A bite from an Alpha King

Book 6 An Alpha's Dark Secret

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All I saw was her, sitting beside Chris, smiling that sweet smile of hers. Even a quick glance was enough for me to see her clearly and smell her intoxicating lavender scent from across the room. It almost drove me mad.

I nearly lost control, ready to walk over and take her right then and there. Even my wolf was as obsessed with her as I was.

Mine...

I tried to block him out as I sat down in front of her, acting as though I didn’t notice her, trying to keep my distance. But I knew when she was watching me, and when she spoke, it was like hearing the sweetest, purest melody. Her voice was so soft and light that for a moment, I forgot where I was.

Let’s take her. Now!

I groaned quietly, pretending not to listen to my wolf. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. Everyone’s attention was on Kate’s sister, Madeleine. Her name was as sweet as she was, and when I heard Selene say it as she called out to her, it nearly pushed me over the edge, tempting me to do what my wolf wanted.

I gripped the armrests of my chair so hard that it creaked under the pressure. I could almost picture myself taking her right here in front of everyone, just so they all knew who she belonged to.

James, sitting beside me, glanced at me, clearly hearing the sound of the creaking chair, but I shot him a look that told him to ignore it. He turned away, but just as I refocused on Madeleine, I saw Chris place his hand on her shoulder.

F*CK NO!

My wolf and I were in complete agreement on this. While Chris was clearly devoted to Kate—and it was obvious she was the only female he wanted, especially after everything they had gone through together—there was no way he should be touching Madeleine so casually. She was mine.

I was growling loudly before I even realized it, the sound deep and menacing, causing all the glasses, plates, forks, and knives on the table to rattle and shift. Everyone turned to look at me, but my eyes were locked on Madeleine and the hand resting on her shoulder—his hand, which had no right being there.

I shot to my feet, slamming my hands down on the table, glaring at Chris with deadly intent. The message was clear: if he valued his hand, he had better remove it, or I would do it for him.

“Do not touch her!”