Chapter 4

The soft glow of the lamp cast a dim light over the room, but it did nothing to ease the tension. Priscilla, no longer tipsy, reached out to trace her fingers along Leonidas's arm. Her voice was a low murmur, filled with something that made my stomach churn even though I wasn't there to witness it.

"My Alpha…" she whispered, her tone dripping with a familiarity that should've been reserved for me, his mate.

Leonidas didn't even look at her. He swatted her hand away, his voice colder than the winter winds that swept through our territory. "Leave me alone."