Cuff me. Seriously? What in the world was he thinking?

Hurt? Oh, absolutely. Furious? More than ever. 

Commander Vlad, at the end of the staircase, glanced between Zion and me, clearly wrestling with his Alpha’s command.

I caught a glimpse of the smug grins plastered on the faces of Marcus, Mason, and Gina. Lydia, on the other hand, stood like a statue, her face devoid of any emotion. I couldn’t focus on her feelings, nor did I want to. She could keep her poker ...