Elsa
“Hand over Alison Davis. She has no part in this,” Adam said, his voice sharp and commanding. His eyes bore into the Alpha before us, but it wasn’t the Alpha who answered.
From behind him, Simone stepped out, her presence instantly suffocating the space. Her wicked smile spread across her face as she regarded us, her gaze eventually landing on me.
“Elsa,” she said sweetly, her tone a mockery of warmth. “It’s been a while.”
Her eyes gleamed with malice as she studied me, her words sharp and calculated.
“I can’t believe you’d fight alongside the man who raided your home, killed your uncle, your cousins, your friends, and comrades. The one who degraded your father, married you in disgrace, and ripped you away from your family.”
The weight of her words fell heavily in the air, and
