Betty POV
“Madeline?”
The name tastes like copper in my mouth.
“How is that possible? She was Ian’s mate.”
Alpha Aldo doesn’t blink. His pupils are blown, turning his irises into rings of black obsidian. “I am her second-chance mate. And I will take every drop of blood you owe her.”
“Then come and try.”
I drop into a low stance on the grass, my eyes scanning his posture for a hitch, a weakness, an opening. My Lycan is dead silent inside my skull, but her muscles are coiled like steel springs. She is on absolute high alert.
Aldo launches forward faster than a normal Alpha should move. Before I can reset my footing, his fingers fist into my braid. A brutal, violent jerk tears at my scalp, throwing my weight backward. The ground rushes up to meet my spine.
I roll hard to the left just
