POV: The Mother
I tightened my grip on the Alpha's throat, enjoying how his eyes bulged. So weak, these Alphas. Just like all the others I had broken over the ages.
"Take him to the ritual circle," I told my wolf-witches. "And the unconscious one too."
My slaves dragged Elias and Dorian away while I turned my attention back to my daughter. Seraphina knelt before me, her silver eyes—so like my own once were—glaring with hate.
"Still so defiant," I sighed, touching her cheek. "Even in chains."
"You won't win," she spat. "Amara is stronger than you think."
I laughed, the sound echoing across the battlefield. "Strong? Yes. But also stupid. Just like you were."
The black stone around my neck pulsed, feeling my anger. Inside it swirled the souls of a hundred Alphas I had destroyed over my long life. Their power was mine now.
I looked to where Amara had stood moments ago, daring me. I could feel the twin bond growing between her and Orion. It both pleased and scared me.
