Wrath Of The Alpha

Dante. A kind of anger I’ve never experienced vibrated through my body. My blood pumped like molten lava through my veins and my breath turned solid inside my chest. I didn’t know why it took something like this—betrayal in its finest form, for me to realize this… Azalea was fucking MINE. The men knew this, like some kind of unspoken law. They knew even if it wasn’t announced and claimed out loud, or admitted by me, they knew I wanted her. They fucking knew me bloody well. But, here I was, stupid enough to think all Xavius worried about was to get his wife back safe. I was under the fucking assumption that he wanted Azalea dead, or at the least, wanted to hand her over to Drakan in exchange for his wife. The last thing on earth I expected was for them to have some kind of thing going on if that’s what I should call it. I mean, for fuck sake, if he was interested in her in that manner he could have fucking told me and he could have taken over the responsibility to care for her and...NO.