Dickson

The sound of Scarlett’s rebellion echoed in my mind as I walked down the corridor. My footsteps measured and precise. Her words – “I fucking hate you” – brought a smile to my face. Such spirit, even now. Breaking her would be even more satisfying than I’d imagined.

“Alpha,” Henry approached, bowing his head. “The preparations are complete.”

“And our guest?”

“The warrior’s body has been... brought and displayed, as you ordered. When ...