The Alpha Stopped Caring, Allegedly
Having achieved what he meant to do, Ronan Silverback excused himself from the round of ladies. He went into the bathroom and splashed a handful of water on his face.
That was all he could do in order to not jump across the tea table and attack Lucrethia Woodland in front of so many people.
How he would love to snap the elderly's neck on spot for all the suffering that she caused his mate.
But no, not like that.
Death was too merciful.
It was not even a punishment. Not for someone who was already that old, anyway.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Ronan Silverback?"
Ronan lifted his head and gazed at the mirror in front of him.
Kinnon Youngshaper stood behind him, his face grotesque from burning rage.
Ronan wiped at his face using a moist towelette before throwing it into the waste bin.
"Alpha Kinnon Youngshaper. Long time no see."