Rihanna’s POV

Cara glared at her, and only an annoying smirk rested on Dara’s face. This would be fun.

Jean jumped before Dara. “Leave us, Cara. Our Alpha is back; your services are no longer needed.”

“They never were,” Dara came in front of Jean, pushing her back. “My warriors and I were more than capable to defend our pack.”

“If you were, my Alpha wouldn’t have bothered sending me, now would he?” Cara smirked.

She shouldn’t ...