The Werewolf World

“My king.” Ray, my beta, enters my room and bows. “How are you feeling? Are you alright?”

I grumble. Ever since that bitch hurt me, I have been resting to prevent anyone from knowing I’m injured. I have a lot of enemies who could use the opportunity to attack my pack. It still feels like a dream to me. How could she have the heart to attack and injure her husband? I’m her mate, for Christ’s sake. Why did she do that to me? She could have killed ...