ROMAN.
My thumb caressed Octavia's cheek once more, the mate-bond sparks flaring to life. I took just a moment to focus on them, on her.
I pulled my phone out to place an important official call. It was one that'd destroy Alpha Richard's world. I found it oddly fitting that the reason his world would be destroyed revolved around the very same person whose world he had destroyed with action, a lie, and sadistic perverseness.
The phone rang three times before the call was picked up.
“Alpha Amir,” he greeted.
It was late, but the calls coming to that specific line were always answered day or night. The Werewolf Council was very busy, as one might expect, since they were responsible for governing the werewolf population here in America. However, the specific line that I called was an eme
