DAMIAN
Alpha's throne…
Alpha's throne…
Alpha's throne…
The moment his name reached my ears, my eyes looked up at her. She was standing in the corridor with her delicate hands on the railing.
It was that scary moment when the realization hit me…Alpha's throne was never my greed, she was.
I wasn't afraid to lose the throne, I was afraid to lose Celia.
Footsteps echoed through the main hall as he entered the golden gates. Everyone in the pack was shocked.
Killian Salvatore arose from the ashes.
He stood before me and looked into my eyes. The bastard was back, holding onto the same arrogance as before.
Silver hair, same brown eyes, but a little tan.
“How are you, Brother?” His deep voice greeted me, taunting my worth.
I clenched my fist in rage.
Celia rushed down and a bright smi
