“So, that's my replacement?”

Replacement? I snort, King isn't anyone's replacement

“Alpha Adrian, you're in my way.” I plainly say, ignoring his previous statement.

“Is that so Mia?”

I flinch at the use of my name, I know he doesn't mean it as my name, but as a claim, a claim he lost long ago. The mere thought sparks anger, vivid anger. “Move before I make you,” I snap. Peering up at him because even with my stilettos, that can easily be mistaken for stripper heels, I'm short ...