Chapter 73

The Blackclaws’ territory was different than Cole’s memory of it when he arrived there with only Aren. He did not wait to be announced. He just walked into their main hall with Aren half a step behind him.

The Blackclaws’ Alpha was seated at the far end of the hall, relaxed in a carved wooden chair that looked more throne than seat, his dark hair streaking faintly with silver at the temples. His eyes remained calm and calculating the moment Cole set foot officially in his territory.

His Beta stood to his right. They had been awaiting Cole so the Alpha smiled slowly when he saw them.

“Well,” he said pleasantly, leaning back. “To what do we owe this unusual visit?” He chuckled, knowing well Cole was in no mood to laugh or hear or even watch him laugh, but that was the point.

Cole didn’t laugh as he predicted. “Cut the bullshit,” he said flatly, voice echoing against the high beams. “Where is my wife? And if there is even a single, and I mean a single fucking sc