Bab 69: CHAPTER 68

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, striding toward him. My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn't care.

He didn't bother to answer right away. Instead, he took his time, dragging his eyes over me like he had all the time in the world. "If your father has chosen not to inform you," he finally drawled, his tone laced with mockery, "why should I?"

This... This was the guest? Alpha Alaric!

Alaric stood here, smirking like he had some grand secret and wasn't going to share. My hands balled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms in a futile attempt to steady my nerves.

You were supposed to await your summons in the antechamber," I hissed, each word dipped in venom. "Remove yourself from the training grounds."

His smirk deepened. The bastard.