The moment Ryan Stone’s voice filtered through Grace’s crystal, referring to her as “Sweet Moon,” my entire body went rigid. Blood roared in my ears, drowning out every rational thought.
That name. My mate.
The audacity.
Before I thought it through, my fingers crushed the connection, the crystal vibrating with the force of my grip. A snarl escaped my throat, deep and guttural. My wolf was dangerously close to the surface, claws itching to tear something—or someone—apart.
The room filled with my dominant pheromones, thick and suffocating. It wasn’t intentional, but my fury was overflowing, unchecked and blistering.
“What was that about?” I demanded, pinning Grace with a glare so intense it could
