Alpha Victor Kane was holding court in the main lounge, surrounded by other Alphas who seemed to enjoy his company. He was massive, easily six feet five with muscles like carved stone. Scars covered his arms and face, marks of countless battles won.
He looked up when I entered, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
“Well, well. The little silver pup herself.” His voice boomed through the room. “Come to defend your stolen pack?”
Every conversation stopped. All eyes turned to us. This was exactly what he wanted. A public spectacle.
“I didn’t steal anything. I won Crescent Ridge fairly through ritual combat.” I kept my voice calm and clear. “But I hear you have questions about my legitimacy.”
“Questions? I have facts.” Victor stood, towering over me. “You’re twenty-two years old. Been
