Chapter 88
Cameron
My little escape from the city—our secluded house in the woods—was supposed to be for me and Lenora. Just us. Just the woods. And a lot of sex. (Not that we don't have sex everywhere else, but here it's supposed to feel private.)
Unfortunately, it's packed with extra people now.
I exhale and glance around the living room. Lenora sits quietly next to me, her silver hair glowing in the firelight, watching, waiting. Simone is perched at the table flipping through Nana's old spellbook like she's reading a fashion magazine. Ronan slouches by the window, pretending he's not invested. Across from me are the White Stone envoys: Torren, Flint, and Mr. Clay.
"So you want me to what?" I ask flatly. "Go over there, challenge him to a fight, and win? That's it? And bam, I'm alpha?"
Torren, the older of the two wolves, nods. "Yes. It's tradition. It's something even Alric can't deny or refuse."
