The Dead Alpha’s Secrets

Elena’s POV

The packhouse grows quiet long after midnight. I slip out the door once Maya finally sleeps. My wolf urges me forward, restless, pushing at my ribs as if she knows exactly where I am going.

The third floor hallway feels colder than the rest of the house. The portraits on the walls stare down at me, every old Alpha painted with the same hard eyes. I ignore them and head straight to the last door on the left.

Regulus Blackwood’s office.

I ...