Betrayal
BRISEIS The first thing I felt when I stepped into the courtyard was not anger. It was memory. Cold air rushed against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold that crawled up my spine when I saw him standing there. My former Alpha. He stood exactly as I remembered, straight-backed, chin lifted, hands clasped behind him as if the world had always belonged at his feet. Time had not softened him. It had only sharpened the edges of his authority. The warriors behind him stood in disciplined silence, their armor dark against the gray afternoon sky. For a moment, I was not in Orion’s territory. I was back in that pack house with stone floors that never seemed warm. I remembered kneeling on those floors. I remembered the weight of disapproval in his eyes. I remembered how silen
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