“You know,” the voice continued, steady and resolute, “I’ve been thinking of giving her Silverfang Holdings, the pack’s empire, so she never has to worry about money for the rest of her life.”
No stranger spoke those words. It was Alpha Alaric, my mate, my Alpha, the one the Goddess had bound to me. And yet he spoke of another. My vision blurred as I peered through the narrow crack in the door, the scent of betrayal coiling through me as surely as if it were blood spilled on the snow.
Alpha Alaric sat on the plush gray couch, his posture relaxed, predatory even, while opposite him lounged Ram, his Beta and closest confidant. Ram’s expression was tight with disbelief, his aura heavy with disapproval, but my eyes clung to Alpha Alaric, drinking in every detail of the man I thought I knew.
“If you give away Silverfang Holdings,” Ram said, exasperated, “you’ll strip yourself of rank. You’ll just be an ordinary wolf among Alphas. And what about your mate? What about Kaia? She’s the eldest daughter of the Blackthorn family. Are you planning to drag her into hardship?”