Fated To The Alpha, Stolen By His Brother

”Or, door number two,” he continued, before waving at Landon, whose eyes were locked on Nova. ”Thunderfang Alpha and slave. Different restaurant. Same menu.”

Celeste stared at Landon hard enough to give him a nosebleed by telepathy. Landon continued to eye-fuck her slave without noticing. Her face hardened into an expression that said over my dead body.

”Or, door number three.” Derek spread his arms wide, presenting himself. ”Give your slave to this guy, right here. Available. Charming. Willing to absorb one slave girl into my life so that you can take the Thunderfang crown and have your fairy tale ending.”

Starborne looked at the crowd. Then at all three men. Then at his daughter, who was standing in the rain looking like a woman whose fairy tale had been hijacked by an annoying, selfish slave who rigged this entire thing.

He was weighing variables behind a face that gave away nothing. Even though Lucian Starborne was a prick, he was an Alpha with alliances, and he knew this move would make at least one of these two packs want him dead. Fine.

”Gentlemen, I appreciate the generosity. Truly. But this is not fully up to me. My answer will depend on my daughter’s assigned mate.”

He turned to the elder panel with both palms open.

”Assign my daughter to an Alpha. Once she has her match, I’ll be able to respond to these offers accordingly.”

The easy button. Pass the decision to the elders. The smartest play because it meant he couldn’t be blamed by whichever Alpha got stiffed.

Celeste shot Nova a look that communicated exactly how she felt about Nova as a person, as a visual, and spiritually.

Nova ignored it. It wasn’t the first. It wouldn’t be the last. Hopefully, wherever she went, Celeste would go to the other pack. Amen.