Chapter 203
You see, Ethan has been a persistent thorn in my side for years. I’ve made multiple attempts to eliminate him, only to watch him slip through my fingers like smoke. Its become… personal.”
My cunosity sparked despite my wariness. “You’ve tried to kill Ethan? Why?”
“Revenge Territory, Power.” He shrugged elegantly. The usual reasons one Alpha seeks to destroy another. Though in my case, there’s the added pleasure of watching his father suffer the loss of his precious heir before I finally end his miserable existence as well.”
I studied him more carefully now, noting the confidence that bordered on megalomania. “You still haven’t told me who you are.”
“Haven’t!” He frigned surprise, then extended his hand with mocking formality. “Victor Shadowclaw, Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Or you can also call m King of Rogues.”
The name hit me like a physical blow. It was whispered in dark corners, a boogeyman story used to frighten disobedient cubs. The rogue Alpha who commanded an army of packless wolves, who attacked established territories without warning or mercy.
“You’re the King of Rogues,” I breathed, unable to keep the mixture of fear and awe from my
y voice.
Victors eyes glittered with pleasure at the recognition. “Indeed. And I find myself in need of a Luna with your particular… talents.”
My mind spun with possibilities. This was either my execution or my salvation wrapped in one unbelievable package. “Why me?”
“Because
you hate them as I do,” he replied simply. “Because you’ve already proven willing to kill for power. Because together, we could bring Shadow Fang to
I laughed, the sound brittle with disbelief. “You’re suggesting I become your Luna? Just li
Like th
that?”
“Not just like that,” be corrected, closing the distance between us with predatory intent. His scent enveloped me–pine and smoke and something metallic that might have been blood. “I’m offering you protection from Ethans retribution, position within my pack, and the chance to watch your enemies suffer before they die. In exchange for your loyalty and… other wifely duties.”
My nose wrinkled at the implication. “I
I have st
e standards, you know.”
He moved with supernatural speed, grabbing my uninjured arm and pulling me against his chest. Power radiated from him in waves that made my knees weak and my wolf whimper in submission. Up close, I could see that beneath the silver hair and laugh lines, he possessed a primal virility that transcended physical age.
“You can run from Ethan and die alone,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, or you can stand beside me and rule an empire built on the ashes of Shadow Fang. Choose wisely, Emma.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. This wasn’t just survival he was offering–it was revenge served on a silver platter. The chance to watch Aria lose everything, to see Ethan broken before he died. A savage smile spread across my face as something dark and hungry unfurled in my chest. This was better than escape–this was opportunity. This was destiny.
“When do we start?” I asked, Jeaning into his touch with deliberate provocation
conquest than passion. I returned it with equal
Victor’s answering smile was all predator. “We already have.” His lips crashed against mine, the kiss more conque ferocity, tasting blood where our teeth clashed.
When we broke apart, I was breathless and light–headed. “I assume you have accommodations more suitable than this empty apartment?”
“My dear,” Victor chuckled, his hand possessively circling my waist, “I have a castle waiting. A fitting home for the future Queen of Rogues, wouldn’t you Liy?”
“Lead the way, my Alpha.” I purned, threading my good arm through his “We have a wedding to plan.”
