~Alpha Maverick~
"We're here, Alpha," Kazeem said, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked around; we were in Red Blood Pack territory.
"Let's go," I replied, stepping off my private jet and heading towards the waiting limousine. I'd spent a restless night, my mind consumed by Nazy. I needed to confront him, to learn the truth about his motives. If he was involved in the fire that fueled my rage, driven by selfish ambition, I would ensure he paid dearly. I had a deep aversion to such self-serving individuals.
"Welcome, Alpha Maverick of Gold Pack. I hope you had a pleasant journey," the chauffeur greeted, opening the door. I acknowledged him and slid into the plush seat. I was exhausted, once I'd dealt with Nazy, I'd do anything to get Jasmine back. I'd beg, I'd plead, I'd tear do
