When Alena had told Alex she couldn’t resist the fated mate bond, Markus knew instantly that she was lying. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He looked down at the woman who was hugging him tightly, his fists trembling with rage and disgust. The opportunistic glint in her eyes was unmistakable, and he saw how quickly she had switched her allegiance the moment a better option presented itself.
Markus’s mind flashed to Lora’s story and what she told him, her suffering and strength, and he realized with a sinking feeling that Alena was a woman without honor or true allegiance—her loyalty extended only to herself and her own interests, being capable of sacrificing her own sister for her selfish desires and power. Her own flesh and blood! It was clear that her white wolf was the
