He was a strong alpha, a powerful one even.Without a golden wolf beside him, he was only another Alpha with too much money and not enough imagination.
He was nothing to me. Killing him would be like a midnight stroll.
I set the phone down.
The rose in the narrow glass beside the desk had been red when I put it there.
It was black now.
Black from the inside out, veins darkening first, then the petals, then the stem bending as if something beneath the flower had decided rot was a more honest shape.
Penelope was a problem.
An irritating one.
An expensive one.
But still only a problem.
Then, after a sleepless night and a morning working my ass off to ‘fix it’, the second bond snapped.
I did break something that time.
The desk went first.
The wood split under my palm with a sound
