Trick
Goddammit.
I had two objectives at this ball: create an alliance with Black Ashe and avoid King Cyrus. Years of planning. Years of discipline, and in less than thirty seconds, I’d touched King Cyrus’s omega and challenged one of the Black Ashe Alphas to the death.
She was stunning, with her thick black hair wrapped elegantly around the top of her head and matching the simple shimmery drape of her dress. The only jewelry she wore was a pair of long, gold-hoop earrings. The slender column of her neck was bare, and all I wanted to do was mark it where all could see.
She was mine.
But, goddammit, somehow, she also belonged to him.
Immediately, the doors to the ballroom swung open, and Cyrus stalked in with his alphas. One of them whisked Kali away, and I hated that my wolf surged t
