Gaia's wolf didn’t argue. Instead, she growled lowly, "Alright. But first, we need an heir from him. That way, when he’s dead, we don’t just inherit his power we become untouchable."
Gaia nodded, her face a mask of ruthless determination.
When night fell like a dark curse over the pack, Gaia dressed in a gown that clung to her curves like sin. Her hair flowed like dark fire, cascading over her shoulders. She didn’t need to ask an Omega where Rio was, she knew. She always knew.
He’d be in his room, sulking in liquor, haunted by ghosts and regrets he’d never admit.
She walked with purpose, each step echoing like a promise of destruction. When she opened the door, the room was aglow with a soft amber light.
There he was.
Alpha Rio.
Sitting on the edge of his bed with a bottle of whiske
