Zane didn't say another word until we entered the pack house from the back entrance, with Jakayla following from the general entrance, leaving us to ourselves.
To my shock, numerous shades of eyes were fixed on me as Zane gently set me down just before we both entered the hall. Their gazes were filled with judgment and hatred, and I glared back at them.
I wished they had informed me in advance, as I could have worn something longer to conceal the wounds and bloodstains on my legs.
Damon was waiting at the podium for Zane, and as Zane began speaking, I tuned out, lost in my thoughts about how my life had taken a dramatic turn since Theo's rejection. Now, I was the mate of another Alpha, the king of Alphas, as they often called him. The most powerful werewolf on the continent.
