ERICK
The sea wind carried the scent of brine and cold metal, stinging sharper than usual as I stood on the dock watching my men secure Sonya. Her wrists were bound, her face twisted into an ugly glare that would have rattled any other Alpha…but not me.
My pups had just been born.
Sophia was healing.
My family….something I had thought I’d never have, was finally forming right before my eyes.
And Sonya… she was a threat I refused to let breathe the same air as my children.
“Get her on the ship,” I ordered, my voice cold enough to frost over the entire port.
My men bowed their heads, immediately obeying. Sonya tried to speak, she tried to spew her usual venom but one glare shut her up.
She always knew when she had finally pushed too far.
The ship bound for Blackthorne was ready, a
