I’m the Alpha, Not Their Prey
Language: en
The night before the wedding, my fiancé Alpha Eliot's beloved little sister Lola told me she had a surprise prepared — one I would never forget. She lured me into the Frost Pack's restricted canyon, locked the heavy iron gate from the outside, and activated the artificial rain system. It was a December blizzard. Ice water mixed with sleet slammed into my face. The canyon was surrounded on all sides by transparent observation decks. Young wolves from both packs held up their phones, watching me shiver and struggle like I was the night's entertainment. Lola smiled — sweet and vicious at the…