DRAVEN
A day ago…
"Desperation is so beautiful on you, Poppy."
Poppy?
Morgana ashened, her jaw clenching.
"Watch yourself, High Alpha," she spoke his title like a fucking curse.
His sharp smile only widened.
"So we need your daughter back—dead or alive—but not with the Hell Hound. We have caused her pain, tried manipulating the Hell Hound himself. It is time we reached out to Althea using the Vargan mother and son."
The door slammed open, and I almost jumped out of my skin with fright as my wife walked in.
I forced myself to soften. "Circe, dear," I swallowed my annoyance like bitter bile.
Her azure eyes flew to me, love shimmering there like always, but there was wariness about her. It permeated the air like fumes. "We have a visitor."
"We will take care of that. You should have told one of the Gammas to send him here instead of stressing yourself."
A muscle in her jaw jumped; something flared wild, burning in her gaze even as her lips curled into a smile. "I—"
