“Have a seat, Father. We don't have all day.” Trent said. There was smugness in his voice. Mockery. He was gloating over the fact that I ran down here like he predicted.
I looked at Elena again and realized she was wearing a turtle-neck outfit. Concealing the bite. If Trent sees it, she's as good as gone. With the elders here and the bite being sheer proof of her infidelity, he'd officially ruin her.
Without any real proof, he has nothing on her.
She needs to get the hell out of here.
“Yes, Alpha Vince. Please have a seat.” Elder Harry seconded him. “Good to see you though. Been a while.”
“If you wanted to see me so badly, then you should have invited me personally. Why the hell did you have to play such a dirty trick?” I gritted out.
“Because you wouldn't come if we sent you an
