By morning, my patience had run dry.
I’d had enough of Sara’s manipulations through her veiled threats, her smug looks and her constant reminders that she had me trapped.
Enough.
An Alpha doesn’t bow to emotional blackmail. Not from a mate who thrives on control, not when his pack’s future hangs by a thread.
The council’s warning about the Midwest pack still echoed in my head. One wrong move and the war drums would start. And above it all, Cecilia’s curse pressed down on me like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. I needed control back. I needed to think like an Alpha again.
The morning air was cold and sharp as I crossed the training field. Warriors sparred in silence, their movements swift and precise. My gaze fell on one of them, Alpha Ken. A man I trusted and one who still owed me a debt
