“You have rogue feral wolves living on your property, on pack land.” My father calls out. His smug smile is one I recognise. He thinks he’s won.
He has. But I’m not going to give up.
“I don’t. They are perfectly sane. And this isn’t pack land, it’s mine.”
I growl and love the fact that the old prick flinches.
“You utterly useless bitch! Just you wait!” my father spits wrathfully.
Cindel steps forward, her hand wrapped around Jonas’ arm. He is watching me with something that looks far too much like cunning. They are the alpha couple in everything but name, and the pack looks to them. The happy cruelty is just bleeding out of them right now.
It’s Jonas who scares me the most. My father is mean and cruel but predictable. Jonas will cut the throat of the person you love just to watch you cry. He’ll go after what I care about because it hurts me. He can’t be reasoned with.
My knuckles brush against Hazard’s. I turn and look at his face; his jaw is set. He’s ready to fight them.
They will fight and die, unable to survive against that many wolves. There are over forty of Pack Foster’s wolves here. Who could survive that?
I can see it playing out in my head.
We’d kill some. And then we’d die.
“If you and your wolves swear into the pack, we will leave you all alone.” Cindel says it smugly; she knows damn well that they won’t.
“No, you won’t,” I snap back. “Your lies stink so bad you can smell them for a mile. And further, let me repeat for the dumb down in the back, I’m not pack!” My words thunder with the wolf’s howl echoing around my mountain.
“No way, holy fucking shit. Jonas, you are not going to believe this,” a person I don’t know shouts. He leans in to whisper to someone and a ripple, a hungry, desperate ripple goes through the pack.
“It’s him.” Those words are repeated, echoing around the pack as word spreads.
My confusion is just another side of dread, and I wonder what cruel twist the universe has for me now.
My father leans down to listen to a wolf who whispers in his ear. His eyes go straight to Khaos. I tense, wondering what they are talking about. Jonas takes a half a step forward, his eyes locked on my alpha.
“That’s Kerrick Khaos,” the guy who first spoke crows with a malicious laugh.
“Kerrick Khaos?” my father echoes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I went to school with him. That’s the son of the alpha supreme.”
My heart slams into my throat. There’s no way. The alpha supreme is so far removed he may as well be myth, and here’s his son…my fated mate. Nope, it can’t be true.
“Casey,” Khaos whispers.
I ignore him; I can’t…there’s no way.
“The heir, we can use him to get his father to bend to our will,” Jonas says to my father in a rush, his obscene smile making me cringe.
“Use him? Not happening,” I hiss the words, but it sinks in. Khaos is going to be the alpha of alphas? I whip around, staring at Khaos. He’s the prince? The alpha heir? My Khaos?
Khaos has eyes only for me. “I’m sorry.”
The whispered words strip away any hope that this is a nightmare. They steal any chance of me getting them out alive, too.
“If we take him, we can rule all the packs.”
“That would be pointless,” Khaos snarls at Jonas. “My father will never let that happen.”
“Kerrick,” I whisper his name for the first time.
