ALLISON.
“You’re what?” I blustered, shocked.
His lips twitched, as if suppressing a laugh as he comfortably leaned on his chair. “I said I’m the man you’re looking for.”
“You’re the Warlock Alpha?!” I gasped; my eyes widened in disbelief.
“Most of the time, I’m known as the werewolf who owns the underground club for Outworlders, but sometimes I’m also known with another alias—the Warlock Alpha,” he explained as he flicked his finger in the air, making the glass on his table briefly levitate, showcasing his power. I was stunned. “But I would prefer it if you call me River, River Perez. That’s my real name.”
“River…” I echoed his name, still trying to grasp the situation.
First, the Bloodhound, then the Angelic Beast… now, you’re telling me I also slept with the freaking Warlock Alpha
