“You’re Nothing But a Substitute” — The Alpha King Said… Before Becoming Obsessed With Her
PART 1 He threw the silver bridal veil onto the cold stone floor, and the sound it made was less like fabric falling and more like a blade striking steel. His golden eyes, usually the color of sunlit wheat, had gone feral, eclipsed by the dark rings of his wolf. The air in the bedchamber…
