Skylar.
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“Impossible!” Alpha Zhola, the bald-headed man in the room, sprang to his feet, his eyes bulging. But I paid no attention to him, no, my gaze stayed on Alpha Griffith, defiant, unmoving.
The initial shock that gripped me when Clyde revealed my mate status with Conrad had fled, replaced by fiery determination.
“You think you can come in here and make declarations? You think us fools, but you know nothing of what you speak. No one can be mated to Master Conrad except my daughter!” he bellowed uncontrollably and it was Alpha Griffith’s palm slamming on the table, making even me jump, that stopped him.
“Need I remind you where you are, Alpha Zhola?” Alpha Griffith said, his tone commanding.
“F…forgive me, Alpha Griffith,” Alpha Zhola said, taking his seat again.
See? Dictat
