SILVER CREST PACK

Author’s POV

“The hostage has been brought, my Alpha.”

Alpha Amarah sat elegantly, one leg crossed over the other as a maid meticulously filed her nails. She gave a small nod. “Take me to him.”

The guard bowed and led her to a frigid underground cell. On the floor, bruised and bound, lay Alpha Raymond. At the sight of her, he lunged forward with a snarl, clawing the air between them, his teeth bared in rage.

Amarah didn’t flinch.

She watched him, her expression ...