Chapter Eleven

Liora knelt on the wide velvet cushion near the foot of his throne chair. Alpha's large hand came down over and over, stroking her head, petting her openly before the crowd of wolves.

Delighted shivers rippled through her traitorous body. On the inside, her wolf was preening from the attention.

For Goddess’ sake, what was wrong with her? Two Alpha’s were about to rip each other’s throat out and she was what?

Wishing for a scratch behind her ear?

Sickening.

The cat was already out of the bag, so Ronin made no effort to conceal his flickering eyes as Alastor stepped up on the other end of the fighting platform.

About a dozen wolves followed behind him, dressed in black from head to toe as if they were dressed for a funeral.

Ronin’s no doubt.

They were in for a violent awakening.

Alastor's bright red eyes gleamed in anticipation, his blond hair was pulled back from his face in a tight ponytail.

With a nod from him, the wolves stood to the side, sneering.

Ronin knew the image he presente