NORTH RIDGE
Patrick relaxed in his chair, a slow, satisfied smirk curving his lips as the morning sunlight streamed through the blinds of his office.
He wasn’t sorry for what he’d done—not even close. In fact, he’d been waiting for this feeling for years. For once, his thoughts were quiet, his conscience at peace. Alexander Blackwell—Alpha of Blood Crescent, the last of his evil bloodline—was gone.
At last.
He’d made sure of it himself.
The memory of that moment came alive briefly in his mind...the look of disbelief on Alexander’s face when the blade sank into his side, the way his strength faltered, the shock in his eyes as realization dawned that it was Patrick who had betrayed him.
It should have been done a long time ago, and now, it had.
He rose from his seat and moved to the w
