Lorelei
I watched Alpha Keith’s Porsche slam into Alpha Harvey’s car with a mixture of shock and vindictive satisfaction.
The screech of metal against metal echoed through the parking lot like a war cry. For a moment, everything felt suspended—the sound, the air, even my breath.
The crash wasn’t fatal—just enough to send a message. A warning.
My phone buzzed with a text message.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
Just five simple words, yet they carried an unmistakable arrogance that could only come from Alpha Keith.
I could practically hear his voice in my head—smooth, self-assured, and a little smug.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I imagined Alpha Harvey and Winnie’s furious expressions.
They were always so used to being the ones in control. For once, they were
