Abel
The woman who opened the door had Millicent's features. Other than the eye color, I would've mistaken her for an older version of Millicent. They had the same direct gaze that seemed to see through facades. But where Millicent's eyes had once held warmth when she looked at me, Alicia Adams's held only cold recognition.
"Your Majesty," she said quietly, the formal address loaded with accusation.
Of course she knew who I was. Every pack member knew their king's face. But she didn't bow, didn't show the typical omega deference. She just studied me with those penetrating eyes, waiting.
"Mrs. Adams. I need to speak with Millicent."
Her laugh was bitter and short. "The Lycan King himself comes to my door months after rejecting his mate. Now you want answers?"
The blunt acknowledgment
