Elias POV
"Alphas."
The word was a slick, oily caress against my back. I stiffened, the muscles in my shoulders locking with such force they felt like iron plates.
I wanted to turn around and rip his head clean off his neck. I wanted to feel the spray of his blood against my skin and watch the light leave his manipulative eyes.
Luther's eyes caught mine, a silent, dark warning vibrating through our shared bond. Not here. Not now.
I wished, sometimes, that Luther was more like me, or rather, that I could be more like the Beast. I
f we both gave in, we could damn everything to hell and just burn the world to the ground.
After all, we were powerful enough to do it. The Beast gave us an immense, terrifying amount of strength that none of these weak, over-perfumed people could challenge. We could turn this gala into a graveyard in a matter of seconds.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath to compose my mask, I turned around to face Edmund Varleen's smug, weathered face.
