Alpha Gregor POV

That night, with the storm battering the windows like an omen, I finally laid it all out.

Prince Leon sat across from me in the prince’s version of “a small study,” which looked like a damn throne room disguised with bookshelves. He was calm, too calm, swirling a glass of brandy while his human mate slept in the next room. But when I told him what Zach had confirmed—that he was the one feeding Zach information, the one I could trust—his mask slipped just enough for ...