Thorne's Point of View
“f**k… Ahh. Deeper, Thorne.”
The blonde's nails were digging into my shoulders. Making these breathy little sounds while she rode my c**k in my office chair. What was her name again? Melissa? Madison?
It didn’t matter.
As I gripped her ass, the door slammed open.
"Alpha—" Rorick burst in, then froze when he saw what he'd interrupted.
The woman squeaked and tried to cover herself. I didn't bother. Just stared at my Beta with the kind of look that usually made grown men piss themselves.
"This better be f*****g important."
"It's about your daughter. The—the assassination failed."
My hand, which had been on the blonde's hip now, went still. "What?"
"She escaped. The rogues chased her into the eastern forest. They tracked her to a cave but—" He hesitated. Swallo
