Dominic

I’d seen Alpha Xander hungry before, but nothing like the carnage he unleashed on John’s little farmhouse.

He had taken their guest bedroom, thrown the furniture around, then called for his dinner right from the half-broken spinet in the living room. John’s wife Maria scuttled from kitchen to den and back, eyes huge and rimmed with exhaustion. Xander, feet up on an ottoman, watched her the way a bored cat might watch a caged bird, occasionally issuing a sharp ...