His voice echoes through the hall, that same smooth, commanding tone that had whispered filthy things in my ear last night. "It is of great delight to have you here, people of Ironfang." I can't breathe. My hands clench into fists, nails digging into my palms. Alpha Devon Warner. The bastard who framed my father, killed my brother, ruined everything—and I let him fuck me. My chest felt heavy, it felt like I couldn't breathe.
Brielle's grip tightens on my arm. "Irene, what's wrong? You're shaking."
I shove her hand off. "Nothing. Just… Just shut up."
Devon continues, his icy gray eyes scanning the crowd like he owns us all. And he does now, doesn't he? "Today marks a new era. The Ironfang and Silvercrest Packs are merging under one banner—mine. As your new Alpha, I promise strength, unity, and prosperity for those who pledge loyalty."
