CHAPTER 12If a man was born to be king, Alaric Kerr had to be such a person, Kira thought. Tall, lean, and muscular, Alaric looked as though he had stepped from some earlier time — an anachronism that didn’t quite mesh with the twenty-first century. Dark hair with a hint of gray along the temples, a strong jaw line, and chiseled features, Kira wondered if there was something to this lycanthrope thing. She had been working too long among geeks. He met her stare with his own steady brass gaze.
The other two lycanthropes stopped the game and looked up to see Kira standing in the doorway agape. Megan coughed nervously, but Kira ignored her. “So, you’re Alpha?” Kira said when she finally found her voice.
“I am,” Alaric said in a clear baritone that nearly melted her. He glanced at Megan and K
