“Are there any still alive?” I ask as my naked mate walks up to me. I growl when I notice others staring at her. I stand in front of her.
“There are few still breathing, Alpha,” A warrior responds to me.
“Take them to the cells,” I snarl and turn to Lenore. “I thought I told you to go back to the packhouse.”
“I was headed there, but I wanted to show you that I know how to fight,” She shrugs.
“I am the alpha of this pack, and you are to follow my orders!” I shout.
“I am your mate,” She argues.
“That does not make you my equal,” I hiss.
Her eyes narrow at me, “You are an ungrateful asshole,” She stomps her foot before shifting into her wolf and running towards the packhouse.
I take a deep breath and turn my attention back to my men. Two warriors are dragging a struggling rogue betw
