Just my name, but it made my entire body tense.
“Alpha Alaric…” I breathed, voice shaky, spirit crumbling.
“Luna Martha,” he mocked, calm and cold. “I’m still waiting for my money.”
I shut my eyes, swallowing a sob.
“Please, Alaric… I have nothing left. You’ve taken everything. Vander and I are separated—he’s done with me. I’ve lost everything. Just let it go,” I begged, voice cracking, tears spilling freely now.
He laughed—a low, ugly sound that scraped at my soul.
“So the fool finally saw you for what you are. About time,” he said, with venom laced in amusement. “You were never meant to belong there. You’re a survivor, Martha. Resourceful. So survive—and get me my f*****g money.”
“Please…” I whispered. “I don’t have it. I swear, Alaric, I have nothing.”
The laughter stopped.
His
