ALPHA GIDEON'S POV

I watched her from across the fire, pretending not to notice the way she kept sneaking glances at me.

Vera Stormborn.

Even her name carried a kind of wild power.

She sat stiffly, eating in small, quick bites like she was ready to bolt at any moment.

I couldn’t blame her. She had been through hell — tossed around like an unwanted object by the very people meant to protect her.

The anger in me simmered quietly.

Blake was a fool. A blind, arrogant fool.

Any man with ...