The high-pitched, echoing blare of the alarm shattered the afternoon.
I was halfway down the third-floor corridor, still adjusting my collar with a faint, lingering smile, when the sound vibrated through the floorboards. Nyx’s playful mood evaporated in a fraction of a second and her ears pinned back inside my head as her eyes flashed to full alert.
Before the second alarm burst sounded, the doors of the Alpha’s private office slammed open with a deafening bang.
Diego surged into the hallway. The playful frustration, the flushed skin, the disheveled Alpha who had been begging at his desk minutes ago—all of it was gone. In its place stood the cold, calculating Alpha of Bloodmoon. His shirt was buttoned up and his eyes ablaze with razor-sharp focus.
He locked eyes with me, his gaze swee
