SERAPHINA
When Mark mentioned “disguise,” he didn’t mean a simple costume change—he meant we had to become the kind of wolves who belonged in Nightshade Alley. Wolves who were either brothel owners, workers, clients, bidders, sellers…or the ones being bought and sold. To blend in, we had to become part of that dark ecosystem.
He laid out our disguises, and none of us were thrilled.
Asher’s jaw was tight, a shadowed look in his eyes as he was told he’d pose as Ryker’s Beta. He wasn’t just an Alpha, he was someone who’d rather die than play the role of a subordinate. Only now, he was to act like a loyal shadow, the kind of Beta who’d obey any humiliating command, even eat his Alpha’s s**t if commanded.
Ryker looked seconds away from snapping his jaw in two. He was to play the spoiled, lu
