My plan to save Aurora and destroy Alpha Magnus's clan was already in motion. Every piece carefully positioned, every move calculated. But that stupid Alpha Benjamin had to interfere, turning a simple operation into something messier.

Fine. If he wanted to play games, I'd use him as a weapon.

I strode through the pack house corridors with purpose, my footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The other visiting Alphas had retired to their quarters, satisfied with the evening's entertainment. ...